(Brief warning for bad brother AU and implied child abuse)
Edge sat back on his heels, surveying his work. He checked it against the book, nodding to himself. Then he closed the book, closed his sockets, and tried to call up the image in his mind. (Small fingers tight around a piece a chalk. Shaking bones rattling with fear. Marrow and mana gumming his newly cracked socket.) He opened his sockets and his shoulders sagged in defeat. He couldn’t remember. Truly.
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