It unfolded in him like wings. Like the petals of a flower – like a bullet, crazing apart as it spiraled through his flesh. Knowledge expanding with the force of a nova, whiting out sight, feeling, thought. Power was there, unimaginable. The earth under his feet layered like a book, each page one hundred years of history – of life. The magic of the ward was a tangible thing, pulsing against his skin. Dean was, tight-coiled pillar of heat and light and bloodsmokesteel. A holy blade, sheathed in flesh and Sam knew he could wield him. Knew he could lift his hand and harrow the earth to its core.
You write such beautiful paragraphs, and Sam and Dean's little tat-a-tat while Sam was puking was so damn cute!
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It unfolded in him like wings. Like the petals of a flower – like a bullet, crazing apart as it spiraled through his flesh. Knowledge expanding with the force of a nova, whiting out sight, feeling, thought. Power was there, unimaginable. The earth under his feet layered like a book, each page one hundred years of history – of life. The magic of the ward was a tangible thing, pulsing against his skin. Dean was, tight-coiled pillar of heat and light and bloodsmokesteel. A holy blade, sheathed in flesh and Sam knew he could wield him. Knew he could lift his hand and harrow the earth to its core.
You write such beautiful paragraphs, and Sam and Dean's little tat-a-tat while Sam was puking was so damn cute!