( Every time she sees Clive prime into Ifrit it takes her breath away -- worry and concern first and foremost in her heart for the cost it normally takes on the Dominant -- but even then she can't dismiss the awe that comes with it. A raging, warm inferno of flame, born from his passion to protect others. Jill throws up an arm to cover her eyes from the rush of light, letting it fall once it's faded and it's simply Ifrit there, in front of her.
While she has little care for her health or her wellbeing, the thought to be worried doesn't cross her mind. It's Clive in those blue eyes staring down at her, and Clive would never hurt her. This she knows, this she will always believe.
It's why she reaches out with a hand, fingertips brushing the skin of the Eikon himself -- all cracked rock, black and hard like the shores of Drake's Breath with fire running between the cracks. Warm, nearly hot enough to burn, but either Clive's control or her own magic keeps her fingertips from blistering from the heat. Though that doesn't prevent steam from rising up in the wake of her fingers, and the image is enough to make her smile. )
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While she has little care for her health or her wellbeing, the thought to be worried doesn't cross her mind. It's Clive in those blue eyes staring down at her, and Clive would never hurt her. This she knows, this she will always believe.
It's why she reaches out with a hand, fingertips brushing the skin of the Eikon himself -- all cracked rock, black and hard like the shores of Drake's Breath with fire running between the cracks. Warm, nearly hot enough to burn, but either Clive's control or her own magic keeps her fingertips from blistering from the heat. Though that doesn't prevent steam from rising up in the wake of her fingers, and the image is enough to make her smile. )
I suppose we could count this as a 'stay'.