the ties that bind, the bonds that unravel

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When Faden started talking, trying to calm him down, Enrique did actually start to feel a little better. He hadn't just walked away after all this, he was here and trying to reason with him. Okay, oookay, Rique, we can do this. Chill out, come on... A few deep steadying breaths helped to restore his nerves. This whole heroic rescue mission thing was not Enrique's cup of tea by any stretch of the imagination. But yes, okay, if he could just muster up some trust for this strange lycan, he could just do whatever the man said and be okay. It would be like he and his twin were; when in sticky situations, Tina gave the orders and Enrique followed them rather blindly. Mostly, though, her orders were to hide behind something and stay there, which would've been his first instinct anyway. Occasionally he did some psychic leg-work to help her, but Tina generally won her battles just fine on her own.

Except this one, of course, which is why Enrique was down here. At Faden's soothing, Enrique was indeed becoming quite a bit more calm. Perhaps it was the placating tone, or the fact that he really did seem interested in helping him. Perhaps it was that familiar old language of thee's and thou's. Secretly, Rique was a few centuries older than he looked, and such things reminded him of his childhood and a priest he'd known who'd fed him now and then. The man had long since died, and Rique had forgotten his name. Perhaps Tina remembered old Padre So-And-So. But, Enrique's mind returned quickly to the present when Faden grasped his shoulders. He was grabby with the shoulders, wasn't he? He didn't really mind, except that there was that ever-present cold that sent a shiver down his spine.

The chilly lycan was a persuasive man when he wanted to be, and Enrique was easily swayed. "O-okay. Alright. I trust you...I'm sorry, I'm just...I just don't usually do this kind of thing." He was back to being meek again, his chocolate brown eyes wide and emotive. Anyone who looked at him might understand that thought. He didn't look like the sort of person who knew his way around a weapon at all.

[faden]

[feathers3]

Enrique watched with a silent dejection as Faden neared him, the icy mage's eyes locked with his. He felt himself sinking slightly, his mind slowing, the world seeming to calm down around him. It was as though the cool freeze of a trance had come over the lycan, his usually buzzing thoughts becoming more calm and slow. It was something like being drunk, the way his mind seemed to slosh around in his skull. A small, soulless smile fell onto Enrique's countenance.

"Mhm." He was quite susceptible to entrancement and such, Enrique's mind surprisingly open to other psychics despite his own power. He had always been better at mental offense than defense, which was in complete contrast to his physical skills. Well, that wasn't quite true, either. He wasn't especially good at physical anything, though he might actually be slightly better at defense than offense. Faden was close to him now, almost uncomfortably so, but he looked kind and wasn't as cold as he had been. He still had his free will, for the most part, but he was impressionable and able to be very much influenced by Faden's words. He was still unsure of what Faden's intentions were, though his worry was now lessened. Did he want to read Enrique's mind? In his state of entrancement, the lycan's initiative to scan the other's mind wasn't impeded, and Enrique proceeded to behave as he would normally behave, assessing dangers and thoughts by using his psychic power. The man in a trance only skimmed the other's mind, looking for intentions, abilities, lazily and unenergetically.