MAGIC FLOWED THICK AND LAZY

 

He had always known that magic flickered around him, known its caress of allure, but had rarely allowed it access. Magic, as he knew it, was a jealous lover, once fated, it would never willingly leave. But now things were different, and against all the shouted alarms in his head, he opened himself wide. Magic flowed thick and lazy through his body, magic was home at last.