Fin squirmed, lifting his hips but finding it harder to move. Though as nice as the mist felt, it was starting to bother him. It wasn't like being held down or bound, it was like being sat on, and Fin made an annoyed sound- and was then startled when his magic pushed back against it. Weak, but enough that he could move a bit more.
"Will, Will, you... This... Oh- Oh I like that," he babbled, attempting to complain about the strange magic mist, but instantly distracted by the fae's mouth.
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Date: 2016-06-01 02:21 am (UTC)"Will, Will, you... This... Oh- Oh I like that," he babbled, attempting to complain about the strange magic mist, but instantly distracted by the fae's mouth.