[Possible, but still not believable. He doesn't rise to the question of Leah just yet. Instead he reaches out and lays the bare skin of his have against the sleeve. His eyes close and his mind delves into his power, pulling back just enough of his shields to experience what the clothing is telling him.
He almost misses it, actually, the first gap. His shields were still strong, trying to keep him from feeling it all. It was like feeling a small rock under his shoe. With that David opened his defenses completely, prayed Loki didn't touch him, and shunted away the feed from his own clothing before delving in deeper.
Holes. No, this is a Loki. It's more like a book missing parts. And not pages torn out. Blank ones, peppered through it all. He finds them everywhere. The clothes don't even know how old they are.
That realization has David jerking his hand back as if burned.]
Have you ever heard of a French author named Georges Duhamel?
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He almost misses it, actually, the first gap. His shields were still strong, trying to keep him from feeling it all. It was like feeling a small rock under his shoe. With that David opened his defenses completely, prayed Loki didn't touch him, and shunted away the feed from his own clothing before delving in deeper.
Holes. No, this is a Loki. It's more like a book missing parts. And not pages torn out. Blank ones, peppered through it all. He finds them everywhere. The clothes don't even know how old they are.
That realization has David jerking his hand back as if burned.]
Have you ever heard of a French author named Georges Duhamel?