[ he's almost got it, almost--almost--but there's something gripping at him. Quentin doesn't want to stop but the force is going to be destructive, powerful, and his next groan is slightly pained in between the whispering. He needs to get home--
--the lights flicker more and more rapidly before the droning sound turns more into a piercing screech and they shatter, showering sparks, but Quentin isn't reacting. His facial expression is calm, serene despite the whispering and chanting, despite the continued hand motions, like he's in some sort of strange trance with his eyes closed.
His hand reaches one final string of movements before it happens. The moment Quentin's eyes snap open fear is written all over his face, ashey and pale before there's a loud banging noise. Windows shatter, showering the two of them and Quentin goes flying straight into the middle of the wall, motionless. Unconscious. ]
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[ he's almost got it, almost--almost--but there's something gripping at him. Quentin doesn't want to stop but the force is going to be destructive, powerful, and his next groan is slightly pained in between the whispering. He needs to get home--
--the lights flicker more and more rapidly before the droning sound turns more into a piercing screech and they shatter, showering sparks, but Quentin isn't reacting. His facial expression is calm, serene despite the whispering and chanting, despite the continued hand motions, like he's in some sort of strange trance with his eyes closed.
His hand reaches one final string of movements before it happens. The moment Quentin's eyes snap open fear is written all over his face, ashey and pale before there's a loud banging noise. Windows shatter, showering the two of them and Quentin goes flying straight into the middle of the wall, motionless. Unconscious. ]