[ Blood Fiend tries to wait it out. the enhancement he's holding on himself is just a nudge, a thread, nothing like the massive wall he'd had to replenish over and over against the birds. but this close to his limit, seconds feel like minutes and minutes feel like hours, the pounding in his head is getting worse and worse and simple nudge toward serenity is no longer enough, is it?

Charon's not going anywhere. when the spell inevitably withers and dies, he'll see. he'll never let this go. he'll blackmail him into giving an answer because he's a relentless, insolent child that continues to stick his nose in other people's dangerous business. fool. unless...?

with his back toward Charon, eyes squeezed shut, he reaches for the one thing even Charon can't escape — flock magnetism. his need to return to Lily. ]