This Mortal Coil ((Closed))

LeBlanc's eyes brimmed with magical energy. She slid out of the bed, pushed Swain gently to the side and then stood up. Slowly rotating her neck, violet magic started to encircle her, her delicate fingers contorting themselves into nearly impossible hand gestures while chanting underneath her breath.

The stream of magic slowly started to slim down and become slender threads, as though she were creating a web. Each string of magic would smoothly settle into a runic shape and laid to rest on her, the rune patterns that coiled about her body glowing bright. Eventually the new strings of runes would create a small sphere that rested on her palm.

LeBlanc walked over to the nearest puddle of blood and pressed two fingers in it. She drew her crimson stained fingers out and started to brush the threads of the violet globe, each touch she made would change the violet into a bright greenish hue.

The Deceiver then, without a word, leaned over and bit her pinky. With a loud wince, her teeth crunched into her flesh and when she pulled back, her finger was missing. She spat it out, coughing and shuddering, her hand violently shaking. Another runic pattern emerged from a whisper of her lips and settled itself on her open wound. An illusionary finger was created, and her flow of blood was stemmed.

Leblanc took her severed finger and jabbed it into the web, her body quivering in pain. Another burst of magic, and her shaking stopped. She could ignore the pain, for now. The Deceiver muttered more ancient words into the sphere, pressing her lips against it. In a single moment, it exploded and covered the entire room with all of her runic scribing.

She looked over at Swain and let out an annoyed sigh accompanied by a roll of her eyes. "You are so very lucky that you are mine, Swain, and my swain." LeBlanc made her way over to the bed once more and propped Swain's head on her bosom. "Now listen to my heart, relax, and be at ease. The both of you. If..."

LeBlanc let out a soft yawn, her eyes fluttering closed. She had strained herself far more than she's had to in quite some time. "If the Nightmare comes for you...he will have to deal with me first. I will watch over you, rest assured. Now sleep."