[ It's easier to let these overwhelming feelings go when his face is hidden, the careful weight of Gale's cheek on him, the warmth of his protection. His mothers have driven into him that male witches aren't supposed to be as powerful as their female counterparts, not out of hatred or contempt, but simply because those were the facts. Supposedly.
Dom has believed the same for that, led along by his coven once he miraculously stumbled into one, has fumbled almost every spell he tried on his own, and has only found his footing after Gale took him as an apprentice. It's easier to listen to his friends telling him he's more powerful than he gives himself credit for now, but it's also terrifying. It means that he's hiding behind something, holding onto an excuse like a chain clasped by his own hands. When they all go back — and they have to go back, they have to — he's going to let those chains go. If he fails, it won't be from lack (or fear) of trying. ]
Thanks, professor, [ Drawing back, wiping his face again, trying to look braver now. ] I didn't go last week, but I'll be there too.
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Dom has believed the same for that, led along by his coven once he miraculously stumbled into one, has fumbled almost every spell he tried on his own, and has only found his footing after Gale took him as an apprentice. It's easier to listen to his friends telling him he's more powerful than he gives himself credit for now, but it's also terrifying. It means that he's hiding behind something, holding onto an excuse like a chain clasped by his own hands. When they all go back — and they have to go back, they have to — he's going to let those chains go. If he fails, it won't be from lack (or fear) of trying. ]
Thanks, professor, [ Drawing back, wiping his face again, trying to look braver now. ] I didn't go last week, but I'll be there too.