Heine is standing there, in his room, looking at the ground. It's fine—until the weight lifts, and too much floods back in. He blinks a few times, back straightening and shoulders tensing.
They'd had sex again. With Eichel. Heine looks at Jade, but only for a second, before emotion overwhelms him and he draws in a sharp breath.
"Get out." While he'd been Imperiused, they'd—Heine's hands are damp, with fear or shame, he isn't sure. He just knows he can't be in the same room as one of them anymore. Even if it's Jade and not Eichel. Even if it's his student, and not his professor, someone that he's done wrong by too. He wrenches the door open from where he's standing, unable to bring himself to lay his hands or magic on Jade even for the sake of throwing him out when he feels the nails of his ghost, clawing open his spine.
"Get out of my fucking room." For a second his voice has almost an echo to it, and his eyes fix on Jade, wide and furious.
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They'd had sex again. With Eichel. Heine looks at Jade, but only for a second, before emotion overwhelms him and he draws in a sharp breath.
"Get out." While he'd been Imperiused, they'd—Heine's hands are damp, with fear or shame, he isn't sure. He just knows he can't be in the same room as one of them anymore. Even if it's Jade and not Eichel. Even if it's his student, and not his professor, someone that he's done wrong by too. He wrenches the door open from where he's standing, unable to bring himself to lay his hands or magic on Jade even for the sake of throwing him out when he feels the nails of his ghost, clawing open his spine.
"Get out of my fucking room." For a second his voice has almost an echo to it, and his eyes fix on Jade, wide and furious.