[ That's what he suspects the lines are, anyway. A sequence of lines, branching out from the larger pool of blood at the centre. He knows that what he's drawn here is a map, but he doesn't use this spell. He barely understands it. They're too branching and uneven to be ley lines. Too clearly man-made to be rivers. Too-
-shit. His hand moves, and he didn't do that. The risks of using someone's blood. They know. They have access to you. If they're powerful enough-
-he really ought to have brought Sypha. ]
Get back. Don't say-
[ Don't say anything. Assume that Carmilla can see anything he sees, hear anything he hears, and use his hands to wield the Vampire Killer at his hip. ]
no subject
[ That's what he suspects the lines are, anyway. A sequence of lines, branching out from the larger pool of blood at the centre. He knows that what he's drawn here is a map, but he doesn't use this spell. He barely understands it. They're too branching and uneven to be ley lines. Too clearly man-made to be rivers. Too-
-shit. His hand moves, and he didn't do that. The risks of using someone's blood. They know. They have access to you. If they're powerful enough-
-he really ought to have brought Sypha. ]
Get back. Don't say-
[ Don't say anything. Assume that Carmilla can see anything he sees, hear anything he hears, and use his hands to wield the Vampire Killer at his hip. ]