In one quick movement, he traced a circle on the floor; then more lines and more circles, his body bending to follow the perfect geometries of the symbols, arms and legs moving in elegant and fluid arches - an expression of something visceral and arcane; something made of blood, throat, and night - carrying the print of Val's guidance in the beauty of his motions. Adrien felt himself choke as he danced, as each line brought him closer to the death of his love. Tight between his lips, he repeated to himself the only thought he could hold: that, tonight, his pain would end. And he knew - he knew that it would not wait another day.