[Getting up, Freyr moved around carefully to turn off lights until there was only one left on - the table lamp that had a couple of books stacked next to it. Apparently this was Bruce's reading spot.
Setting the cane against the table, he reached up and took off the visor to set on a leatherbound copy of Sherlock Holmes before putting his hands close to the lightbulb. Not close enough to touch, but enough to feel it was there.
There were sounds of effort, as he held his position, before the light dimmed, glowing and fading into his fingers before it went dark.
It was only then that Freyr opened his eyes and they were bright.]
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Setting the cane against the table, he reached up and took off the visor to set on a leatherbound copy of Sherlock Holmes before putting his hands close to the lightbulb. Not close enough to touch, but enough to feel it was there.
There were sounds of effort, as he held his position, before the light dimmed, glowing and fading into his fingers before it went dark.
It was only then that Freyr opened his eyes and they were bright.]
I can absorb light.