Bien sûr. [Of course. That's what everyone wants to know about.
The lights, which have been very dim up until now, suddenly brighten - he's not controlling the electricity, but drawing back layers of shadow so that those remaining will be deeper. More solid. Ghyslain's eyes black out completely, and the shadow cast by the grand piano grows and swells, little tendrils curling out from the edges, grasping one of the chairs and pulling it up next to Romain's. Before he makes any move to sit, he takes a small chance - one of the tendrils approaches Romain, rises up to eye level and brushes his hair off his forehead; it feels very much solid, but cool and dry.
Then he gets up, starts for the seat he's pulled up for himself.]
no subject
The lights, which have been very dim up until now, suddenly brighten - he's not controlling the electricity, but drawing back layers of shadow so that those remaining will be deeper. More solid. Ghyslain's eyes black out completely, and the shadow cast by the grand piano grows and swells, little tendrils curling out from the edges, grasping one of the chairs and pulling it up next to Romain's. Before he makes any move to sit, he takes a small chance - one of the tendrils approaches Romain, rises up to eye level and brushes his hair off his forehead; it feels very much solid, but cool and dry.
Then he gets up, starts for the seat he's pulled up for himself.]
It is called - umbrakinesis. Control of shadow.