The idea made Sharp-as-Night's scales crawl; being controlled again. It was something he feared every waking moment. When he couldn't sleep, he was haunted by shattered, fragmented memories of his time under Sondivel Ulres, The Reformer.

Although, begrudgingly, he had to admit that he trusted the arcanist with that kind of control. He had shown time and again that he was worthy of such trust; that he wasn't The Reformer.

So when the arcanist had proposed the idea of hypnotizing Sharp the next time they were intimate, admittedly without thinking, he was more willing than he initially thought. He had told him to give him a bit of time to think, to which the arcanist had apologized tenfold for proposing the idea. Sharp could see the realization play out on his face as he remembered, apologies spilling like a faucet while guilt and regret swirled in his eyes. He reassured him that it was okay, that he just needed to think on it, and the arcanist seemed relieved, as if he was afraid he had shoved Sharp away and ruined their relationship.

He didn't realize Sharp would sooner kill himself than be the one to break things off with him.

The arcanist was silly like that.

Sharp came to him later with a definitive answer. He had suggested that it'd be a good way to overcome his trauma, allow him to sleep a bit more peacefully at night.

And maybe the idea of getting to do this to the arcanist later had swayed him as well.

So here they were, the arcanist's eyes flitting through a hypnosis spell tome while Sharp sat patiently on his knees, both naked save for their underwear to make things much easier later.

Sharp watched, a pang of nervousness suddenly surfacing as the arcanist's hand moved gracefully in a spiral, conjuring a beautiful green spiral that Sharp immediately felt he couldn't take his eyes off of, but Sharp shoved it away in favor of enjoying this.

The arcanist's voice was also slightly different as he spoke, more siren-like, as he lulled Sharp in.