[the tentacles are getting braver now that he's pinned, winding around his inner thighs, one wrapped around his waist starting to slide down his lower back, down the curve of his ass. Rowan's still trying to escape though, even though he has no simple way to go about it, no obvious escapes. glowing string spills in puddles around him, uselessly slack but trying to do something, of only so Noel doesn't see this.]
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