Magick on my world is something else entirely, I think. Most people can train in it, though some of us have some particular affinities. The ocurria and scions and the like were new to me, though I suppose those weren't powers humans could harness.
[ If he's going all in, he's going all in. He's thankful David has stuck around; he clearly would have squandered this the first few tries. ]
I don't normally chase anyone, but gender's never really been my determining factor in attraction. I like people who are smart and to the point -- something most of my close confidants have shared. I have no interest in taking your out and quite a lot of interest in that tea and conversation. Some of that may be helped along by whatever this magick is, but all of that is consistent with who I am. [ There, he finally feels like himself. ]
I don't think magick really changes us. I think it heightens what's there, or can find fears or desires. My father -- I thought my father was under the control of the ocurria, immortal magickal beings for the sake of simplicity. I thought they'd corrupted him, made him go mad. That would have been easier.
It was all there within him. The magick helped but I was a fool for thinking he'd ever been anything else. It's easy to blame something like that on some outside source, but the truth is the hearts of men are simple and often transparent things.
[ There have been much easier ways to work this into conversation, but he's afraid if he doesn't say it now, he won't. ]
You should know I murdered him. To stop the ocurria, to make sure the queen stopped the empire and took back her crown. You asked if I did it for vengeance or protection or her. I don't know. I just know that that man destroyed everything he touched. I wanted so badly for the spell to fall away, for him to use his last words to make it make sense.
[ The confession comes tumbling out. He hasn't said that outloud yet -- everything happened so fast. But he turns it into a grin. ] So there you are. Your chance for an out. Maybe magick works differently here. Maybe I'm just the romantic pirate backdrop in your heroic investigation.
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[ If he's going all in, he's going all in. He's thankful David has stuck around; he clearly would have squandered this the first few tries. ]
I don't normally chase anyone, but gender's never really been my determining factor in attraction. I like people who are smart and to the point -- something most of my close confidants have shared. I have no interest in taking your out and quite a lot of interest in that tea and conversation. Some of that may be helped along by whatever this magick is, but all of that is consistent with who I am. [ There, he finally feels like himself. ]
I don't think magick really changes us. I think it heightens what's there, or can find fears or desires. My father -- I thought my father was under the control of the ocurria, immortal magickal beings for the sake of simplicity. I thought they'd corrupted him, made him go mad. That would have been easier.
It was all there within him. The magick helped but I was a fool for thinking he'd ever been anything else. It's easy to blame something like that on some outside source, but the truth is the hearts of men are simple and often transparent things.
[ There have been much easier ways to work this into conversation, but he's afraid if he doesn't say it now, he won't. ]
You should know I murdered him. To stop the ocurria, to make sure the queen stopped the empire and took back her crown. You asked if I did it for vengeance or protection or her. I don't know. I just know that that man destroyed everything he touched. I wanted so badly for the spell to fall away, for him to use his last words to make it make sense.
[ The confession comes tumbling out. He hasn't said that outloud yet -- everything happened so fast. But he turns it into a grin. ] So there you are. Your chance for an out. Maybe magick works differently here. Maybe I'm just the romantic pirate backdrop in your heroic investigation.