WHO: Kostos/Alistair/Jehan/Silas & Various Others WHAT: Miscellany WHEN: Kingsway WHERE: Probably Kirkwall NOTES: See comment subject lines! And if you would like to do something feel free to just drop it in here.
That’s better. Depressing, of course, as always, but she’s steady, and he rewards it by clinking the edge of his glass against hers. He doesn’t smile, but there’s a hint of levity in the corners of his mouth.
“Monsters,” he echoes—with more underlying agreement than she might want, when there are several days each week he thinks it’s what they are, not only how they’re seen—“but very good looking.”
That gets a smile from. Not that it's ever hard to get a smile out of Marisol, but they came at differing magnitudes. This was— slight, a little sharp, but fond. "I'll drink to that."
If they have nothing else, they are very dashing. She sips from her glass, exhales a slow breath, and takes a moment to remaster her composure. It is probably less convincing when in a sea of chaos of her own making. She picks up a book that had tipped over, straightening it on the shelf.
"Sometimes I think I should hate my magic, but I never can. It'd be like hating my heart for beating. Too vain for my own good, maybe."
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“Monsters,” he echoes—with more underlying agreement than she might want, when there are several days each week he thinks it’s what they are, not only how they’re seen—“but very good looking.”
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If they have nothing else, they are very dashing. She sips from her glass, exhales a slow breath, and takes a moment to remaster her composure. It is probably less convincing when in a sea of chaos of her own making. She picks up a book that had tipped over, straightening it on the shelf.
"Sometimes I think I should hate my magic, but I never can. It'd be like hating my heart for beating. Too vain for my own good, maybe."