[ a tongue over the shape of it. of trivia. he listens to stephen’s abbreviated explanation, so stridently casual. as though it were nothing at all. the shape of it: desperation written between steps. why else chase a ghost?
(a world without magic. herian’s new life is near to it as they’ll get.) ]
Hunting for a fix?
[ no judgment in that. a world without magic. he finds the gap where a tooth should stand, an old sting; mingled blood and magebane. ]
[ Which is a short confirmation, and once again an elision: the desperate want, the yearning, the breaking himself open to see what he could find on the other side, forged and remade. ]
So there’s a difference, then, in how our abilities came to us. You had no choice; this life was foisted upon you. I reached for magic and chose it, over and over.
[ Huh. He’s never actually been asked that particular question; never had to ponder it. There’s a pause on the crystal. ]
With the context I had: I think yes. Magic wasn’t a commonly-known thing. It was a surprise. It breaks the rules. It’s like walking around your whole life surrounded by locked doors you can’t even see and then, one day, being handed a key you never knew existed.
But if I’d grown up with it, if it was everyday and commonplace and came with endless strings attached, I’m less sure.
Although at the end of the day, being able to set things on fire with your mind is, y’know, still very cool.
[ too many people he'd set on fire with his mind (gwen) ]
I don't, I suppose... I was rather young. I don't recall much of life before magic. Pictures of moments, like a dull dream. If forced to reapproach it, from a place of absence, I can't say that I'd do so in the same manner.
I mean to say: You're well-positioned to help her, with or without her faculties. More, perhaps, than a native mage.
[ a mender of precious vases. they grind up porcelain, clay. use it anew. ]
[ It’s a tidy way of hauling the conversation back to the original topic at hand, and Strange is grateful for it. Safer territory. Work. ]
Well, you’re a bit more useful for the whole infected wounds part, [ he says, light. Isaac’s magic with its rot and decay and reversal thereof. ]
But you’re right, I do have some experience with sharp career pivots. I’ll be working on that angle with her. She also mentioned she’d like to assist us in the infirmary, in general. She— takes orders well.
[ A good quality for an assisting, for another pair of helping hands, and he wishes he could be gladder for it; but the context in which she came by these traits was less-than-ideal. ]
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[ a tongue over the shape of it. of trivia. he listens to stephen’s abbreviated explanation, so stridently casual. as though it were nothing at all. the shape of it: desperation written between steps. why else chase a ghost?
(a world without magic. herian’s new life is near to it as they’ll get.) ]
Hunting for a fix?
[ no judgment in that. a world without magic. he finds the gap where a tooth should stand, an old sting; mingled blood and magebane. ]
no subject
[ Which is a short confirmation, and once again an elision: the desperate want, the yearning, the breaking himself open to see what he could find on the other side, forged and remade. ]
So there’s a difference, then, in how our abilities came to us. You had no choice; this life was foisted upon you. I reached for magic and chose it, over and over.
no subject
[ this thing that he found, beyond the fire. ]
no subject
With the context I had: I think yes. Magic wasn’t a commonly-known thing. It was a surprise. It breaks the rules. It’s like walking around your whole life surrounded by locked doors you can’t even see and then, one day, being handed a key you never knew existed.
But if I’d grown up with it, if it was everyday and commonplace and came with endless strings attached, I’m less sure.
Although at the end of the day, being able to set things on fire with your mind is, y’know, still very cool.
no subject
[ too many people he'd set on fire with his mind (gwen) ]
I don't, I suppose... I was rather young. I don't recall much of life before magic. Pictures of moments, like a dull dream. If forced to reapproach it, from a place of absence, I can't say that I'd do so in the same manner.
I mean to say: You're well-positioned to help her, with or without her faculties. More, perhaps, than a native mage.
[ a mender of precious vases. they grind up porcelain, clay. use it anew. ]
no subject
Well, you’re a bit more useful for the whole infected wounds part, [ he says, light. Isaac’s magic with its rot and decay and reversal thereof. ]
But you’re right, I do have some experience with sharp career pivots. I’ll be working on that angle with her. She also mentioned she’d like to assist us in the infirmary, in general. She— takes orders well.
[ A good quality for an assisting, for another pair of helping hands, and he wishes he could be gladder for it; but the context in which she came by these traits was less-than-ideal. ]
bowmoji?
[ tranquil, or otherwise, and who can say what amsel would like any more at all?
(is that a bit heavy, when they've just moved on? riftwatch doesn't pay him enough for a positive attitude.) ]
I'll update the notes before I go.