I do not th-think we are. [ He meets that smirk with one of his broad sunshine smiles, skewing crooked with mischief. His gaze darts toward the door. Force of habit - he knows Hades has seen to their privacy here, and even if he hadn't, they are in little danger. Strange, to not find himself in need of protecting a companion. ] But I may have taught the servants of the deadly t-treasure trove their lord does not realize he keeps in his garden. And I have learnt well that I c-cannot predict how others will act.
[ Perhaps funny coming from the one who, between the two of them, has locked inside of him the capacity to do exactly that - choices, possibilities, potentials, laid out upon splitting threads. But that is the charm of people, they've got a knack for picking the most surprising choices. He doubts that Clara or Alice would repay his healing in so vicious a way, but in places like this the walls have ears, and it is a fool who fails to separate their hope from the reality of things.
He selects a nut to snack on, still browsing the evening's offerings and not quite setting in on the meal proper, yet. ]
Just so? [ Viktor glances up. ] At least I've no reason to be jealous over an old flame, then. [ His grin goes positively devilish, then settles as he watches Hades slice bread. ]
Not a specific question, no. Though I do w-wonder at her choice in... friends. [ His brows beetle. ] No, I've a request of her.
[ With considerably less care or decorum than Hades, Viktor selects a loaf for himself, tears it in half, and then into smaller pieces. With a piece of bread pinched between two fingers, he hesitates, unsure of whether he is about to cause some sort of unforeseen heartache or stumbled them into another argument. It is, he decides, better to be honest; he would rather navigate the difficult than lock it away for fear of the upset it might cause. He does not realize just how far he has come in the last ten thousand years in that regard. ]
One of the th-things I glimpsed in... Aepymetes's memories was- he was showing a student- Elidibus, actually, I think - a bit of spellwork of his own make. 'Twas a bit like attuning to an aetheryte, but a trade of aether between souls. For movement, aye? You are... probably familiar? You were his example. At the time, there was some c-concern that the aether would... snap together. [ A rejoining, Elidibus had said. ] But. Aepymetes had said it could be avoided with... practice.
[ Viktor puts his attention squarely on the stew set before him, dips a torn hunk of bread into the broth. Aepymetes had set the path of Viktor's fall through their memories. He would not have let Viktor linger so long in that one if it had not been for good reason. ]
I intend to ask her if she might do a trade with me.
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[ Perhaps funny coming from the one who, between the two of them, has locked inside of him the capacity to do exactly that - choices, possibilities, potentials, laid out upon splitting threads. But that is the charm of people, they've got a knack for picking the most surprising choices. He doubts that Clara or Alice would repay his healing in so vicious a way, but in places like this the walls have ears, and it is a fool who fails to separate their hope from the reality of things.
He selects a nut to snack on, still browsing the evening's offerings and not quite setting in on the meal proper, yet. ]
Just so? [ Viktor glances up. ] At least I've no reason to be jealous over an old flame, then. [ His grin goes positively devilish, then settles as he watches Hades slice bread. ]
Not a specific question, no. Though I do w-wonder at her choice in... friends. [ His brows beetle. ] No, I've a request of her.
[ With considerably less care or decorum than Hades, Viktor selects a loaf for himself, tears it in half, and then into smaller pieces. With a piece of bread pinched between two fingers, he hesitates, unsure of whether he is about to cause some sort of unforeseen heartache or stumbled them into another argument. It is, he decides, better to be honest; he would rather navigate the difficult than lock it away for fear of the upset it might cause. He does not realize just how far he has come in the last ten thousand years in that regard. ]
One of the th-things I glimpsed in... Aepymetes's memories was- he was showing a student- Elidibus, actually, I think - a bit of spellwork of his own make. 'Twas a bit like attuning to an aetheryte, but a trade of aether between souls. For movement, aye? You are... probably familiar? You were his example. At the time, there was some c-concern that the aether would... snap together. [ A rejoining, Elidibus had said. ] But. Aepymetes had said it could be avoided with... practice.
[ Viktor puts his attention squarely on the stew set before him, dips a torn hunk of bread into the broth. Aepymetes had set the path of Viktor's fall through their memories. He would not have let Viktor linger so long in that one if it had not been for good reason. ]
I intend to ask her if she might do a trade with me.