Daemon's mouth twisted at her words, though he did not respond to those particular ones. She was afraid she'd hurt him? Well, 'hurt' was relative, after all, and the kind of hurt he'd been subjected to ceased to matter more than as tally marks of an ever-increasing debt he would one day call to be repaid.
Returning to smiling, however, and not trying to hide it at all, he said, "Craft. I believe in Craft."
Opening his palm, he summoned a small ball of witchlight in the center, burning a merry ruby-red.
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Date: 2020-02-09 09:23 pm (UTC)Returning to smiling, however, and not trying to hide it at all, he said, "Craft. I believe in Craft."
Opening his palm, he summoned a small ball of witchlight in the center, burning a merry ruby-red.
"Very different from magic."