"Craft?" Airy had never known what to call her abilities or those like her. She only knew what media and books told her and that wasn't particularly helpful when your entire world has been turned on its head. "Is that what this is?"
She paused when he summoned the ball of witchlight, her blue eyes widening at the sight. "It's beautiful."
Airy met his gaze and hoped that he was as kind as he seemed. "What's the difference? Can you tell me? I don't know... what any of this is. I'm not supposed to have powers. I'm supposed to be normal." That was all she had ever wanted.
"That's what mine is called. My power is a gift of the Darkness, and the use of it is called Craft. I wouldn't call it magic because there's nothing magic about it. If my skill and knowledge are both great enough, I can do again what I have done before."
Meeting her eyes, the corners crinkle briefly with warmth before he breaks the connection and scrapes said gaze from her head to her toes. He then shakes his head briefly. "I don't think that...however you do what you do is quite the same. Yours might be magic in truth and I would have no way of knowing."
After a pause, though, his brow furrows and he questions her words. "Were you originally lan--without powers? Did you acquire them somehow?"
Oh. That sounded a lot more complicated than what Airy had been imagining. She had hoped that it was like a book where everything fell into place and it was somehow explained to her... but life wasn't like books.
"I don't know. I don't think so. I think I did things when I was little but I always thought it was my imagination. Then I seemed okay for awhile. Now... now I can do things." Airy didn't realize that her powers affected her most of all. For most of her life, her desire to be normal had suppressed her abilities until her creation magic grew too powerful.
"Ah," Daemon says. He then tucks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. He studies her from beneath his lashes. "You know?" His lips quirk. "I don't think you need to know anything. I'm just someone you met in a bar. But--I do think we can help each other."
With his chin, he gestures down the sidewalk, away from the alley. "How about we find somewhere that we can chat. It doesn't have to be private. I can make anywhere private. But maybe somewhere that's not the middle of where people are walking?"
"Help each other?" She thought about that but her thoughts couldn't dive too deeply before he called attention to their surroundings. Standing on the street wasn't normal and... well... she didn't trust him but if they were going to talk it'd be better if they were somewhere comfortable, or that she was comfortable.
"Yeah. Sorry. Let's go this way. I am staying at a hostel like place. It's just a bunk in a room with a lot of bunks but they have some smaller rooms and places we can talk there." It wasn't private but it was more private than this and Airy could at least sit down without worrying about where she was sitting.
"If you're willing," Daemon agreed easily, though his gold eyes turn a little more wary.
He was surprised at himself. He'd been the one to suggest that they find somewhere more suitable to talk, yes, but he hadn't thought he'd react to her choice of the hostel with...caution. Let's call it caution. Until this point he'd been confident enough. He'd overpowered Blood far more overtly powerful than she—but perhaps the description of overtly was part of his concern? She had a kind of magic he didn't understand, and he had not survived this long by being careless, not when the kind of privacy they were about to find had sometimes been more dangerous for him than he'd care to admit.
"That sounds good," he says anyway. "Lead the way?"
She nodded her head and turned to lead the way. After a few steps she stopped and made sure that he was walking at her side before continuing further. She tried to find a pace that suited them both though the occasional crowds made it difficult to stay next to him. "Er. One more block." It was a pretty heavily traveled street but they found the small hostel and ducked inside.
The front room was a common area with a fire place that kept it warm. Airy waved at the man behind the counter and stepped forward to talk to him. "Hey Mike. Are any of the private rooms open? I ran into a friend and I wanted to catch up." He looked around the counter and pointed to one of the opened doors.
"Thanks." She flashed him a smile and the older man blushed before busying himself behind the counter.
Airy turned towards Daemon and kept smiling. "We're in luck. One of the rooms is free. So we can chat there. It'll still be loud and people might pop in but it's private-ish."
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Date: 2020-02-12 01:25 am (UTC)She paused when he summoned the ball of witchlight, her blue eyes widening at the sight. "It's beautiful."
Airy met his gaze and hoped that he was as kind as he seemed. "What's the difference? Can you tell me? I don't know... what any of this is. I'm not supposed to have powers. I'm supposed to be normal." That was all she had ever wanted.
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Date: 2020-02-19 09:11 pm (UTC)Meeting her eyes, the corners crinkle briefly with warmth before he breaks the connection and scrapes said gaze from her head to her toes. He then shakes his head briefly. "I don't think that...however you do what you do is quite the same. Yours might be magic in truth and I would have no way of knowing."
After a pause, though, his brow furrows and he questions her words. "Were you originally lan--without powers? Did you acquire them somehow?"
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Date: 2020-02-21 03:57 am (UTC)"I don't know. I don't think so. I think I did things when I was little but I always thought it was my imagination. Then I seemed okay for awhile. Now... now I can do things." Airy didn't realize that her powers affected her most of all. For most of her life, her desire to be normal had suppressed her abilities until her creation magic grew too powerful.
"I'm sorry. I don't know anything."
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Date: 2020-02-22 03:57 am (UTC)With his chin, he gestures down the sidewalk, away from the alley. "How about we find somewhere that we can chat. It doesn't have to be private. I can make anywhere private. But maybe somewhere that's not the middle of where people are walking?"
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Date: 2020-02-26 06:28 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Sorry. Let's go this way. I am staying at a hostel like place. It's just a bunk in a room with a lot of bunks but they have some smaller rooms and places we can talk there." It wasn't private but it was more private than this and Airy could at least sit down without worrying about where she was sitting.
Cities were gross like that.
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Date: 2020-03-02 08:28 pm (UTC)He was surprised at himself. He'd been the one to suggest that they find somewhere more suitable to talk, yes, but he hadn't thought he'd react to her choice of the hostel with...caution. Let's call it caution. Until this point he'd been confident enough. He'd overpowered Blood far more overtly powerful than she—but perhaps the description of overtly was part of his concern? She had a kind of magic he didn't understand, and he had not survived this long by being careless, not when the kind of privacy they were about to find had sometimes been more dangerous for him than he'd care to admit.
"That sounds good," he says anyway. "Lead the way?"
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Date: 2020-03-03 05:56 pm (UTC)She nodded her head and turned to lead the way. After a few steps she stopped and made sure that he was walking at her side before continuing further. She tried to find a pace that suited them both though the occasional crowds made it difficult to stay next to him. "Er. One more block." It was a pretty heavily traveled street but they found the small hostel and ducked inside.
The front room was a common area with a fire place that kept it warm. Airy waved at the man behind the counter and stepped forward to talk to him. "Hey Mike. Are any of the private rooms open? I ran into a friend and I wanted to catch up." He looked around the counter and pointed to one of the opened doors.
"Thanks." She flashed him a smile and the older man blushed before busying himself behind the counter.
Airy turned towards Daemon and kept smiling. "We're in luck. One of the rooms is free. So we can chat there. It'll still be loud and people might pop in but it's private-ish."