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And now, a random bit of fiction (blah):
We were about to step in when he paused. He had just touched his hand to the doorknob and for a second it looked like he was regretting something. Turning to us, he said, "I want to thank you for allowing me into your tribe of friends tonight. I am not very used to socializing and even less used to socializing with such beautiful and amazing people. I do not think I have much to offer any of you in return for your company. I am not brave or daring and I can be alarmingly clumsy at times, but at the very least I will speak the truth to you. For better or worse, the truth is only I can ever tell you. That is all I can do for you, but I hope you all can still find it in your hearts to call me friend."
The group looked at him once, slightly confused. We should have been more put off, but somehow our laughter coasted us over what should have been a major awkward pause. Single file we shuffled into the bar while he held the door open for us, and all the while we chattered and rubbed our hands from the sting of the cold Chicago wind.
"Um..." I was the last one in and my curiosity had gotten the better of me before I made it past the doorway, "Do you always say stuff like that when you are hanging out with a new group of people?"
"Oh, that." He didn't miss a beat. "I have to say that. It's sort of professional courtesy, or a mandatory disclaimer if you will."
"Professional courtesy?"
"I'm a professional prophet." My eyes were rolling before I knew it. "No really," he continued," and it's just considered good business if I give the civilians in my life a warning. It just comes with my line of work you see."
It was too cold to be standing outside the bar like I was, but I wanted to humor him a little further. "Alright prophet, why don't you drop some cosmic wisdom on me then?" I watched how my breath frosted in the space between us, and I could almost swear I saw it take a pattern before breaking up.
"There is no magic in this world save for the healing power of love, the curse of a mother and very fine brandy."
I punched him in the shoulder. Good grief, where did Larissa find this guy?
He laughed, and there was a glimmer. His eyes actually sparkled, brightly and clearly for a second, and it was gone just as quickly. For the first time, I felt the full weight of Eric's charm upon me and I knew then that it was not something easily forgotten or left behind.
-an excerpt from
How I learned to hate Eric
or
When Prophecies Go Wrong