the prize of a million teasing moments, blind [closed; complete]
Characters; curator_flamma and sparingthird.
Setting/Location; Verity; general campgrounds.
Date & Time; Day Two, evening.
Warnings; None, though this is subject to change.
Briefing; Beyond has volunteered to accompany Lute on a night-time exploration, and is hoping to find out more about this magic.
As Beyond traveled to their designated meeting place, he couldn't balance his thoughts between skepticism and excitement. The primary reason for his volunteering to accompany Lute was to explore with his own eyes Verity at night with relative safety; the secondary to provide Lute with the same relative safeguard. This was inconspicuous enough, there was no reason for anyone to look any further into the matter.
Beyond, however, knew better: he was excited, perhaps irrationally. Here he was in a world he'd been dragged to, an unwilling captive forced to take part in a war he cared less than nothing for, a war that was far less significant than the one he was waging in his "home world." Excitement was allowed, he wouldn't attempt to genuinely snuff it out, as it softened his raging anger at being interrupted for something so base, so inane. Magic was something he hadn't believed in since he'd learned to count, since he'd realized the dead never returned, since shoujo animes became a lie and his subsequent failed attempt to accustom himself to The World As He Would Know It.
He hadn't seen it yet, but he wasn't skeptical enough to completely discount Mikhail's claim that re-animating the dead was possible and inevitable; he could infer with relative accuracy, he believed, that the re-animation would be souls into their original bodies, with memories and personality intact. There was no reason besides paranoia to disbelieve Lute's claim that he could perform magic -- he shouldn't completely believe it until he saw it with his own eyes, of course, but disbelieving would be just as much an unfounded assumption as believing. He should remain unaffected, externally at least.
So concealing his enthusiasm behind a cool, jarringly cheerful exterior, he approached the place at which they had agreed to meet one another, a flashlight and a spare as yet unneeded resting in his pockets -- strange, uncomfortable clothing rustling strangely as he moved. He quietly predicted disappointing situations and planned for them, just as he predicted situations where he must conceal his elation. He mustn't be caught unguarded or unprepared.
Setting/Location; Verity; general campgrounds.
Date & Time; Day Two, evening.
Warnings; None, though this is subject to change.
Briefing; Beyond has volunteered to accompany Lute on a night-time exploration, and is hoping to find out more about this magic.
As Beyond traveled to their designated meeting place, he couldn't balance his thoughts between skepticism and excitement. The primary reason for his volunteering to accompany Lute was to explore with his own eyes Verity at night with relative safety; the secondary to provide Lute with the same relative safeguard. This was inconspicuous enough, there was no reason for anyone to look any further into the matter.
Beyond, however, knew better: he was excited, perhaps irrationally. Here he was in a world he'd been dragged to, an unwilling captive forced to take part in a war he cared less than nothing for, a war that was far less significant than the one he was waging in his "home world." Excitement was allowed, he wouldn't attempt to genuinely snuff it out, as it softened his raging anger at being interrupted for something so base, so inane. Magic was something he hadn't believed in since he'd learned to count, since he'd realized the dead never returned, since shoujo animes became a lie and his subsequent failed attempt to accustom himself to The World As He Would Know It.
He hadn't seen it yet, but he wasn't skeptical enough to completely discount Mikhail's claim that re-animating the dead was possible and inevitable; he could infer with relative accuracy, he believed, that the re-animation would be souls into their original bodies, with memories and personality intact. There was no reason besides paranoia to disbelieve Lute's claim that he could perform magic -- he shouldn't completely believe it until he saw it with his own eyes, of course, but disbelieving would be just as much an unfounded assumption as believing. He should remain unaffected, externally at least.
So concealing his enthusiasm behind a cool, jarringly cheerful exterior, he approached the place at which they had agreed to meet one another, a flashlight and a spare as yet unneeded resting in his pockets -- strange, uncomfortable clothing rustling strangely as he moved. He quietly predicted disappointing situations and planned for them, just as he predicted situations where he must conceal his elation. He mustn't be caught unguarded or unprepared.