He's having a drink, because he's here and he can. He needs one, right this moment. The reason why can be explained by the locket he's squeezing in his hand every few minutes.
He's filled to the brim with magic, magic that wants an outlet. Not just power, but words and phrases, ancient and strong bubbling up within him.
There's a heavy brow he might grow into.
There's a hand that will not be whole for long.
There is a soul that's been ripped at, torn at, damaged and not yet broken.
There's a dead guardian, a dead friend, and ravens resting on his shoulders as he watches his attacker naked in the rain, his clothing tatters in the beaks of the birds.
"Hello," she says softly.
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"Hi."
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"You seem sad."
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"I am. I should be."
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She doesn't need to ask, but it seems like the right thing to do.
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She means it, as much as she's able.
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"My name's Seph," he says, though he doesn't extend his hand. He knows now what it can do to people and he'd rather not have that tainting things.
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"Nice to meet you, Namine."
He hasn't seen a girl for a while. It's oddly comforting.
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"Of course."
He appreciates her presence. Someone, anyway.
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Something will come to her before long, she knows it.
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There's a heavy brow he might grow into.
There's a hand that will not be whole for long.
There is a soul that's been ripped at, torn at, damaged and not yet broken.
There's a dead guardian, a dead friend, and ravens resting on his shoulders as he watches his attacker naked in the rain, his clothing tatters in the beaks of the birds.
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