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Entry tags:
closed/open || i'm in the business of living
WHO: Tiffany Hart, Matthias, + maybe my other characters TBD and others
WHAT: some closed starters and maybe some open
WHEN: fantasy February
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: none for now
WHAT: some closed starters and maybe some open
WHEN: fantasy February
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: none for now
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Matthias presses his fingertips onto the frozen ground, committing some of his weight to them. The pressure whitens his knuckles; turns his fingertips red. He lets out a breath.
"It was in the dream," he says without looking at her. "That's all." He keeps his head down, his voice pitched low, keeping this between them. Even this is a major confession. If they were in a Circle, Matthias' admission would spell serious trouble. Even outside a Circle, he knows he's as good as stepping on a glyph to say it aloud. I dreamed I did blood magic, the worst sort. But he has to say it.
"I can't stop thinking about it. If I did it, then, I might do it. It was easy. I just--pulled on him and he stopped. He was this Vint. It was a dream, and I knew it was a dream, which-- I dunno if that's better, or if it's worse. I did think someone might get killed. Laura. My girlfriend. Sorry," and he leans back, takes the pressure off his finger tips, scrubs one hand over his face. "You didn't sign up for this, I know, I just don't-- I don't know."
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"So long as you didn't make a deal with a demon, a dream's just a dream," she says when he's done, skimming past the bits she's less comfortable engaging to the blood magic, "I've done all sorts of shit in dreams. In real life it's not a thing you can just do on a whim or by accident. You'd have to choose. You'd get to choose. But I'd strongly advise you choose not to if you want to be able to use a spirit blade, blood magic fucks your connection to the Fade."
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Just a dream, is what Matthias is hanging on to. He drops his gaze back to the dirt, pushes his fingertips against it again.
"I don't want anything to cock that up. The spirit blade, I mean. That's-- that's important, to me. I mean, so's living a long time, if I can manage it. D'you think everyone thinks about this? Every mage, I mean. In the Circle I remember them saying never to do it, and I still think that's right, if you can manage it. If is the word, innit. 'Cause then you hear about, y'know--things happening. Times when the choice wasn't easy. That's what I think about. All the time."