Not quite so bloody, I won't worry about you bleeding out if I don't finish
quickly enough. But I will want your blood for the spell, and it's
complex and painful.
I can clean up wherever we do it, though. That spell is one of the simplest.
I'm glad. I'm fond of the grotto, though not as fond as I am of you. I'd
change it, and do new mosaics in a different sort of room, if I needed to.
I can't quiet the worries that your arm will feel strange and foreign.
When my tail changed... [She shakes her head.] I move
differently now, and it was a reminder of what I lost for awhile. It
stoked the rage in my heart and my hunger for revenge.
You know better than anyone that I chose it, eventually. But I know what
it's like not to feel at home in your own skin.
All I can do is let you choose. Whether to try the spell. Where
you want to be, and who you want with you. I want you to feel as safe as
we can manage.
Even if it does, I’ll get used to it. I’m used to- [she stops herself with a twist of her mouth, because that’s not fully true.]
I’m getting used to the half of me that Panacea had to make. It’s fine, it all works, it doesn’t feel any different, but it’s weird… I don’t know what she made it of. Not of me, I was- it was gone.
So, knowing will help, I guess is what I’m saying.
It isn't only with my sacred knife that spilling mortal blood is forbidden,
you know. I've killed human men and women before, the night I drowned the
city of Söndermane in a fit of pain and grief and rage. Two were injured in
my storm on deck here. And I condoned a murder that Roffe committed. I had
that boy's death on my knife and my conscience, if not my hands.
But you're still the only mortal whose blood I've spilled by my own hands,
on purpose. You make it feel safe to leave behind the last vestiges of
sildroher law. To choose something new, with what feels right to me.
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Alright.
Where do you want to do this, and do you want us to be alone for it?
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Do you want to do it tomorrow? Let me know where you'd be most comfortable.
And of course I don't mind if Hunter's there. Anyone you want would be alright, and I like him.
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Is it going to be like when you sing your tail to legs?
[Bloody and risky, she means.]
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Not quite so bloody, I won't worry about you bleeding out if I don't finish quickly enough. But I will want your blood for the spell, and it's complex and painful.
I can clean up wherever we do it, though. That spell is one of the simplest.
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Do you mind doing it in the infirmary? I just- it feels safer? I know you’ll have it under control anywhere, but-
The last place I let someone work on me was in a cave.
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Of course I don't mind, love. Anywhere but Zero would do.
My grotto doesn't bother you the rest of the time, does it? [Because she'd get her cabin changed, for that. Taylor is worth it.]
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I'm glad. I'm fond of the grotto, though not as fond as I am of you. I'd change it, and do new mosaics in a different sort of room, if I needed to.
I can't quiet the worries that your arm will feel strange and foreign. When my tail changed... [She shakes her head.] I move differently now, and it was a reminder of what I lost for awhile. It stoked the rage in my heart and my hunger for revenge.
You know better than anyone that I chose it, eventually. But I know what it's like not to feel at home in your own skin.
All I can do is let you choose. Whether to try the spell. Where you want to be, and who you want with you. I want you to feel as safe as we can manage.
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I’m getting used to the half of me that Panacea had to make. It’s fine, it all works, it doesn’t feel any different, but it’s weird… I don’t know what she made it of. Not of me, I was- it was gone.
So, knowing will help, I guess is what I’m saying.
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Your blood and my magic. Nothing else.
It isn't only with my sacred knife that spilling mortal blood is forbidden, you know. I've killed human men and women before, the night I drowned the city of Söndermane in a fit of pain and grief and rage. Two were injured in my storm on deck here. And I condoned a murder that Roffe committed. I had that boy's death on my knife and my conscience, if not my hands.
But you're still the only mortal whose blood I've spilled by my own hands, on purpose. You make it feel safe to leave behind the last vestiges of sildroher law. To choose something new, with what feels right to me.