champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"And I keep very similar company," Mateo assures Charlie, the compliment as easily returned as it is accepted, and as the priestess conjures her little motes of fire to keep the chill at bay, he struggles to keep his attention on the stars at all. With the snapdragon lingering in his veins (and gods know what other drugs they accompany, not to mention the alcohol) each of Charlie's orbs of fire appears to have gained a golden halo of light, one that dances and flickers with each movement of Mateo's head.
"Mmm...?" He blinks, realising she's asked him a question, tipping his head back once more towards the large dome. "You know, I have never actually tried. I do not know how to use it, and I think it may be reserved for Stormbreak's leaders and council, but you know... how hard could it be, really?" Incredibly hard, they'll find out if they try it. (Looking at you, Brecon Beacons telescope).
Gazing down at her with easy affection as she sprawls out on the coat blanket, it's with a lopsided smile that he hears her out. "You never know - perhaps it was one of you, at least one time," he says, laughing. "I daresay Safrin would have been furious if you had managed it, though, so you would probably know about it right away."
"Mmm...?" He blinks, realising she's asked him a question, tipping his head back once more towards the large dome. "You know, I have never actually tried. I do not know how to use it, and I think it may be reserved for Stormbreak's leaders and council, but you know... how hard could it be, really?" Incredibly hard, they'll find out if they try it. (Looking at you, Brecon Beacons telescope).
Gazing down at her with easy affection as she sprawls out on the coat blanket, it's with a lopsided smile that he hears her out. "You never know - perhaps it was one of you, at least one time," he says, laughing. "I daresay Safrin would have been furious if you had managed it, though, so you would probably know about it right away."
