Mateo
"Deadly?" Mateo's tone holds a note of dramatic skepticism, though it's amusement rather than mockery that fuels the dimpled smile on his face. "If you say so." He'd once found the Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds passed out in an inflatable pink flamingo in his sister's pool, so sue him. But they aren't here to dickswing about Ancients, they're here to make sure this spiky looking fountain is capable of keeping them safe. "It is impressive, whatever I expected," he concedes.
As the stranger asks what the point of him is (in not so many words), Mateo brightens again. "Oh, better than all of that," he declares, reaching into the white, flowing silk of his shirt to draw out the glittering silver chain around his neck, and the bleached ivory phalanges threaded onto it. "I have brought you my nonna."
Looping the chain over his head, already the bones seem to be aglow with soft power. "She was a witch," he explains, like it's the most logical thing in the world, "with healing magic." And then, because he realises he's gone quite without introducing himself, he grins to her. "I am Mateo Taliesin, by the way. Nice to meet you."
As the stranger asks what the point of him is (in not so many words), Mateo brightens again. "Oh, better than all of that," he declares, reaching into the white, flowing silk of his shirt to draw out the glittering silver chain around his neck, and the bleached ivory phalanges threaded onto it. "I have brought you my nonna."
Looping the chain over his head, already the bones seem to be aglow with soft power. "She was a witch," he explains, like it's the most logical thing in the world, "with healing magic." And then, because he realises he's gone quite without introducing himself, he grins to her. "I am Mateo Taliesin, by the way. Nice to meet you."
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
Can't even tell if this is a dream
