Good time for a change
see, the luck I’ve had
”Yes, I have... I have magic.” The question comes so quickly Peter can’t help but answer it, some part of him deeply satisfied to be asked questions he has the answers to. ”And... I am abandoned, I guess.” The way he says it gives more weight to the word than a simple declaration of race, but, unless it’s asked after, Peter isn’t going to be volunteering anymore information on that particular tangle.
The rest of the questions require a touch more thought, though the answers also come fairly easily, in order. ”It’s much more... more like me now, not... not something put into me. So... I do like it more, now. But... it doesn’t feel different uh... all the time. Just when I use it.” There. Simple answers to easy questions, and they do a lot to help Peter warm up to the strange young man (the irony of him thinking someone strange is not lost on him).
As Kaimena drops to the ground, Peter sinks down lower as well, though he never actually leaves the tree, preferring to watch the man with cautious eyes from above. Apricum, for its part, extends towards the offered hand, it’s silent, eyeless gaze the only answer to the excited questions. ”Does it... does it have to be alive? Can’t it just... be?” Peter called down. He had not put much thought into the details of his companions existence, he had just accepted it, along the with current of awareness in his mind that tied him to Apricum.
The rest of the questions require a touch more thought, though the answers also come fairly easily, in order. ”It’s much more... more like me now, not... not something put into me. So... I do like it more, now. But... it doesn’t feel different uh... all the time. Just when I use it.” There. Simple answers to easy questions, and they do a lot to help Peter warm up to the strange young man (the irony of him thinking someone strange is not lost on him).
As Kaimena drops to the ground, Peter sinks down lower as well, though he never actually leaves the tree, preferring to watch the man with cautious eyes from above. Apricum, for its part, extends towards the offered hand, it’s silent, eyeless gaze the only answer to the excited questions. ”Does it... does it have to be alive? Can’t it just... be?” Peter called down. He had not put much thought into the details of his companions existence, he had just accepted it, along the with current of awareness in his mind that tied him to Apricum.
can make a good man
turn bad
PETER
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