quietmounds | (no subject)

[alarm?????] You aged? Fenrir's tits I hope that doesn't happen to me that sounds existentially exhausting. Are you alright?

[. . . fucking hell, now that I'm older and less in denial, I find you incredibly charming. why am I like this. why?]

I'm fine. Like I said, not the first time. It's a bit of a headache, but no more than a faint hangover of feeling all the memories piece into place and try to jockey for position when there's more than one that fits.

[waver. please. i am obviously incredibly charming]

Still, I don't envy you. Would a drink make that worse or better?

Ask me again after a drink or five. I'm sure I'll be much more optimistic at the very least.

Well this is good fortune then, come! Sit! We had only time to introduce ourselves before, and all I learned of you was you are extremely fascinating. I did a google for your Alexander!

[grabs a beer and a spiked egg nog that's mostly spike and not much egg nog, sitting down next to him]

—fascinating? Me? [snorts] You read up on Alexander, that should be enough.

Well. It certainly tells me of the power one must have to obtain him. Magic was always my brother's strong suit, not mine, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate it.

Obtain? You misunderstand. I called him, but I don't own him.

I admit I only had the explanation provided. So he is a partnership then.

I'm his vassal, his Master, his friend. He's my King.

[his eye widens a bit, and he laughs a bit.]

I see. So he won you across time and space, that is quite a legend.

He's quite the man.

Strange to meet more royalty in such a place. And strange to meet a witch as well. Though I am grateful for the opportunity!

Magus. But yes.

Not something you've encountered before?

Actually, my brother is an exceptional magician, and my people were the ones who originally left our skills to earth thousands of years ago. But I was never very good at branching from my realm.

Your brother.

That's right! He's around, if you want to meet him. But first I would rather meet you more.

What would you like to know? —or should we just drink and see where that takes us?

Well, why not both, and I'll give you a starter. Why do you practice magic?

[. . . grabs a drink and settles down comfortably, huffing a short laugh]

That might be a two-drink question.

Really! Here I thought the profession was a safety question.

Depends on if you want the safety answer.

"To prove that I can." Is one.

[he smiles.]

I would not mind a tale of where you come from, Waver Velvet. It is worthwhile to know and understand my neighbors.

[he raises an eyebrow]

A tale, hm?

The more involved answer, I mean.