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[ceremonious]

If this is the kind of conversation you want to have, bother someone else.
Those are your choices, and beggars can't be choosers.

[ but after a minute: ]

What color are they?

[veile]

i am no beggar.

light summer blue. lilac. seafoam. ballet slipper pink. it all depends on the light.

[ something like this. ]

[ceremonious]

[ a typical faerie answer. ]

I'll just stick with my original plan.
It would work better that way.

[veile]

has your plan taken into account how to force some absurd spell onto an unwilling participant?

[ceremonious]

I'm not going to force you.
I have time. I can wait.

[veile]

why do you want to do this?
just to say that you did? another successful experiment added to your bag of tricks?

[ceremonious]

What's wrong with doing something because you can?

[veile]

[ excuse him while he rolls his eyes. ]

nothing. unless it comes at the expense of someone else.
but why care about that? it would be enormously impressive to restore fully functional wings to someone who's lost them.

[ceremonious]

Because I'm not going to let someone tell me what I can and cannot do.
Because I know I can.
Because I want to help you.

Pick whichever one you like best.

[veile]

how do you think this will help me?

[ceremonious]

Maybe you'll stop moping and do something about the situation you're in.

[veile]

i am not mopey.
and if i am, it's a recent development only because i've been sitting in a cage for three days.
i'll be back to my usual sparkling self when i'm out.

[ceremonious]

You don't sparkle.
You're dim. You've forgotten how to live.

But do whatever you want.
I'll think about doing it for you one day if you ask nicely.

[veile]

[ he sighs to himself. even if there was an ounce of truth to rune's accusation, it wouldn't change the circumstances. ]

i haven't forgotten how to live.
i'm grieving a loss. there's a difference.

now i have to ask?
i'm surprised you're not planning on appearing out of thin air and throwing pixie dust at me.

[ceremonious]

I don't think you know that.

[ but he's convinced himself he doesn't care. when his entire coven had been slaughtered and scattered to the wind, he hadn't given up. even now, revenge fuels him. ]

You don't seem to believe me when I say I can do anything.
I'm not going to beg you.
I'm not even going to try to convince you.
You'll want it badly enough one day that you'll finally give in and ask.

[veile]

then who would?
you?

i do want them. of course i do.
it's like missing a limb. i still forget they're not there.
but they'll only be a liability to me now.
is it so terribly important to convince everyone around you that you can do anything?

[ceremonious]

I don't know enough about you to tell you that.
I'm just telling you what I see.

Some of it isn't about convincing anyone.
I want to know I can do it.
Then I can put to rest the things that have been taken from me.
Like I said, I have time.

[veile]

should i tell you all my deepest hurts so you can better tell me how i'm wasting my life away?

ah.
so you're only trying to convince yourself.

[ceremonious]

No.
I really don't care what you do with it.

This isn't about convincing myself.
Maybe I want you to believe me.

[veile]

i don't think anyone does anymore.

you have a long way to go for that.

[ceremonious]

[ and whose fault is that? ]

So ask me nicely when you change your mind.

Is there anything else you wanted?
I'm busy right now.

[veile]

no.
go be busy.

[ceremonious]

[ rune doesn't reply for a while, at least an hour, but it's mostly because he's making arrangements to meet the person he'd come to see. after, he scrolls through their conversation and sighs. ]

Should I come rescue you?

[veile]

do you want to be locked in here with me that badly?
you miss me, don't you?

[ceremonious]

That's not why I'm asking.
Do you miss me?