Date: 2016-07-25 09:06 pm (UTC)
utselet: (until i die)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[She looks back up at him, pale and desperate, her hands knotting tight around his.]

This has to stop, Quentin. I can't take it become any worse than this.

Date: 2016-07-25 10:41 pm (UTC)
utselet: (in somebody's life)
From: [personal profile] utselet
Okay as a were-bird.

[But she takes a few deep breaths, still holding tight to him, trying to calm down after that expulsion of bitter panic.]

At least... is more information now, yes? The scratch, the sleepwalking, the visions... and now this.

Date: 2016-07-26 12:31 am (UTC)
utselet: (when i leave this world)
From: [personal profile] utselet
There has to be something in all these books.

[She takes her hands back and folds her arms, crosses her legs, huddling in on herself.]

My friend think one of us should talk to Jean Grey, too. Have her... you know what she does?

Date: 2016-07-26 03:55 pm (UTC)
utselet: (i will leave my mark)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[She was afraid he might say that. She holds herself a little tighter, presses her lips together into a thin line, trying not to shudder, trying not to break apart.

If the only way out of this is to have someone dive into her mind and pull it apart, she will, but she hates the idea. She hates nearly as much the fact that she'll exercise almost every available opportunity to get someone else to go through with it in her stead, but... not enough not to do just that.]


Maybe someone will volunteer.

Date: 2016-07-26 05:57 pm (UTC)
utselet: (so everyone will know)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[She nods, although:]

This is not going to make me very happy, yes?

Date: 2016-07-26 10:26 pm (UTC)
utselet: (the hearts i have touched)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[Dryly:]

Funny -- this never happens for me.

[Because having more knowledge has historically mostly let her better understand how completely screwed she is... but she reaches out for the book anyway.]

Date: 2016-07-26 11:18 pm (UTC)
utselet: (everything that)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[She pores it over intently, taking much more time than usual; her English literacy is suffering as much as her speech when she's this tired.

She rests her head on one hand, rubs at her temples as she reads.]

Date: 2016-07-27 01:40 am (UTC)
utselet: (so they won't forget)
From: [personal profile] utselet
To you.

[She says very softly, not looking up at him, fingering the corner of the page.]

Yes.

Date: 2016-07-27 08:16 pm (UTC)
utselet: (when i leave this world)
From: [personal profile] utselet
I don't think this mattered to it.

[She glances up at him, a little curious.]

What would be?

Date: 2016-07-28 02:30 am (UTC)
utselet: (so they won't forget)
From: [personal profile] utselet
[Oh, Quentin. That is mostly true for Nina, but she knows far, far better than to extend that to the rest of humanity. She gives him a wan, weary not-quite-a-smile, reaching out to give his wrist a squeeze.]

Why did you ask?

Date: 2016-07-29 06:29 pm (UTC)
utselet: (so everyone will know)
From: [personal profile] utselet
Then... yes. It scratched me for lies.

So there is your fairy tale magic.

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