"Dude. Graduate, get an inmate, get a deal, go get her, bring her somewhere good. Like out into the multiverse with me and team 'free the clones,' or wherever Shiro's going. Just because she's probably going to be mad at you for awhile doesn't mean she doesn't need your help."
"I'm figuring it out. Yeah it's been four years, but Elijah doesn't hate me and seems to be- you know. Thoughtful. If I can do it you can definitely do it."
He's so firm in this conviction that he's forgotten what he was doing with the blanket, in favour of staring into his eyes and trying to convey this to him.
"One, no I'm not, two, when I am it's because I'm ten years older than you, three, you cap me easily for raw magical power, and four, that sounds like Mary Lou Barebone and not like Aurelius C Dumbledore."
Says Quentin, imbuing the name with all the power and sorcery he knows how to. Spoken as incantation, the lights around them flicker portentously.
"...I don't think there's any such place as hell any more, either,"
Credence says, which is at least an implicit agreement with Quentin's other
remark.
"I think that's a really normal way to feel when you go through something that terrible."
He lets him know, quietly.
"I've felt that way before after periods of violence, huge upheavals. I think- maybe you shouldn't think about that as a situation that'll persist once you've healed some."
Credence looks at his wand and thinks - not for the first time, he's
faintly aware - that he can't do more damage at this point. And it's
difficult to repair something too hard, surely.
"...Alright."
He rises to his feet, the phoenix still deceptively light on his shoulder,
and draws his newly restored wand. It's different to the previous, polished
black wood, angular.
"Really, really good. So's the rust and the brown."
Big fan. He, for reference's sake, is slightly similarly fixed up. For Christmas he received a well-tailored wardrobe in winter colours, is dressed today in dove grey and navy, has had his blacks and oranges confiscated.
Horribly, his face heats up. The dream-boyfriends thing has not done much
to discourage his vague latent crush. He lifts his wand, tries to collect
himself, Rune helps with another bit of grooming.
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:29 pm (UTC)One of Quentin's philosophies in this life.
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:35 pm (UTC)Credence makes a noise that wants to be an incredulous laugh.
"I couldn't graduate someone."
He's not even convinced of that assuming the 'someone' is himself.
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:38 pm (UTC)He's so firm in this conviction that he's forgotten what he was doing with the blanket, in favour of staring into his eyes and trying to convey this to him.
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:45 pm (UTC)Credence looks very much like he doesn't agree with this but can't summon the energy to launch a serious argument.
"But you're - better than me. At everything."
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Date: 2019-02-01 05:02 pm (UTC)Says Quentin, imbuing the name with all the power and sorcery he knows how to. Spoken as incantation, the lights around them flicker portentously.
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Date: 2019-02-01 05:08 pm (UTC)Credence frowns at the name.
"No, she'd say you're worse than me and even more likely to go to Hell because you have one and a half boyfriends."
It's somehow both true and almost a joke, simultaneosly.
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Date: 2019-02-01 05:10 pm (UTC)He says, quietly, and goes back to the work on the blanket. His face gets a little red, but he does insist;
"Loving people never makes you evil."
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Date: 2019-02-01 05:13 pm (UTC)"...I don't think there's any such place as hell any more, either," Credence says, which is at least an implicit agreement with Quentin's other remark.
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Date: 2019-02-02 05:31 am (UTC)He says, with a snort.
"Four years, and I still don't have a coherent theological answer to all this."
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Date: 2019-02-02 07:40 am (UTC)"There isn't one," is Credence's more decided judgement.
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Date: 2019-02-02 08:53 am (UTC)He asks, rather than devil's advocating at him right away.
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Date: 2019-02-02 09:07 am (UTC)"...I don't know. Nothing. Everything. When I got away from Ma and went with the circus, everything just seemed...not to mean anything."
Another hint at his desperation that Grindelwald not be what Quentin is implying. He gave Credence a reason to be.
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Date: 2019-02-02 01:14 pm (UTC)He lets him know, quietly.
"I've felt that way before after periods of violence, huge upheavals. I think- maybe you shouldn't think about that as a situation that'll persist once you've healed some."
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Date: 2019-02-02 01:16 pm (UTC)Credence just shrugs, feeling helpless but to feel the way he feels.
"Maybe."
Rune swoops down, only mildly disturbing the cats, to land on Credence's shoulder and lightly nip his ear.
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Date: 2019-02-02 02:11 pm (UTC)Says Quentin, charmed by the bird, and sitting back, taking a break from what he's doing.
"Why don't you give a 'reparo' a whirl? Otherwise we're going to be here for a year."
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Date: 2019-02-02 02:15 pm (UTC)Credence looks at his wand and thinks - not for the first time, he's faintly aware - that he can't do more damage at this point. And it's difficult to repair something too hard, surely.
"...Alright."
He rises to his feet, the phoenix still deceptively light on his shoulder, and draws his newly restored wand. It's different to the previous, polished black wood, angular.
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Date: 2019-02-02 02:26 pm (UTC)Says Quentin, lifting his eyebrows up at him and getting to his feet, moving out of the casting trajectory, just in case.
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Date: 2019-02-02 02:30 pm (UTC)"I got it from...you know. And Ray asked for me to get it back."
So here they are. Now he recalls what it replaced, he finds he likes this one more.
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Date: 2019-02-02 03:34 pm (UTC)Credence bites the inside of his mouth.
"No. I mean, I don't think so. Is severe bad?"
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Date: 2019-02-02 04:04 pm (UTC)He says, with a shake of his head.
"Not at all- it's a good look on you, C."
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Date: 2019-02-02 04:08 pm (UTC)"What about the hair?" he asks, a little abruptly. "I just needed to look different, before it was..."
Awful.
"...distinctive."
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Date: 2019-02-02 04:10 pm (UTC)Big fan. He, for reference's sake, is slightly similarly fixed up. For Christmas he received a well-tailored wardrobe in winter colours, is dressed today in dove grey and navy, has had his blacks and oranges confiscated.
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Date: 2019-02-02 04:12 pm (UTC)"....thank you. You look good too."
Horribly, his face heats up. The dream-boyfriends thing has not done much to discourage his vague latent crush. He lifts his wand, tries to collect himself, Rune helps with another bit of grooming.
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Date: 2019-02-03 02:01 am (UTC)Leaning back against the wall.
"Try the reparo spell first though."
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