Isabella Amariah ⍋ "Amariah" (
dark_light) wrote2013-02-06 10:45 am
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we live until we are too bored or lonely
She flies home. He has to return the boat that he... borrowed... (Isabella is not clear if this was authorized of him, but as long as he's going to return it she doesn't care that much) and then he's going to return to Rockland from there.
Isabella continues her work on motion magic. Metis has been paying less attention to her even when she's around; Isabella's learned enough that the marginal value of working with a teacher is diminishing and the apprenticeship will probably be brought to a formal end soon enough. Then she'll have to find somewhere else to go, probably her dad's house or the clan enclave. The former will be easier to secretly practice her new branch of magic in. The latter will be easier to have sex with Kas in without unwanted interference. Maybe she should just find her own place, somehow. She's not sure how to find opportunities for it. Metis stumbled across her house by sheer accident. But she's got a few months to think it over. (And an alethiometer, for that matter. It can probably find a house that she can just move into, with Kas reading it.)
Isabella continues her work on motion magic. Metis has been paying less attention to her even when she's around; Isabella's learned enough that the marginal value of working with a teacher is diminishing and the apprenticeship will probably be brought to a formal end soon enough. Then she'll have to find somewhere else to go, probably her dad's house or the clan enclave. The former will be easier to secretly practice her new branch of magic in. The latter will be easier to have sex with Kas in without unwanted interference. Maybe she should just find her own place, somehow. She's not sure how to find opportunities for it. Metis stumbled across her house by sheer accident. But she's got a few months to think it over. (And an alethiometer, for that matter. It can probably find a house that she can just move into, with Kas reading it.)
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There's a scar there, barely healed, the exact mirror of the bayleaf tattoo on his other hip.
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"He really likes you," Petaal adds. "I mean, from what we've said about you. He thinks you're pretty great."
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"You could talk to him about it," Petaal adds. "I bet he'd tell you."
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"I think it's a few things," he says. "One of them's about the other me she's fucking, and I don't know much about that. But the asteroid—I really like people," he explains. "All of me do. I don't need to be close to them personally—I like it, I don't need it—but I love cities, I hate being out on my own in the middle of nowhere for too long. He's the same way. It would've killed him to be out there with nobody else around, if it weren't for Milliways. And he gets why she did it, and he's not mad, but it breaks his heart a little that she'd do that to him."
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"He didn't say," says Petaal.
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"You're my favourite," says Petaal, cuddling her knee.
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"I bet that'll be fun," says Kas. "As long as she doesn't decide to put me on an asteroid, anyway. I think I'm more like the me I met than the other one." He hugs Isabella's knee.
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"having to do things," says Petaal,
"or do them in a particular way,"
"just because somebody with power over us,"
"will fuck with us somehow if we don't."
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"And we don't wanna upset you," says Kas. "We don't ever, we love you."
"But it still just—" says Petaal, and shivers.
"There's good afraid and bad afraid," Kas murmurs, "and that's the bad one."
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Petaal nuzzles her leg. "Love you."
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Definitely snuggle time.
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