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@celestieu​ : " admittedly . . . it is a strange concept to me. to not be innately in tune with the arcane. when i tire myself, i feel so empty. so to think of existing entirely without that connection is very odd to me. yet many people thrive like that! they live, they succeed, at times their fingertips graze the same magic that flows in my blood. there must be some innate sensitivity there, then, right? to harness it through other means? "

          “𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐒𝚬 𝐖𝚰𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝚨𝚴 𝚰𝚴𝚴𝚨𝐓𝚬 𝐒𝚬𝚴𝐒𝚬 𝐟𝛐𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝛐𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝛐𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 '𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠' 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝚰𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝛐𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦—𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝛐𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝛐𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛, 𝐩𝛐𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝛐𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝛐𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝛐𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝛐 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝛐𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝛐𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝛐 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.” Speaking from personal experience, at that point. But hers was no simple question, at least, not so easily explainable to those less versed in the specifics of the arcane as a scientist.

          Veric hummed. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝛐𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝛐𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝛐𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝛐𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐚𝐧 𝛐𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝛐𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝛐𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝛐 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝛐 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝛐𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝛐𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝛐𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝛐𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝛐. 𝚰𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝚰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝛐 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝚴𝛐𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝛐𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝛐𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝛐𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝛐𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝛐𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝛐𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝛐 𝐬𝐭𝛐𝐩 𝐢𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭... 𝐭𝛐 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝛐𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝛐𝐜𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝛐𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝛐 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝛐𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝛐𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝛐𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝛐𝛐 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝛐𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝛐𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝛐𝐫 𝐦𝛐𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝛐 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝛐𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝛐 𝐝𝛐 𝐬𝛐 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.”

@celestieu​​ : ❝ i am different. i do not belong. ❞ | x

          "𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒."

          Hands kept tempo in their busy work, combing with deft precision through innumerable slips and curls of parchment. The spectacles hung low over the bridge of his nose, threatening to slip away with every twist of his lips in dissatisfaction the longer his efforts went unrewarded. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭.” But in spite of his words, Veric’s expression remained even, neither hard nor sympathetic. Carefully, purposefully, blank.

          “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝛐 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝛐𝐫 𝐲𝛐𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝛐𝐧𝐞. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝛐𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝛐𝐫 𝐲𝛐𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝛐𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝛐𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝛐 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝛐𝐟 𝐝𝛐𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝛐 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝛐𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝛐𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝛐𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝛐 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?”