He nodded at her comment, more the same than either of them would admit… And Waver could easily focus on complaining about the nuisance that was the gatherings of mage society. “Lavish, insufferable flaunts of status and power where you get to be on edge all night while navigating conversations that could easily be traps to give someone the excuse to put a metaphorical knife in your back.” Or a real one later on, once they had enough reason to hire someone to do it for them. And the El-Melloi’s? They sat in a very precarious position at the moment, between several factions that wanted them to pick a side. It was another reason to avoid them when he could. “So this isn’t so bad. At least everyone seems to be enjoying themselves for the sake of that alone.”
As she continued to tease him, he felt his frown deepen. He did this to himself. This was his own fault. At the end of the day, Waver Velvet’s worse enemy would always be himself. “I have nothing to bloody well admit, dammit! It’s not like I’d waste my breath on a lie that wasn’t necessary.” Books to learn other things that should be learned by experience, though, he could not deny. At the moment, he wished he had a book on how to navigate conversations with Illyana that didn’t result in her getting a rise out of him.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first to think that.” He responded with a huff. Very few people were left that knew him when he was younger, aside from a few classmates like Melvin. Even fewer knew him before he enrolled at the Clock Tower when he was a teenager; those people were, more or less, gone. He was surprised when she actually shared more. It was… very unexpected. Then again, given the nature of the gift and some of the evening enchantments? Maybe it was a little easier. “Something for comfort in a new and unfamiliar place…” Between this and their last conversation, it sounded like her brother cared a lot. And the childhood memory shared displayed a side of Illyana that certainly hadn’t been seen before. “Sounds like they both care about you a lot.”
The question gets an awkward turn of his expression, because he knows his answer isn’t going to help his argument from before. “I did. Halcyn gave me a book.” Of course he got a book. Not one for learning like the earlier topic, but still a book nonetheless.
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As she continued to tease him, he felt his frown deepen. He did this to himself. This was his own fault. At the end of the day, Waver Velvet’s worse enemy would always be himself. “I have nothing to bloody well admit, dammit! It’s not like I’d waste my breath on a lie that wasn’t necessary.” Books to learn other things that should be learned by experience, though, he could not deny. At the moment, he wished he had a book on how to navigate conversations with Illyana that didn’t result in her getting a rise out of him.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first to think that.” He responded with a huff. Very few people were left that knew him when he was younger, aside from a few classmates like Melvin. Even fewer knew him before he enrolled at the Clock Tower when he was a teenager; those people were, more or less, gone. He was surprised when she actually shared more. It was… very unexpected. Then again, given the nature of the gift and some of the evening enchantments? Maybe it was a little easier. “Something for comfort in a new and unfamiliar place…” Between this and their last conversation, it sounded like her brother cared a lot. And the childhood memory shared displayed a side of Illyana that certainly hadn’t been seen before. “Sounds like they both care about you a lot.”
The question gets an awkward turn of his expression, because he knows his answer isn’t going to help his argument from before. “I did. Halcyn gave me a book.” Of course he got a book. Not one for learning like the earlier topic, but still a book nonetheless.