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It's three in the morning in the Swan household, and someone is crying quietly in the living room.
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This appears to be too complex a question for Elf-Bella. She blinks at him.
cardistry
"Nope. I'm a magical device. I'm just human-shaped right now. I can be other shapes too."
small_magics
"Oh." She closes her eyes, smiles a little ghost of a smile. "He's a demon. Also a dragon. You look like the demon part."
small_magics
The elf hesitates, then picks up her pen and - something happens, something comes over her, suddenly she is doing absolutely nothing but drawing on a clear page, a sleeping dragon, curled up peaceful, and then touching her fingers to each space on the drawing and bleeding gradients of color into it. While she does this she is absolutely and perfectly focused; she doesn't even flinch when someone at the bar drops a glass and it loudly shatters. The end result is not photorealistic, but it's beautiful. She turns it for Brilliance to see.
And then she falls out of whatever she did and she's back to being too lost to be frightened.
And then she falls out of whatever she did and she's back to being too lost to be frightened.
small_magics
"They - they can't help it," she murmurs. "They try, they try not to - they can't help it."
small_magics
"The Bond, that's how it works, they can't help it, I had to, I knew it would hurt me but we did what we had to do first, the world is safe," murmurs the elf.
small_magics
"And now we're still Bonded and it's till I die and they can't stop," the elf whispers, "except when they sleep, and the dragon can sleep a thousand years but the demon can't, and when he's awake and I'm awake and neither of us concentrates - then - he reads my mind - and I can't think anymore, it hurts to think."
small_magics
"He's asleep, now," she murmurs. "He might be able to sleep for a sennight. Sometimes he can. It used to help. It doesn't help as much anymore."