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Akibel Mowar is on his way home from the blacksmith's when he spots it. People are shrieking and fleeing from it, which seems reasonable, as it's a fuckoff huge snake with a mirror for a face. A big mirror.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
secondchance
There's a lot you can do with the ability to erase memories; run a conversation a dozen times until it goes the way you want, get people cooperative by making them forget their reasons for hating you - can't generally get people to make oaths by torturing them, often can by torturing their loved ones...
secondchance
...turn said loved ones against one by having somebody forget they exist and act in ways they do verifiably mean to but only without the restraining influences, drop people who think they're mid-crisis-situation on things that were not crises a moment ago, make them forget oaths they made and thread the needle between crippling them and steering them into risks they wouldn't take otherwise, solve PR disasters where they remain applicable with the wave of a hand...
Would Kib like to be carried off? Because he's not in a particularly kissing mood but he would be happy to carry Kib off.
Findekáno joins them a little while later. My father knows, Maitimo says. Not about you.
Oh. And -
And he doesn't mind. In the same way he doesn't mind that I'm destined to be a murderer, in both cases he just assumes that I have reasons to do apparently evil and baffling things, but still.
Oh. And -
And he doesn't mind. In the same way he doesn't mind that I'm destined to be a murderer, in both cases he just assumes that I have reasons to do apparently evil and baffling things, but still.
secondchance
I'm not very good at pretending not to care about stuff, apparently. Might want to be circumspect about warming up to me in public.
I really hope that now that my father's agreed not to light Telvo on fire they'll reconcile, Maitimo says, he needs her.
adebarsteine
She has finally told Aydanci what her secret project is - she feels a little silly having held it back this long, it's Aydanci - and he's predictably delighted, looking at her like she's the inventor of all that's good in the entire world, and they're talking about coordinating their work, smuggling storks with his medics, him providing her alibis as she provides him a second voice when he petitions everyone who needs to cooperate with a large-scale public health plan, and they're going to combine workshops and maybe they should just live together and it'd be convenient if -
"It sounds like you want us to get married," she remarks.
He blushes - he's so fucking cute - and stammers and: "I - that - is. ... Correct, actually. Um. Will you marry me?"
She can't resist a little speculative, "Hmmm -" And he's so nervous he's so adorably nervous, and she kisses him and says, "Yes."
And with that he beams, lifts her off her feet, spins her around, and oh the way he looks at her she never gets tired of the light in his eyes when he looks at her -
"Don't go, don't go -" He can't touch her, even if he places his hand on her head it'll bend her at the neck, touches her thigh it'll stretch the skin at her knee that last little intolerable bit, he hovers and almost smooths her hair, almost strokes her arm, but he can't hold her - "- I love you, you're too valuable, I love you, you're so strong and brilliant and please don't leave me I don't want to live without you please I'm sorry just stay with me I'll figure out a way to fix it, I just, I need more time, please don't go -" She's going faint, if she draws breath again she'll just expire of the pain outright, this is better, just - not - breathing. Oh her poor Aydanci careful even now not to cry on her. Oh she's so sorry - "I don't, I don't know what to say to make you keep fighting, I'm sorry, I'm selfish," oh honey, "you're irreplaceable if you won't live for yourself please live for me, live for the people you're brilliant enough to save, live for, for, I."
But she's not getting better.
"Honey," she breathes with a bit of air she didn't know she had, and she doesn't have to listen to him weeping any more -
They're on a beach, with a few friends, barefoot in the sand, laughing, and she loves him so much she's going to burst, and they kiss so long one of her co-prentices starts whooping -
- they have a tasteful, autumn wedding.
"It sounds like you want us to get married," she remarks.
He blushes - he's so fucking cute - and stammers and: "I - that - is. ... Correct, actually. Um. Will you marry me?"
She can't resist a little speculative, "Hmmm -" And he's so nervous he's so adorably nervous, and she kisses him and says, "Yes."
And with that he beams, lifts her off her feet, spins her around, and oh the way he looks at her she never gets tired of the light in his eyes when he looks at her -
"Don't go, don't go -" He can't touch her, even if he places his hand on her head it'll bend her at the neck, touches her thigh it'll stretch the skin at her knee that last little intolerable bit, he hovers and almost smooths her hair, almost strokes her arm, but he can't hold her - "- I love you, you're too valuable, I love you, you're so strong and brilliant and please don't leave me I don't want to live without you please I'm sorry just stay with me I'll figure out a way to fix it, I just, I need more time, please don't go -" She's going faint, if she draws breath again she'll just expire of the pain outright, this is better, just - not - breathing. Oh her poor Aydanci careful even now not to cry on her. Oh she's so sorry - "I don't, I don't know what to say to make you keep fighting, I'm sorry, I'm selfish," oh honey, "you're irreplaceable if you won't live for yourself please live for me, live for the people you're brilliant enough to save, live for, for, I."
But she's not getting better.
"Honey," she breathes with a bit of air she didn't know she had, and she doesn't have to listen to him weeping any more -
They're on a beach, with a few friends, barefoot in the sand, laughing, and she loves him so much she's going to burst, and they kiss so long one of her co-prentices starts whooping -
- they have a tasteful, autumn wedding.
Oh, they both say,
So there's someone you can go find, Maitimo says, someone who'll have her notebooks.
So there's someone you can go find, Maitimo says, someone who'll have her notebooks.