knife | Glowfic Constellation

dark_light

"High? What on? The spell is not supposed to do that."

prodigal_miser

"Maaaagic!" singsongs Adarin, swaying a bit and then correcting. "I keep thinking how incredibly inappropriate it is for me to be having giggle fits right now but then -" He giggles. "I do it anyway."

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Isabella snorts and then steps forward to hug him.

prodigal_miser

He picks her up, twirls her around, and snuggles her. Then he puts her down before he drops her, that is the thing that a responsible magic user does when high off of magic.

"Why does it even work like this, this is absurd!" he snickers.

dark_light

"I wasn't expecting it. Want me to ask the alethiometer?"

prodigal_miser

"Okay! I hope to Kystle that it wears off!" He bursts into helpless laughter. "How the hell do I walk like this? Why am I referencing a religion I don't even follow? Vern, Vern I need you to be the sane one, clearly I've lost my mind!"

"Path," says Vern, as the sane one of the duo. She's getting part of what Adarin's feeling, but - not quite the full effect. "He'll want to snuggle -" (giggle) "- me."

dark_light

Path has indeed shown up at this point.

Isabella fiddles with the alethiometer, meanwhile.

prodigal_miser

Adarin decides that the smart option is to not be standing, so he flops onto the ground and looks at clouds. Fluffy clouds.

"This is my life now," he muses. "With weird effects from being resurrected a second time after an older version of myself accidentally killed me. My wife has a robot army from another planet at her beck and call. Prime owes me full library access and ultimate power is at my fingertips. He's probably talking to literal gods right now." He giggles again. "I regret nothing."

Vern goes to snuggle her Path. That is a thing that they should be doing, right now.

dark_light

Path snuggles Vern, agreeing heartily with the sentiment.

"If you didn't want a life full of many planes' worth of wonders and opportunities," says Isabella, flopping snugfully on him, "then you should have said something long ago."

prodigal_miser

"Oh, oh no, I'm not complaining," he snorts, snuggling her back. "But I'm just - this is absurd!"

dark_light

"Are you only just noticing?"

prodigal_miser

"No, no, but it's just - everything is weird and my head's a mess and I seem to be high and this is just another thing to add to the weirdness of my life and it seems so strange and hilarious!"

dark_light

"Magic loss affect mind magic gain affect mind," Isabella reads off her thingamajig when the alethiometer has finished answering her question. "So you'll probably adjust to baseline again."

prodigal_miser

"Oh, good, I'd be utterly useless like this if it were permanent."

dark_light

"Not utterly. You're speaking in complete grammatical sentences and everything."

prodigal_miser

"Do I get an award?" he asks, wryly.

dark_light

"Do you want one? I could scare up an award if you wanted one."

prodigal_miser

"'Can speak grammatical sentences while under questionable effects after getting magic restored,'" he muses. "Hmmm. No, no, too many awkward questions, I'm not even a woman, they don't know I have magic."

dark_light

"Yes, you'd have to display it only in limited settings." Nuzzle.

prodigal_miser