After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
"Accio broomstick." And he firmly scoops up the tiny Timothy and takes off with him. The tiny Timothy makes a not-entirely-pleased noise into his robes but that's okay - zoom zoom -
He's checking up on the condition of everyone who needs to die-already-so-they-know-about-daevafying and -
" - what happened -"
"Amriac, who has never met a small child in her entire life and understands them only as a sort of fictitious creature, met tiny you, and it just happened to come up in conversation that, oh, Cam killed fifty-five million people, and he didn't know what a million was and 'a thousand thousand' didn't cut it so she made a heap of rice and he was trying to go through all of the rice one a time imagining backstories for everybody before Michael kidnapped him for a broomstick ride."
Sigh. He walks over to Cam and puts an arm around him. "By being in the bar when my tiny self walked in you stopped the whole war. Another Arda, and - none of it will ever happen."
"I know you weren't short of - things like that. But. Can't really accumulate too many.
If the Valar insist on talking to you about it, will you at least - explain all of the precautions you took and all of the alternatives you considered and - defend yourself -"
"I don't have a deathwish; I'm averse to defending myself when it's my mood on the line but to alts of the Valar while they're figuring out what to do with me, yes, sure."
"EIther way it's not going to be conclusive for Arda.We - are probably going to want to know that before we talk to any Valar."