[ He smiles from where he is, as certain tone of egotistical smugness enters his thoughts. ]
(No, not quite a spell, but still magic. The rawest, most powerful form of magic in all the cosmos - music.)
[ As if waiting on a cue, the symphony that's always playing within him swells. He wants to know what level of elation he could make her feel with music - his music - and how that would effect those around her through her power. But again, it's a selfish thing to want. At least he's aware. Being with her the one time it happened is enough to temper his own bad idea. ]
(I'm merely curious. The consequences aren't worth my toying with this ability of yours. Your power is intriguing to me, but then I remember the way you were... I'd rather never witness you that way again. )
[ And being the one most familiar with her emotionless state, he's doubly hurt when the conversation shifts. ]
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(No, not quite a spell, but still magic. The rawest, most powerful form of magic in all the cosmos - music.)
[ As if waiting on a cue, the symphony that's always playing within him swells. He wants to know what level of elation he could make her feel with music - his music - and how that would effect those around her through her power. But again, it's a selfish thing to want. At least he's aware. Being with her the one time it happened is enough to temper his own bad idea. ]
(I'm merely curious. The consequences aren't worth my toying with this ability of yours. Your power is intriguing to me, but then I remember the way you were... I'd rather never witness you that way again. )
[ And being the one most familiar with her emotionless state, he's doubly hurt when the conversation shifts. ]