sranks | a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

[What Amaya describes is indeed something he would hate. Zvei doesn't hate much, but anyone or anything getting in the way of his freedom always irritates him. He's been blessed to have such freedom within his line of work, after all. Someone controlling him like a puppet on a string sounds truly awful.]

You don't need to apologize. But perhaps it would help for me to word it like this: you do provide value to me, something that most other people don't, and that's why I offer you so much in turn. You're a fascinating woman, miss Amaya. I have always liked the unknown and unexplained, and it feels as though there's always more to learn about you. No matter how much I uncover, there's always greater mysteries to see and solve - you are truly one of a kind.

Though framing it as though you're something of a curiosity feels a bit silly, doesn't it?

[It's certainly true, but that also diminishes how much she means to him. If she were only a curiosity, he wouldn't go so far out of his way for her. But she likely knows that already, doesn't she?]

...If it is, then it is nothing I mind, I assure you.

[...Just ignore that her face is in fact heating up a little, though thankfully he can't likely see that. Maybe feel it, but hm. Her face is definitely getting warm.]

I would have thought that you would have grown incredibly bored of me by now, if anything. Curiosity...you have always stated that it has been your driving force, and I would have thought that my morose nature would have driven someone as cheerful as you far away.

I...rather like that you can find new things about me. [...Can she pull him in to be a little closer, she wants to--] And I...think I truly do like what you offer to me, too.

A friendship that does not feel so...performative, forced.

[Thankfully for Amaya, he can't see it so she's safe! For now!!]

Isn't that half the fun, though? You're so drastically different from anything I've known and experienced - that's always going to be fascinating, no matter how "morose" you might be. If anything, I find it charming~

[Amaya is cute and he likes her, so!! Anyway, he allows that, settling against her easily and moving to wind his arms around her to keep her there.]

I'm pleased I can offer you that. It's... nice. Better than "nice", even.

[But finding any sort of emotional way to describe it is hard, so that'll have to do for now.]

I would think it draining, more than anything. But I...do not mind that. There are very few who would want to be around me without changing who I am, fundamentally as a person.

[...]

I...think that it is nice for me, too. The thought produces an emptiness in me that is vast, and overwhelming--I wonder what I would be feeling, if I did not have this curse upon my heart? Elation? Joy, perhaps?

I know not, at least with certainty. But I would not want to share this feeling with anyone else.

[She squeezes his hand, gentler this time. Her free hand seems to gently, if shakily climb up, and though it pauses as always...

Well. She's going to return that hairplaying, just a bit, with some of her own.]

[Zvei waits patiently for her to decide what it is she wants to do, and when her hand finds its way into his hair, he leans into it with a soft hum.]

I'm pleased that I can provide such a feeling to you, even if it isn't something that you can derive any sort of joy from. Emptiness is better than the usual, I'd assume.

[Where a positive feeling would go, were she capable of feeling it. What is it like, he wonders. At least he can feel such positive things, even if they never last for very long.]

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