a necromancer and a priestess walk into a confessional

[fefellocaelum]

catch-all for the dipshittery for these two. god help them both.

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[necromants]

[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.]

[fefellocaelum]

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.]

[necromants]

[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.]