There are worse ways to handle your problems. I've seen most of them.
[Sleeping with a lot of people is far less destructive than starting wars, taking out one's issues on one's fellow citizens, or trying to stubbornly control everyone and everything around oneself. Linhardt's eyebrows furrow together again in confusion: He can understand Eliot's words but what the other man is saying sounds like a foreign language. This must be how Petra feels most of the time.]
It doesn't do to be too predictable.
[Linhardt doesn't know why he's supposed to think Eliot would be calling people 'Daddy' or why people would call Eliot 'Daddy' instead, but he does enjoy subverting social expectations. He tenses and reaches a half hearted hand out when Eliot takes another one of the books - this one is about Abraxan geography and geology. Lots of information about rocks. Linhardt pulls his hand back - it's a library book, the other man is allowed to look at it.
Besides, there are questions. Linhardt's blue eyes light up when Eliot talks about his experience with his magic. His hands move in enthusiasm as he speaks, now fully awake and engaged with what is in front of him.]
Do you have an inborn gift for telekinesis? I have an inborn gift for healing, which seems to pass on more reliably than most other Crests. My magic has always been a part of me as well, though I didn't learn to control any of it until I was about six.
[Magic coming from pain. That is an uncomfortable thought, both because it might be true and because it suggests that it isn't possible to do magic without hurting anyone. That can't be right. Linhardt frowns and looks down at his hands.]
You might be right. Maybe that is why Fodlan is such a dysfunctional place. Is your world the same?
[Linhardt sighs, a sound that seems like it comes from someone much older.]
no subject
[Sleeping with a lot of people is far less destructive than starting wars, taking out one's issues on one's fellow citizens, or trying to stubbornly control everyone and everything around oneself. Linhardt's eyebrows furrow together again in confusion: He can understand Eliot's words but what the other man is saying sounds like a foreign language. This must be how Petra feels most of the time.]
It doesn't do to be too predictable.
[Linhardt doesn't know why he's supposed to think Eliot would be calling people 'Daddy' or why people would call Eliot 'Daddy' instead, but he does enjoy subverting social expectations. He tenses and reaches a half hearted hand out when Eliot takes another one of the books - this one is about Abraxan geography and geology. Lots of information about rocks. Linhardt pulls his hand back - it's a library book, the other man is allowed to look at it.
Besides, there are questions. Linhardt's blue eyes light up when Eliot talks about his experience with his magic. His hands move in enthusiasm as he speaks, now fully awake and engaged with what is in front of him.]
Do you have an inborn gift for telekinesis? I have an inborn gift for healing, which seems to pass on more reliably than most other Crests. My magic has always been a part of me as well, though I didn't learn to control any of it until I was about six.
[Magic coming from pain. That is an uncomfortable thought, both because it might be true and because it suggests that it isn't possible to do magic without hurting anyone. That can't be right. Linhardt frowns and looks down at his hands.]
You might be right. Maybe that is why Fodlan is such a dysfunctional place. Is your world the same?
[Linhardt sighs, a sound that seems like it comes from someone much older.]
I don't like to hurt people.