𝒴𝑒𝒶𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽

[the_keeper]

Who: Sabine
When: November
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Nocwich, Borrel
What: November Catch-All; open & closed
Warnings: None really.



𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝓉
𝒮𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓅 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

Comments

[the_keeper]

"Heathen." It's fast, fond, and full of mock offense. "That's Shakespeare."

She picks up a fork and starts into a small corner of her cake, with small, slow movements, disrupting the art as little as possible while cutting through the colors and shapes. "It's from a play called Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, and the line is actually 'To be or not to be, that is the question.' It's very famous back home."

A beat. "I'll bring you some Shakespeare books."

[blackeyedprince]

Kell chuckles. He pulls his plate closer to himself. Nobody said using magic is against the rules, he opts for that instead of fork. He's far from clumsy, but also when it comes to fragile confectionery he trusts his magic more than his innate grace... or rather the lack of it. Being born graceful is Rhy's domain, not his. So it looks as if the tiny sliver of delicate construction separates on its own from the rest. Only the melted edges give away that it was actually a very tightly compressed band of water. It is mostly sugar, isn't it?

"Pretty dramatic that prince of Denmark."

Kell manages not end frozen with a fork half way to his mouth. He eats his piece of cake and puts the fork down before replying. Still, his surprise is obvious.

"Thank you!"

He looks back at the river, its floating spectacle and smiles.

"We used to watch a lot of plays back home." He doesn't add that he found most of them boring and a waste of time. It feels like it happened ages ago, in a different life, to a completely different person. "I don't remember who said that, but I've heard they have a theater in Free Cities. I wonder if they have one here."

[the_keeper]

"You have no idea," is Sabine's easy quip to fade off on about Hamlet—the everyman of quintessential humanity and blithering inaction—before they're both eating cake. His choice to use magic earns a slight tilt at the edge of her mouth. Even here, even beyond the pale of a 'death' more real than not and less real than real—and Jack more fully aware of the what if not how much the how—it's still instinctual for her to simply do things as normally as she can.

Magic, and everything she is, was nothing like it in their once-world.
It'd taken years of Jack's life to stop tripping on her toes. Metaphorically.

She followed Kell's gaze out to the parade while the floats continued to pass, and she thought she might have heard something like that once or twice, too. Here and in Thorne. And Nocwich. She sucked cake off the tines of her fork slowly, not thinking too hard about why she could make that list but had never considered actively seeking one out before now.

"The most we ever had was the smallest of—" shitty "—theatre plays at the high school Jack went to, and even then, we didn't go to them. I've seen more on TV than in person, and even that is lacking a lot to be said."

[blackeyedprince]

Magic was abundant like air in Kell's world. Only he truly knew how unique Red London was in that regard. Regular people knew that other Londons existed, and that they were different, but that was the extent of their knowledge. Only Kell ever visited the other two. One hungry, one dull and drab, both empty.
It was considered ill omen to born without magic. A greatest punishment, worst than death, to be cut from it. Even if most people had only a little of it. Most were able to master their own drop enough to use it daily, almost casually.

For all his involuntary stay in Abraxas, Kell has not met a single person coming from world with an attitude to magic similar to his own. It seemed that most treat it as something special, something hidden or dangerous.

Even Sabine, who in Kell's eyes has nothing to hide, whose magic is of such unrivaled beauty he can't help but be drawn to it. Even for her, the first impulse is for the mundane. Kell himself uses his own less here, after his usual behavior gained him enough of sideways glances to make him think it's not coincidence. That he's making people uncomfortable.

It's difficult not to forget about the cake when talking about an interesting subject. That's his weakness, he's always more focused on conversation.

"Tell me about them. The ones you saw."

Though he would need to be dragged kicking and screaming into it, but Kell actually is a pretty good actor.