micael huffs out a quiet laugh, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip. ❛ if i didn't want to hear about it, i wouldn't have asked. ❜ his gaze flicks briefly to the phone in nikki's hand before settling back on him. ❛ besides, you've been staring at that thing all night like it'll suddenly grow a conscience and text you back. dios mío, it's almost painful to watch. ❜ the corner of his mouth tugs upward, more amused than judgmental. ❛ same old or not, it's clearly still bothering you. so go on, get it out of your system. ❜ in the meantime, he'll order more drinks, something was telling him that it was going to be a long night today.
// The tragedy of an essential stranger caring more than his own wife for his mood was so upsetting that Nikki could only laugh at the absurdity.
" I've got a kid, did I ever tell ya? She's not mine, but I love her to bits. It's her elementary school graduation coming up but she's not answering me if she's going to be at the function or not. " He quietly slips the phone back into his pocket, making a conscious effort to smoothen his eyebrows.
" I guess I'm no better. I'm out here drinkin' while she's asleep at home with her nanny. "
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this is a digest of alicia backstory here. his full bio in my doc!
Ditto (1) -
The clock ticks painfully slow, barely illuminated by the sleepy afternoon sun. Alicia feels the breeze occasionally sweep his pages from where the window was open, and he barely focuses on the class. The teacher was droning on about something he could teach himself at home anyway.
And finally, when the dismissal chime triggers the flurry of packing up, the hurried voice of the adult speeding through his thought to a waning audience, Alicia was already packing.
Yes, the only time of the day he looked forward to. He pushes to be first out the door, weaving his way to the career offices. His pulse flutters the closer he gets to his destination. He pauses, adjusts his poorly tucked shirt and knocks.
"Come in."
An approval that makes him smile. Her voice is warm in a way he never hears to others. The person who understood him the most, packaged in colour that suited her today. "Ciel. I'm glad you're here." She smiled. Ditto. "Come on." She says, motioning closer with the subtle flick of her hand. "I've got a lot to tell you today. You look tired, long day?" He steps inside without thinking and closes the door behind him the way she likes it.
Ditto. I missed you too.
"I kept thinking of your story from yesterday, I've been waiting to hear what happened next. I bought you coffee, the way you like it." He beams, she remembers everything he tells her. The way her eyes soften when he excitedly sits down makes his stomach fold.
"Stay longer this time yeah? I don't think I can take another cliff-hanger. I like it when you talk."
Ditto. Ditto. Ditto. He swallows and nods, his mouth pulling up into a shy, uncertain smile when she laughs.
"That's my good boy."
Ditto (2) -
In the distance, the almost military sounding calls of the baseball team as they jogged around the track filled the quiet spaces in this room, tucked away at the end of the corridor. It fit two people, a cozy office; enough when one sat close, every feature on their partner's face was visible, down to every eyelash.
"Miss... you asked me what I wanted to do after school is done... and I think I already know." Alicia had made it his project for the last fifteen to flip up the rim of the paper cup holding his coffee, leaving it an ugly, wrinkled mess.
Who could blame him, he was nervous!
"Do you?" She replies, amused, slightly leaning over the table. "I hope you'll finally fill out the career form then, let's just go over it now-"
"I want to live with you!" He blurts, unable to stand the idea of a sheet of paper capturing her attention. Her hand freezes in the air and he fears that he might have blown it.
"Did you tell anyone else about this idea?" She tilts her head. "It's a very big decision."
"No, no... I didn't tell anyone else." Alicia reassures her. She doesn't reply right away, instead she seemed to be studying him with a seriousness that makes his stomach dip.
Finally she sighs. "You put me in a difficult position Ciel, did you know that?"
His fingers curl around the ruined cup, he didn't mean to make her life difficult! Alicia quickly shakes his head.
"I know you didn't." She slowly smiles, softening up to him. "That's the problem, you don't always see how much weight your words carry."
Alicia lowers his gaze, already rehearsing an apology, but she leans close and her voice drops as if to protect him from any listening ear to his wrongdoing.
"I worry about you, you get attached easily... if someone misunderstood you, they might take advantage of that, you understand?" He nods, grateful that she's explaining to him so carefully.
“That’s why you came to me, ” she continues. “Because you trust me to look out for you when you can’t.”
Yes. That sounds right. That feels right. She smiles not bright, not amused but relieved, like something has settled into place.
“So we’re going to be very careful, okay?” He nods again, obedient, eager. “I’ll help you think through your future,” she says. “I’ll make sure you don’t make a mistake you can’t undo.”
Her hand comes to rest on the table between them, palm open. Not touching him.
Waiting.
“You don’t need anyone else for this,” she adds gently. “Too many voices would only confuse you.” He places his cup down without realizing it, freeing his hands. He doesn’t question why.
“That’s my responsibility,” she finishes. “And I take it seriously.” The certainty in her voice steadies him completely. The tight feeling in his chest eases, replaced by something warm and safe. She nods, satisfied, as if he’s given the correct answer.
“Good,” she says. “Then we’ll keep this just between us.” Outside, the chanting fades as the team finishes their laps.
The corridor empties. The school moves on without him. Alicia doesn’t notice. He only feels grateful that someone is willing to carry the heavy parts for him.
Ditto (3) -
The street lamps revealed soft flakes of snow as they gathered in piles along the street. Alicia held a bundle of flowers, bought with his precious part-timer money.
They were not cheap, as her favourites were out of season. She had been flaky recently, ever since his birthday, but he couldn't blame her. The winter holidays would end soon and it brought forth the busiest time of year for the career offices, as students like him entered into a new stage of life.
Although seeing her was a sincere desire on his part… there was that small hope she would invite him to stay in again. Like last time. It had been a little scary- rushed, even painful at one point. Alicia had asked her if it was the best time, but she’d seemed in a hurry…
Oh.
Was she shy? Was that why she didn't invite him again?
He did everything she asked. She seemed happy at the end of it. He fantasized about it after, he was a healthy teenager. Would she let him call her by her first name? Maybe even a pet name? Like he had seen couples do.
Alicia rang the bell and waited, but she didn't open the door like last time. "Ciel?" She spoke from the intercom.
"Miss- I... it's been a while! I just wanted to come see you tonight." Said just like he practiced.
"Ciel... you can't come to my place like this." His heart sank.
"O-Oh... I... I just... I haven't heard from you in a week. I just wanted to check you're okay."
"I'm alright." Short and curt. In a tone he had never heard before.
"Uhm... I brought you flowers, you like these... I thought maybe I did something wrong. If I did, I can fix it, you always said I listen well."
Silence. The snow starts piling on a little harder, he shifts his grip on the flowers, not realizing at first he was bruising the stems with the way he was holding them.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she says finally, measured, careful. The warmth he remembers is gone, filed down into something official. “This isn’t appropriate.”
The word appropriate lodges in his chest, sharp and unfamiliar.
"I'm eighteen now." He says quickly. "I thought , I mean... you said once that things will be easier once I'm older."
Another pause. It's much longer this time.
"That was a misunderstanding." She replies. "And that is why I think it's best we keep our distance."
"I didn't tell anyone!" He blurts out. "Like you asked- no one knows! I’m not trying to get you in trouble,” he rushes. “I swear. I just wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure you were still...”
Still what? There, for him? Waiting?
“I need you to listen to me very carefully,” she says, voice low and firm now. “This can’t happen again. You coming here. The gifts. The expectations.”
Expectations.
He hadn’t thought of them as expectations. Just hopes. Just things that felt natural after everything she’d shared, after how often she’d told him he was special, that he understood her better than most adults did.
“I think you should talk to someone your own age,” she continues. “Someone appropriate. I was only ever trying to help you.”
Only ever. The words rearrange everything all at once, like furniture shoved against the walls.
His stomach twists. He says, almost pleading. “You said I mattered. You said-”
“Alicia, I’m asking you to leave,” she interrupts. “Now.”
The intercom clicks softly, decisively. The street goes very quiet. Alicia stands there for a long moment, staring at the metal box like it might change its mind. Like she might come back on and soften, apologize, explain that she’s just overwhelmed.
She doesn’t.
Eventually, his fingers go numb. He lowers the flowers to the ground beside the gate, arranging them the way she likes, stems straight, colours balanced. Maybe she would come outside and see it... maybe she'll change her mind tomorrow.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, though no one is listening. He turns away before the cold can make his eyes water. Behind him, the lights in her apartment remain on.
Excitement in the air, as cleaning their eating table was left to him, he wiped the surfaces down, swept the floor of bread crumbs and burned the trash near the outlet. Another call from Ueda's kitchen knowledge, though it was a good cave - smoke really bothered his lover so it was easier to burn things outside their abode. The pit was almost full of ash too, but it wasn't stuff to be thrown out. No, Ueda used it sometimes for things so it was collected and stored in dry places. Alongside their endless supply of charcoal and coal.
After finishing his part of the chores, he watched over Ueda, listening to him speak of such a place was a delight. A venture from their den would be a nice outing. "I'll call upon you when I need it, but it may be sooner if the city is out destination. They must have many weavers that will aid in comfort of a nest making." Tails were swaying at the idea, foliage and clay muds were a good idea for his size, if it was just for him now… but for his partner? No, he had to make it extra comfortable. Yes, he'll make it extra special this time.
"Then shall we plan our holiday?" He was happy to provide the transport, he had a lot of gold and silver to spend with Ueda taking charge of things now. Their home could get an upgrade or… "Should we purchase a home near the lake? A … home from home?" He tilts his head in believing that was the saying sometimes used. "Then, we needn't rush our holiday since we'll have a nest there." Luit moved with ease to place down the rag and put aside the broom made from dried stems. Attention moved to glance over his work, proud of it too.
"We can sell some of my jewels… the pit is full again." The only woe of a Balaur, saliva that crystallises, there was only so much he could hoard from his own making. Magic towers would happily take them, but he didn't like going to them himself. They asked for too much when he drops things off and well, he wasn't doing it for money or fame or connections, they were just a dumping ground. "Ah - since it's a holiday; should we do the five-day journey?" Would it make the end-goal all the more rewarding?
That came out too suddenly for his liking. He quickly smiled and gave Luit's forearm a little pat, then changed to squeeze it instead. " I mean... I know you want to spend on me but... I don't know how I feel about a holiday home. I like this place, I really do. I don't go out often and even when I do, it's to collect items from the forest. In cities and such I have to venture out really, really far to get what I need you know? Plus the maintenance... and all... "
And a big house purchase like that... meant long time. Something that Ueda didn't need right now. It was a pity that this was all he could think about, and that he couldn't fully appreciate the thought that Luit was putting into making Ueda happy.
You either get married, break up. Or die.
Isn't that how parting goes? The less collateral the better. As he propped up the bowls to try on a sink built for him... those piles of books, the washing lines. Luit would be able to easily dismantle them. But a house? That was wasting money. Someone else could live in there not them.
" Let's make it a five day journey then. It'll be enough for me to collect the things I need for now. "
// In moments of weakness, Eunji only had the courage to contact her uncle to scrape her out of the hole she accidentally leaped into. A cigarette, a glass, a hit of something to quiet the shaking, but she knew the relief would only dismantle every thing her uncle did to help her.
It hadn't happened yet, she had fallen off the wagon once or twice in the beginning, but what if this time it's too much? What if this time... he leaves? There's no evidence, only her paranoia, but she did not dare bring it up. How many times could she text this lifeline before it's too much?
The doorbell urged her out of the blanket pile on the floor. It felt more comfortable to sleep on the floor than her bed when she's in this state.
" Uncle..." She sniffled, eyes lowered with shame. " Thanks for coming... "
He knew better than to stare. But Jake was just sort of right there. Stripping off his shirt. And of course shirtlessness wasn't an issue, but--
it was attractive. he couldn't lie.
"wow!" Stupid. Stupid. SHUT UP. He blushed as he was accepting the shirt, biting his lip hard to try and suppress whatever else wanted to slip past his lips. But it felt like it made them itch until he was blurting again. "--that was a tic, I promise--not that--wow, wow, wow!--not that you aren't handsome. You are! I--...am gonna stop talking." He simpered down as he removed his own shirt, replacing it with Jake's.
It was warm and it smelled good.
"You sure that you'll be warm enough? Thank you. I'll lay my shirt--wow!--out on the bench here so hopefully its dry when we come back from the walk."
// Used to his tics by now, usually it unphased him or Jake didn't bring attention to them, but the odd stare coupled with it suddenly made him all shy, he nearly covered up his top half with an arm.
Naturally he'll get it all the time that compliments about his physical appearance hardly got a genuine reaction out of him, from Otis though, even a remark so passing, was quite embarrassing. He quickly zipped up his hoodie and felt less heated.
" I'll be alright. I work out a lot so naturally I feel less cold. "
Ah... he thinks I'm handsome?
It's difficult to look him in the eye now...
" Have you walked this route before? I've done hikes but only in those big nature parks. "
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// It was rare for Nikki to have a partner to drink with, even rarer to have the same one two weeks in a row. The first time they met, it was a silent competition between two patrons who happened to order the same thing at the same time, only to spiral sharply into competition. While at first he was in no mood, the irritation exchanged back and forth melted into something resembling enemies cease firing for Christmas to celebrate together.
" Here for a rematch? " Nikki smiled, waving down for another glass for his friend.
"So mundane." Giuseppe sighed, allowing Elek to do as he wished before he stood upright once more. "I wish you'd have the courage to hit me in situations like this. It would make this more exciting, hm?"
He disliked events like this, after all. There was nothing fun about a charity ball. Just rich people discussing their nobility and 'kindness'--meanwhile, he was certain they were all fond of the tax break more than any sick children or orphaned puppies. He certain liked the tax break more...--but at the very least he was honest about it after the cameras left.
He took two appetizers from a passing waiter, offering one of the mini sausages to Elek, knowing full well there was a 90% chance that he would deny and Giuseppe could enjoy a second.
// " Hitting you wouldn't even be satisfying given your love for painful things. " A pause. " Although, you're awfully picky what type of pain that you like. Isn't this ball painful? And yet you're not enjoying it. A little ungrateful if you ask me. ''
The two were in different fields of work, but if there was one thing they had in common, was that they dealt with money. Elek didn't like these charity balls either... but an opportunity to hang out with his friend tickled him, even if he would not admit that out loud.
Well... he usually enjoyed it anyway.
" Oh good. You're leaving? I won't have to look at you. "
"You're frustrated with me. Would you like me to pretend I'm aware and let you slap me as you wish to, darling?" Elek had been wearing his frustration so prominently for the evening. Over what, he was uncertain, but there was a suspicion that it involved him based off the silent treatment.
Of course, Giuseppe was not overly concerned about frustration towards him; amused, more than anything, as it was Elek displaying it. Nevertheless, as asked, he was leaning down to the other, smaller man's level.
"And what is it that you needed from me at this height?"
// Oh, Giuseppe had been getting on his nerves tonight. He was already cross before this, but the promise to attend the event was something that required the aggrievance to be set aside temporarily. As tempting the offer was to slap him hard enough to cause him to fall unconscious, the public eye would never approve.
No, he will hold in his anger with silence and adjust Giuseppe's collar, like a good friend would. Once it was all done, he smoothed out the rest of his shoulders and turned his attention back to the emcee on stage.
"...did you just decide to not listen to me?" Louis exasperatedly laughed, not quite serious. He was following CZ's standing, albeit with a fatigued groan. His leg was begging him to take his prosthesis off at this point. Standing in it, sitting in it, all of a majority of the day was starting to kill him.
Nevertheless, he was shooing him.
"Get away from that kitchen." He commanded CZ, flicking his wrist to tell him 'begone'. "Go pick out some clothes and I'll get the water running for your shower. Shoo."
"I love you too, so let me return the favor of taking care of you, dork."
// "Mmhm. " Cheng Zhi makes a feigned move to the bathroom, only to suddenly turn and capture Louis in his arms. He tenses against the squirming before laying him back onto the couch. Like clockwork, he eases off Louis' leg and pulls his legs onto his lap to better access his hip.
" Just let me. " He smiled, kneading Louis' poor hip. " I can shower later. "
Louis' attention was grabbed with that comment. The warmth of CZ's hand reaching for his another grounder as he felt his mind continuing to trickle out other thoughts and opinions on himself. He probably seemed like a neurotic mess...--he was a neurotic mess. There was a deep breath. His chest felt a little less heavy, at least, being aware of CZ's presence.
He needed to get over himself, for the time being. At the very least, for the sake of CZ, who had been plenty patient with him.
"I love you too. Sorry. I'm getting ahold of myself now." Louis said with his exhale. His hand accepted CZ's gently, squeezing slightly to try and signal that he was alright. His free hand worked to massage his neck, trying to will some tension outta it. He was realizing how exhausted he was, how sore he was. Maybe a nice shot of whiskey and a couple Xanax to relax him so he wasn't so on edge would be nice...
"--why don't you get a shower? I'll start the water so its warm for you." Louis offered. "Do you wanna spend the night? I...think I'd like to have you here. If that's okay with you."
// Louis loved him too. It made his cheeks tickle warm. " You don't have to be yourself right away. I will be here until you do. " Cheng Zhi stood, pecking Louis' cheek as he squeezed his hand.
" Then in the meantime, I'll fix up something for the both of us to eat. You hardly eaten all day. " These days, Cheng Zhi returned to his apartment less and less, enough that he had a couple shirts stored up in Louis'.
Not that he minded, it cut his commute to basically zero... plus he got to sleep next to Louis.
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"--gah!" Otis' hands were rushing to try and place the cap back on the bottle. But the thin neck was making that frothy concoction rocket outta the container, right onto his nice sweater!
though...he'd admit that Jake's laugh was cute. It eased his embarrassment, eventually making him break into a soft stream of laughter himself. The cap was clumsily secured, Otis peering at the other. He didn't think he ever heard him sound so happy.
"I think--wow, wow, wow! wow! wow!--" he giggled to break his thoughts as he tried to calm himself down. He was holding his shirt out so the cold liquid wouldn't feel so chilly on his skin. A couple jerks of his jaw as he continued to laugh. "--I think, wow, I think you did that on purpose!" Otis teased him. "It's okay, no harm done. But, um--can you maybe grab me a spare shirt from my trunk?"
Thankfully he's prepared a few pouches of sanitized wipes for Otis to use so he wouldn't be too sticky for the rest of this outing. A quick rummage through the car and he wouldn't find the shirt in question. Jake looked back at Otis and frowned.
He debated for a short moment, then slipped off his own shirt. " If you don't mind, just wear mine. I've got a jacket I can just zip up. I didn't sweat at all so it's clean. "
It wasn't of his interest, though talented in it from innate blood, his passion lay elsewhere. Travelling and soaring the skies, learning the ways of the land and taking notes of the changes. The world was never still, no country or line of river remained the same after so many years. Subtle changes fascinated this beast from the clouds, then and flying was the very essence of a beast with wings. Ueda being his current obsession though but that need aside, he didn't miss it as much - like before, it took years for the changes to happen and Luit had many of them left to live. He didn't mind the wait with a beauty of a mate at his side.
As he consumed the sliced meats, dried and warmed through that morning, he chewed with delight. Salted just right with the rich soup that followed it down. Though bovine was great on its own, raw and with little need for cooking, he was pleased by the salted beef Ueda shown him how to do correctly. For meals like this, it was a delight.
Gaze returns to his love as he listens to their plight, he could understand it a little bit. Being told answers they sought for themselves was a bother, but was it worth the headache of being lost in ones own head? Luit wanted to protest, to make Ueda's needs to be met, he wasn't the solution to be so, but if Ueda wasn't onboard, Luit wouldn't force it to satisfy himself. So, he nodded, lowering his gaze to their meal and being delighted at most of it being eaten. His mate was hungry, just distracted with his works.
"Then I won't look for one… Brother is well. He remains in the territory of another Witch at current. Nesting season is upon us soon, so I think he'll remain until he's ready to move on again. Though he hasn't given me a sign for that, I believe he may stay in that place for a while." It wasn't like they needed letters or conversation in person, a little blip in the consciousness, Vuir's magic always found him and Luit's in return. One of the many strengths of their bloodline and his brother's power. That being said though, Luit did wonder, even if it's a book… would it be of help?
"Should we go to the library of human knowledge then? For your research and tomes? Maybe more information can help your project?" Luit, didn't mind the distraction, but it wasn't strong enough, Ueda! Back onto his mate's woes!
// Full up and satisfied, Ueda pat his belly and sighed with content. He allowed himself a moment to process the fullness before standing to wash up the bowls, collecting anything empty along the way. If there was one thing he was proud of in this den, was the fact he managed a little running water system on demand. His repertoire didn't consist of many flashy powerful spells, rather practical low energy magic like this one.
" Your brother is with a Witch right now? Good for him. "
" Hmm... even you guys have a nesting season huh? I've read about those. Whatever you need for it, you gotta let me help you out. " Whenever bears had their nesting seasons, they ate nearly 90 pounds of food a day. Given the size of Luit, that could easily be ten more times. And birds! During their nesting seasons, they needed plenty of bedding... surely there is a spell out there to help dry out vegetation so Luit could use it quicker.
He was lost in thought again, then Luit pulled him back to the present. "Oh, there is a central library in the big cities. There's one that's about a five days journey on horseback, but I'm sure with you, we'll get there in a couple of hours. "
Surely they could also...
" We can make it a holiday! They've got a large river that empties out into a lake, and many inns set up shop along it. A-And it's really pretty at night too! "
// " Good evening- or should I say good night. " Camillo smiled, setting aside the little logbook he had been tinkering away at for the past half hour. His last client for the day, and one of the rare ones that preferred late nights.
" You're leaning a little too much on your right, did you strain your left hip a little too much tonight? "
"I know." He finally answered after a long, stubborn silence caused by Louis' search for both composure and answers. He found the more he thought about it though, the less he felt in control of his emotions. And it was so dumb too, wasn't it? To be frustrated about not being hated? He was always so stupid.
And still, CZ sat with him. He provided simple words, but comforted Louis in the fact that he didn't try to assure him he's a good person. He felt like he'd really shatter if that was thrown at him in an attempt to placate. There was a quiet moment as Louis rubbed at his face, trying to will away the tightness that came from strained features, eventually rubbing his throat as it remained taut like he was going to cry. Finally, a breath came.
"...she's gone either way. Oliver is still checking with police and we'll make the announcement to the other workers, but...its done." Louis took a breath that assured that it wasn't out of his mind, was much as he tried to pretend he dismissed it.
"I offered to give her--" Hah. He was already dwelling on it again. He laughed. Fuck. He laughed again.
"--its late as hell and your shift ended forever ago. What are you still doing here? Aren't you tired?"
// Cheng Zhi watched him struggle with himself for a little while longer. The real urge to reach out and pull him out quicker came to him a couple of times, but he forced his instinct away. Not until he was ready for it... otherwise it would cause more harm.
Just as Louis seemed to open up, he clammed up again, and Cheng Zhi's brows furrowed a tinge.
" I'm tired yes. But I love you more. " He responded with a smile, his patient hand inching over like a worm to hold Louis' loosely.
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// As far as anyone was concerned, Jake only appeared to smile when he was on TV. Interviews and public appearances didn't do much to inflate the market for big toothy grins either, as fans could count the number of those on their fingertips. There was speculation that the muscles in his cheeks were paralyzed, or his face was CGI'd in post.
True, Jake hardly smiled wide, or belly-laughed, but when he did, there was never a formula or special trick. It could be something as random and unfunny as...
" Sorry- sorry... are you alright? I can't believe it exploded all over you like that. Maybe it shook around too much in the car. "
The strangeness of Ueda's life was everything that made this Wyvern love him more. So easy to move around yet always so impulsive in actions when reality was returned to them from outside written texts and tomes to flip back and forth within. Arms seal around their mate with ease, welcoming the warmth and providing more of it, rubbing clawed hands through hair once more, before they took to the table together. Sat back down, the pot boiling still upon stove top at the centre, the elder of two served their beloved with ease.
Eager to feed them, to provide and see them eat a well caught and made meal together… Tails sway, eyes squint in pleasure as he watches and listens, ears twitching ever so slight when he took a bite of something crunchy. His own mouth working through a roll of cabbage and potato, whilst his love rotated to the cheese and breads. The compliment made Luit's day, that's for sure.
"I'll buy it again next time we shop… " He started, moving to stir his bowl to mop up with bread himself. "If it's becoming harder, shall we seek out another mind to aid you?" Luit, though old and with knowledge, wasn't a mage nor wizard nor alchemist in any format. He knew basic and was only graced strong spells from his bloodline and again, age. Speaking of, "If you mind it not, I can ask of my brother to aid you? He enjoys mage craft dearly, libraries filled with tomes of all intellect about spells and theories." Though it sounded wonderful, he was a hater of all things human because of how war-torn and pathetic they are - but maybe, he'll have a change of heart if it's from his brother?
"Though he has a vile temper, I'm saw he could help with something if asked the right questions?" Head tilts, curious to his suggestion, he wouldn't take slight for a dismissive either, he understands it's not just about the knowledge but the connection with people to learn the best and well. "Academies are popular still, no? Should we visit one of those too for a tutor?"
// Ueda smiled as he watched Luit stir his bowl, feeling guilt for making him wait so long. He didn't even finish his food. Perhaps if Ueda quickens the rate he eats, Luit wouldn't be inclined to wait any longer. At the notion of a tutor, Ueda tried to seem indifferent to it. A mind new... that would definitely help, but they would immediately catch on.
Perhaps it was good that Luit was not well-versed in magic.
" No, no... I've got a bit of a complex you know? If someone else tells me the answer, it feels like I haven't done anything at all. " He chewed thoughtfully on his bread, taking in the subtle sourness of the dough, the crunch and smoky aroma from being toasted near a fire.
" And I like your brother. I haven't really gotten a chance to bond with him which is a shame but... how is he? "
A redirect, Ueda hoped that Luit would not catch it. It wasn't to say that Ueda wasn't a little bit interested, after all, more information about Luit and his family was welcomed. Ueda loved him, as simple as that.
