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Eliot Waugh ([personal profile] eliot_thespectacular) wrote2024-01-15 08:30 pm

Willy

Though it had certainly made things interesting for a bit, Eliot was glad that things on the ship were back to normal. He'd also noticed some newcomers around - the white haired elf, his equally hot friend. And... was that another one? He moved a little closer, hoping to get a better look at him.
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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-05 04:44 am (UTC)(link)

"Mmmm, not for nothing. I have walked among men for many years. You will have a safer and richer future if they believe you to be a wizard. Fae are...less respected," he said plainly. "A small deception, but one that will only benefit you and harm no one."

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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)

"This?" he asked, then turned his eyes upward to enjoy the show his own son had asked him for...as he'd once asked his own mother.

Something cold in his chest began to thaw and Willy realized Jorma had been right.

How did the old one always know?

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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-06 02:00 am (UTC)(link)

"Does that not simply feel better?" Willy asked.

"It is part of you. And you are part of the world. And the world will bend to your will, when you have will to bend it. You will be as powerful as you choose to be. Now that you know," he explained warmly.

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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)

Willy's laugh bubbled up warmly as he settled into his pillow, curling an arm behind his head.

"Go wild, be free," he encouraged.

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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-06 02:38 am (UTC)(link)

"A ship is for transport, is it not? I am being transported away from where I was to someplace new. And, hopefully, better," he said.

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[personal profile] willysilver 2024-02-06 03:48 am (UTC)(link)

"I was invited," he answered simply.

Had he duped Kersen into it? Of course. No one had been harmed.

"And, perhaps, fated."