Ancestors, if these damn kids don't get out of his way--but they do, as bumbling and awkward as Kit is fast and desperate as he strides through the crowd, and it's only the hardness in Vandelin's eyes that stops him from reaching out to touch him.
"I don't negotiate with desire demons."
For a weighted moment he almost looks as though he's been struck; the flash of wounded hurt across his face, vivid in his eyes, is impossible to miss. But no, of course, Vandelin is a mage. How else could he possibly interpret Aifaran? Even Kit had taken some days to truly believe the staff at the Dreaming Bridge upon his arrival, though that somehow feels like a lifetime ago now. Still, he takes another cautious step forward with his hands spread out plaintively to either side.
(Desperation isn't a good look for anyone, but he's sure it's in his eyes anyway.)
"Try and dispel me, then," he suggests, even though he flinches a little at the thought. "Whatever test you want, lay it on me." I'm real, he wants to say, but keeps the words to himself for now. That's what a demon would say, after all.
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"I don't negotiate with desire demons."
For a weighted moment he almost looks as though he's been struck; the flash of wounded hurt across his face, vivid in his eyes, is impossible to miss. But no, of course, Vandelin is a mage. How else could he possibly interpret Aifaran? Even Kit had taken some days to truly believe the staff at the Dreaming Bridge upon his arrival, though that somehow feels like a lifetime ago now. Still, he takes another cautious step forward with his hands spread out plaintively to either side.
(Desperation isn't a good look for anyone, but he's sure it's in his eyes anyway.)
"Try and dispel me, then," he suggests, even though he flinches a little at the thought. "Whatever test you want, lay it on me." I'm real, he wants to say, but keeps the words to himself for now. That's what a demon would say, after all.