[ After the beach events, Nala heads to the sitting room, looking a little out of sorts. She had felt it then, a gnawing hunger that all the snowcones couldn't contain. But now it was worse.
[Seymour has been spending as much of this week trying to escape those horrid dreams as possible, which has translated into a lot of staying indoors. And since the sitting room has the best selection of books on magic, he has largely taken up residence there for the time being (it's a better choice than the chapel; he still has trouble going back there now).
From the expression on his face when he looks up, however, it's clear he wasn't expecting company either, though he's quick to incline his head in a slight bow.]
My apologies-- I am happy to leave if you wish to be by yourself.
No, stay, I'm just...easily surprised because I'm so famished right now.
[ she has many snacks in her bag, filled to the brim. She takes a look at the magic books he has, trying to ascertain with a glance what he was looking for in particular]
[From the looks of it, he's been looking at books that seem to be able the art of sealing (or unsealing) magic-- not a particular surprise for a mage to be looking at, given the way this place has limited everyone's powers.]
Famished?
[By now he's picked up on the fact that she needs something other than normal food for sustenance, but exactly what that is he's not quite sure.]
[Seymour is quiet for a moment, considering. He knows of fiends that drain one's abilities or magic power or life force, so if this is something similar...
... well, at this point, what does he have to lose?]
And what might that "more" be? Something you cannot simply take for yourself without consequences, I assume.
Energy. The breath of life. Love. I could take without permission, but I can't. Not here. [Nala shakes her head] I wont do it without permission anymore. I hated...being forced.
[Memory of a man's hand turning into a husk in her hands as she fed without stopping, all because she had been told.
Feed on his love, Kimberly
But she also knows what happens when she goes too long too. Morals no longer seem as necessary]
[So as he expected, then. Energy he can offer; he knows his reserves of magic run far deeper than almost anyone's. Life... perhaps not in his world, but this is not Spira, and he is alive enough here. But love...]
... if that is what you require, then you have my permission to take what you need from me. Though I am not certain I will be able to provide you with love...
[That's one thing he's fairly sure he isn't even able to feel, not since that day in the Zanarkand ruins so long ago.]
[That gives Nala pause. An easy offer to feed? Her tail swishes and she looks anxious, but she sits close, and offers her hand]
If...if you're certain. [Once their hands touch, her tail will come around and brush against his heart] Thank you. [Relief takes over any other rational thought, knowing that she wouldn't go very hungry.
But the latter statement. Hmmm. 'I am not certain I will be able to provide you with love'.]
[He extends his hand to her (the only person still here that he doesn't feel a need to keep his claws hidden around, the only person he'll allow to touch his hands), allowing her to grasp it if she wishes. This is fine, this is tolerable. The tail brushing against the bare skin of his chest, though... that causes him to freeze for a moment, if only because it brings back memories of a night just a little over a week ago and--
His next breath is a little bit more wavery than it should be.]
I am quite certain. You have a need, and I am able to fulfill it. I could hardly call myself a maester if I were to turn you down.
[Nala nods, taking note of his expression, the way he seems to freeze up as she presses her lips to his hand. A gentle kiss, one of gratitude. Then, she begins to take]
You know, you are the second man in this forsaken world to tell me that you are not capable of love. I hardly believe that to be true.
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Date: 2025-11-27 07:36 pm (UTC)She had been hoping to be alone for awhile, but]
Oh. I wasn't expecting to find anyone here.
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Date: 2025-11-28 08:09 am (UTC)From the expression on his face when he looks up, however, it's clear he wasn't expecting company either, though he's quick to incline his head in a slight bow.]
My apologies-- I am happy to leave if you wish to be by yourself.
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Date: 2025-11-28 08:33 am (UTC)[ she has many snacks in her bag, filled to the brim. She takes a look at the magic books he has, trying to ascertain with a glance what he was looking for in particular]
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Date: 2025-11-29 03:25 am (UTC)Famished?
[By now he's picked up on the fact that she needs something other than normal food for sustenance, but exactly what that is he's not quite sure.]
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Date: 2025-11-29 05:49 am (UTC)[She looks over at the books, particularly the sealing ones too. Ah, she needs those, even if she can't make much sense of it]
As a succubus I've always needed more.
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:01 am (UTC)... well, at this point, what does he have to lose?]
And what might that "more" be? Something you cannot simply take for yourself without consequences, I assume.
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:08 am (UTC)[Memory of a man's hand turning into a husk in her hands as she fed without stopping, all because she had been told.
Feed on his love, Kimberly
But she also knows what happens when she goes too long too. Morals no longer seem as necessary]
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:23 am (UTC)... if that is what you require, then you have my permission to take what you need from me. Though I am not certain I will be able to provide you with love...
[That's one thing he's fairly sure he isn't even able to feel, not since that day in the Zanarkand ruins so long ago.]
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Date: 2025-11-29 06:27 am (UTC)If...if you're certain. [Once their hands touch, her tail will come around and brush against his heart] Thank you. [Relief takes over any other rational thought, knowing that she wouldn't go very hungry.
But the latter statement. Hmmm. 'I am not certain I will be able to provide you with love'.]
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Date: 2025-11-29 07:00 am (UTC)His next breath is a little bit more wavery than it should be.]
I am quite certain. You have a need, and I am able to fulfill it. I could hardly call myself a maester if I were to turn you down.
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Date: 2025-11-29 07:44 am (UTC)You know, you are the second man in this forsaken world to tell me that you are not capable of love. I hardly believe that to be true.
[Why else would he behave this way then?]