[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The implication behind his words wasn't lost on the Mage, from where she stood at the book shelf with tome in hands, but Pfifer didn't know everything to do with his order, or their exact methods. Truth be told, she had ignored much of their dealings over the years as an attempt to keep from garnering too much pressure from that prestigious iron fist of the Inquisition. Perplexing as their devotion may have seemed to any outsider, Pfifer was a being of knowledge and resource; common sense came packaged into the deal. So when an order of unrivaled hypocrisy towards the arcane decided to teach those of the darker persuasion a lesson, it was pivotal to her end goals that she stay well hidden. Her mistake wasn't in allowing herself to be caught, but instead in relying on Leon not to sell her out. As it was, the slight was forgiven-- But there would be repercussions regardless how much devastation those of the council had suffered. If their collective was so easily downed, wouldn't another of equal or greater power have already stepped to the plate to rid themselves of this nuisance?
This question may have scratched up a shred of doubt within that crystalline gaze of hers while Pfifer watched Leon from her stance, back leaning into the shelving for the time being. Attention didn't falter through the entirety of her companion's story. What a clever liar he could have been... Did she see that in him when he reminisced? Was there a reason she bore holes in that battered frame like it had wronged her in more ways than there were words to express? Perhaps, in Pfifer's mind, there was a great deal more to their complications than she hoped to express in present company. Especially while Leon lay there, grounded, with memories he didn't have complete contact with. Partial truths to play games on an already exhausted psyche.
"So, you believe yourself under the influence of something other than possession? Or, rather, you see this as who you really are?" The message seemed cold, distance, with a hint of condescension lacing the tone. Unintentional to some extent, Pfifer couldn't help coming off skeptical. Gods be damned, she was straining to come to terms with so many new things already, and with every passing breath, there seemed another revelation from the other mage. Was this the sort of deal they made in their uninterrupted fits of passion? Had logic left them in that time, replaced by the most basic carnal instincts? This couldn't possibly be the end for them, so why did she find herself stumbling along boundaries separating irreparable loss and salvation? Coupled with this line of questioning, the book was snapped shut and placed back on the shelf, leaving the woman free to cross her arms just beneath the swell of exposed bosom her robes accentuated.
Even in weariness, she retained her grace. That was never forgotten.
"That much is manageable." Pfifer offered softly with a tilt of her chin directed at where his worries lingered. Flesh could be sculpted, changed, and inevitably, renewed for purposes other than vanity. If he wished to appear as another individual, it wasn't beyond her capabilities to recreate his person beyond mere mending kisses. But, selfishly, she didn't want her partner to appear as anyone else. While love wasn't so shallow that it would fade due to his deformities, the woman certainly didn't expect to deal with an entirely foreign entity taking Leon's place. Their bargain was eternal, but a pact between their couple didn't make her a lap dog, and this wasn't negotiable. "I can renew your appearance to some extent. Minimal scarring, removal of the damaged tissue..." Pausing, her arms lowered so she could make further indication towards that alteration of his eye socket and it's surrounding area.
"I might not be able to fix your eye. I'm not sure. What anchors that malignancy to you isn't something I'm familiar with, and for all my capabilities, I fear there would be a chance you could be harmed." Pfifer cleared her throat quickly to keep her composure, as such a thought immediately tugged at her heartstrings with a harshness she often reserved for hatred and other less savory emotions. What she felt for Leon was a new and overwhelming sense of devotion, and it was taxing to juggle among her other thoughts. A weight on her heart, heavily impeding her ability to stay rational. Such sway it had over her opinions now, it was stifling, and at times, she hated herself for every laying eyes on the creature before her. If she had been smart about her motives, neither of them would have met, and there would be no harm to either.
But without that pain, what did either really have to show for their lives?
Could Pfifer ever return to simpler times, even without Leon in the picture? Of course not. Her bed was made. It was where she was lying when Leon took her up on her offer to risk a chance encounter, and though it wasn't so comfortable on it's own, his presence warmed it's sheets. Love seemed so simple. It came like a cold breeze, quick and unseen. Yet, it didn't bother leaving when their libidos had calmed and their wits had returned. A slave to the feeling, she practically winced at how he mentioned 'perhaps' in his attempt to calm her. Perhaps was a broad, roundabout way of saying it could go either way-- But there was no other way. Leon didn't understand their dilemma any more than he fully grasped what past events triggered these changes in him. It was best Pfifer kept her distance then so not to shake him awake from his dreaming commentary about possibly not succeeding.
Pfifer did not fail. Not then, not ever. Failure was never an option.
"Stop." Turning, Pfifer began to pace with feather light steps over the flooring. Her robes, with their exposing cut, danced around pale curves to offer peeks at that shapely figure. One couldn't be ashamed of themselves in any regard if they sought to be truly great. Vanity wasn't something she pondered over; she simply embodied it. "Do you remember where this occurrence took place? Ideally, we could venture out when you've regained your strength... And if there was proof of this sealed door, it should remain as it was, shouldn't it? That will be our course of action in that regard." Again finding herself needing to clear her throat, the blonde mage seemed fixated on thoughts unspoken. There would be a moment or two pause to her pacing, though it would be broken with a quick nod.
"But we can revitalize your body... Yes. If we move our operations to Gloamwood during the full moon, there is room to work there, and I'm more than willing to take on the task." Her bedroom loft wasn't enough space, and the lunar cycle had a strange effect over her brand of magic. Why not magnify her abilities to their fullest extent for his benefit? There was no harm in trying this method, though it really depended on his willingness. Something of a dark chuckle escaped the woman as she made an about face. "Would you fuck me to save your looks?" Such a question didn't need answering, but in light of their current circumstances, any attempt at humor wasn't unappreciated. If anything, it made coping all the more easy to do. "Better yet, would you fuck me in the moonlight to complete a ritual to save your looks?" A hand was brought to run one of her digits against her bottom lip as attempt to draw away from her smirk.
"If you trust me, I will see us through this. Even if you don't trust me, Leon, I will not fall to such simplistic means as an Inquisition. They will see their mistakes in time, but for now, I am willing to correct yours."
This question may have scratched up a shred of doubt within that crystalline gaze of hers while Pfifer watched Leon from her stance, back leaning into the shelving for the time being. Attention didn't falter through the entirety of her companion's story. What a clever liar he could have been... Did she see that in him when he reminisced? Was there a reason she bore holes in that battered frame like it had wronged her in more ways than there were words to express? Perhaps, in Pfifer's mind, there was a great deal more to their complications than she hoped to express in present company. Especially while Leon lay there, grounded, with memories he didn't have complete contact with. Partial truths to play games on an already exhausted psyche.
"So, you believe yourself under the influence of something other than possession? Or, rather, you see this as who you really are?" The message seemed cold, distance, with a hint of condescension lacing the tone. Unintentional to some extent, Pfifer couldn't help coming off skeptical. Gods be damned, she was straining to come to terms with so many new things already, and with every passing breath, there seemed another revelation from the other mage. Was this the sort of deal they made in their uninterrupted fits of passion? Had logic left them in that time, replaced by the most basic carnal instincts? This couldn't possibly be the end for them, so why did she find herself stumbling along boundaries separating irreparable loss and salvation? Coupled with this line of questioning, the book was snapped shut and placed back on the shelf, leaving the woman free to cross her arms just beneath the swell of exposed bosom her robes accentuated.
Even in weariness, she retained her grace. That was never forgotten.
"That much is manageable." Pfifer offered softly with a tilt of her chin directed at where his worries lingered. Flesh could be sculpted, changed, and inevitably, renewed for purposes other than vanity. If he wished to appear as another individual, it wasn't beyond her capabilities to recreate his person beyond mere mending kisses. But, selfishly, she didn't want her partner to appear as anyone else. While love wasn't so shallow that it would fade due to his deformities, the woman certainly didn't expect to deal with an entirely foreign entity taking Leon's place. Their bargain was eternal, but a pact between their couple didn't make her a lap dog, and this wasn't negotiable. "I can renew your appearance to some extent. Minimal scarring, removal of the damaged tissue..." Pausing, her arms lowered so she could make further indication towards that alteration of his eye socket and it's surrounding area.
"I might not be able to fix your eye. I'm not sure. What anchors that malignancy to you isn't something I'm familiar with, and for all my capabilities, I fear there would be a chance you could be harmed." Pfifer cleared her throat quickly to keep her composure, as such a thought immediately tugged at her heartstrings with a harshness she often reserved for hatred and other less savory emotions. What she felt for Leon was a new and overwhelming sense of devotion, and it was taxing to juggle among her other thoughts. A weight on her heart, heavily impeding her ability to stay rational. Such sway it had over her opinions now, it was stifling, and at times, she hated herself for every laying eyes on the creature before her. If she had been smart about her motives, neither of them would have met, and there would be no harm to either.
But without that pain, what did either really have to show for their lives?
Could Pfifer ever return to simpler times, even without Leon in the picture? Of course not. Her bed was made. It was where she was lying when Leon took her up on her offer to risk a chance encounter, and though it wasn't so comfortable on it's own, his presence warmed it's sheets. Love seemed so simple. It came like a cold breeze, quick and unseen. Yet, it didn't bother leaving when their libidos had calmed and their wits had returned. A slave to the feeling, she practically winced at how he mentioned 'perhaps' in his attempt to calm her. Perhaps was a broad, roundabout way of saying it could go either way-- But there was no other way. Leon didn't understand their dilemma any more than he fully grasped what past events triggered these changes in him. It was best Pfifer kept her distance then so not to shake him awake from his dreaming commentary about possibly not succeeding.
Pfifer did not fail. Not then, not ever. Failure was never an option.
"Stop." Turning, Pfifer began to pace with feather light steps over the flooring. Her robes, with their exposing cut, danced around pale curves to offer peeks at that shapely figure. One couldn't be ashamed of themselves in any regard if they sought to be truly great. Vanity wasn't something she pondered over; she simply embodied it. "Do you remember where this occurrence took place? Ideally, we could venture out when you've regained your strength... And if there was proof of this sealed door, it should remain as it was, shouldn't it? That will be our course of action in that regard." Again finding herself needing to clear her throat, the blonde mage seemed fixated on thoughts unspoken. There would be a moment or two pause to her pacing, though it would be broken with a quick nod.
"But we can revitalize your body... Yes. If we move our operations to Gloamwood during the full moon, there is room to work there, and I'm more than willing to take on the task." Her bedroom loft wasn't enough space, and the lunar cycle had a strange effect over her brand of magic. Why not magnify her abilities to their fullest extent for his benefit? There was no harm in trying this method, though it really depended on his willingness. Something of a dark chuckle escaped the woman as she made an about face. "Would you fuck me to save your looks?" Such a question didn't need answering, but in light of their current circumstances, any attempt at humor wasn't unappreciated. If anything, it made coping all the more easy to do. "Better yet, would you fuck me in the moonlight to complete a ritual to save your looks?" A hand was brought to run one of her digits against her bottom lip as attempt to draw away from her smirk.
"If you trust me, I will see us through this. Even if you don't trust me, Leon, I will not fall to such simplistic means as an Inquisition. They will see their mistakes in time, but for now, I am willing to correct yours."
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