Darcias kept the surprise off if her face when he appeared at her side, hooking her arm through his as if it were the most natural thing. She tucked her wings close, nestling them against her back so they did not disturb him. They appeared closer than they had ever been; than they ever would be. Even she could appreciate the way he pretended to be above his station, at the very least looking like he belonged at her side.
A thoughtful humming noise sounded in her throat. “I suppose being dead would have that effect.” Her murmured tone made it seem like she was talking mostly to herself. Entertaining musings on what he knew and what he did not. Ten years was a long time to be out of touch with your loved ones, let alone with the entire world. Admittedly, most of what he said afterwards was lost on her and the terrible habit she made of not listening.
“Yes, look at you,” she replied with a sigh, turning her head slightly to do just that. Not quite admiring the look him as a person, but as the result of an experimental magic, though she did seem somewhat marveled. “I can only imagine the sort of magic it took to bring you back. Fascinating.” She halted their steps at the door to her office. It was unlocked with a simple wave of her hand, and she released his arm to push it open and enter, another wave of her hand indicating that he should follow her.
A pot of tea, still warm, and two delicate tea cups were already waiting for them, expectantly. Either indicative of the fact that she had tea at the same time every day, or that she had very attentive servants. The fae rounded her desk, feathered wings flaring out behind her as she began to pour steaming liquid from the pot, and the sweet smell of peaches and something floral wafted around the room. She gestured for him to sit down with a free hand.
“It is Wednesday,” she began to explain, unprovoked but not unkindly. Her voice gentle and sounding as if she had dealt with a man newly resurrected before.
She assumed that those he had interacted with thusfar were more shocked by his being alive, than to assume he would need to be filled in one small details.
Setting the kettle back upon its rest, she pushed one of the cups towards Owen. “It is March. The ninth to be exact.” Darcias sat, resting her elbows on the polished wood of her desk, impeccably clear of any papers or files that would indicate she was in a position of authority. She laced her fingers together, swirling eyes suddenly widening with the occurrence of a thought. “It’s almost Julianna’s birthday,” she said, before retrieving her tea cup and taking a sip. “The year is twenty-sixteen, so it’s been a little more than ten years since you died.”
She set the cup down on its matching ceramic saucer, such a practiced motion that there was no sound to be heard. “But I am sure you have many questions of your own, yes? What is it I can help you with, Owen?” Her smile was mostly teeth, too sweet, like he was another one of her students.
A thoughtful humming noise sounded in her throat. “I suppose being dead would have that effect.” Her murmured tone made it seem like she was talking mostly to herself. Entertaining musings on what he knew and what he did not. Ten years was a long time to be out of touch with your loved ones, let alone with the entire world. Admittedly, most of what he said afterwards was lost on her and the terrible habit she made of not listening.
“Yes, look at you,” she replied with a sigh, turning her head slightly to do just that. Not quite admiring the look him as a person, but as the result of an experimental magic, though she did seem somewhat marveled. “I can only imagine the sort of magic it took to bring you back. Fascinating.” She halted their steps at the door to her office. It was unlocked with a simple wave of her hand, and she released his arm to push it open and enter, another wave of her hand indicating that he should follow her.
A pot of tea, still warm, and two delicate tea cups were already waiting for them, expectantly. Either indicative of the fact that she had tea at the same time every day, or that she had very attentive servants. The fae rounded her desk, feathered wings flaring out behind her as she began to pour steaming liquid from the pot, and the sweet smell of peaches and something floral wafted around the room. She gestured for him to sit down with a free hand.
“It is Wednesday,” she began to explain, unprovoked but not unkindly. Her voice gentle and sounding as if she had dealt with a man newly resurrected before.
She assumed that those he had interacted with thusfar were more shocked by his being alive, than to assume he would need to be filled in one small details.
Setting the kettle back upon its rest, she pushed one of the cups towards Owen. “It is March. The ninth to be exact.” Darcias sat, resting her elbows on the polished wood of her desk, impeccably clear of any papers or files that would indicate she was in a position of authority. She laced her fingers together, swirling eyes suddenly widening with the occurrence of a thought. “It’s almost Julianna’s birthday,” she said, before retrieving her tea cup and taking a sip. “The year is twenty-sixteen, so it’s been a little more than ten years since you died.”
She set the cup down on its matching ceramic saucer, such a practiced motion that there was no sound to be heard. “But I am sure you have many questions of your own, yes? What is it I can help you with, Owen?” Her smile was mostly teeth, too sweet, like he was another one of her students.
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