CaerBear
Well-Known Member
Nito
"...I have to go. I can't say much more than that unfortunately, but I have to go." Maybe Nito had been the type to keep every secret he could when they had first met, but since they'd started dating, that really wasn't his modus operandi anymore. The fact that he felt so tight lipped right now spoke volumes about the invitations they had received, and what the young prodigal cyromancer potentially knew. It was especially ominous that he seemed determined to stay tight lipped about it. "You can...accompany me, if you want to. I...I am not sure if this is going to be your cup of tea. These people...maybe not the ones we'll be meeting, but these people in general are people like my father...like...me."
He'd pause. "Not the good side of me that you see. Not the side of me that loves you, and values pure magical advancement. The side of me who...uses that book. And uses my family for my own violent desires. Still. I have to go. There are expectations of me."
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Gregori
Indeed the giant earth sorcerer would offer a hand, surprised when it wasn't taken. Still, he guessed it could be expected. He had just (accidentally) knocked Ishade down, on top of barely seeing him for weeks, except in passing. Not that he hadn't tried though. He had almost felt like he was being avoided, but that was nuts. The two of them had had nothing but great times together. The mushroom hunt, the forest hikes, the stargazing. Gregori had felt like he'd made another friend.
Which was important to him. Other than his cousin, his girlfriend, his cousin's girlfriend, and sorta-maybe that weirdo Russian girl who always seemed to have Nito on her mind, friends were a rare thing for him. "I didn't see you there. Sorry about that man."
At least for now, the letter was forgotten.
"...I have to go. I can't say much more than that unfortunately, but I have to go." Maybe Nito had been the type to keep every secret he could when they had first met, but since they'd started dating, that really wasn't his modus operandi anymore. The fact that he felt so tight lipped right now spoke volumes about the invitations they had received, and what the young prodigal cyromancer potentially knew. It was especially ominous that he seemed determined to stay tight lipped about it. "You can...accompany me, if you want to. I...I am not sure if this is going to be your cup of tea. These people...maybe not the ones we'll be meeting, but these people in general are people like my father...like...me."
He'd pause. "Not the good side of me that you see. Not the side of me that loves you, and values pure magical advancement. The side of me who...uses that book. And uses my family for my own violent desires. Still. I have to go. There are expectations of me."
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Gregori
Indeed the giant earth sorcerer would offer a hand, surprised when it wasn't taken. Still, he guessed it could be expected. He had just (accidentally) knocked Ishade down, on top of barely seeing him for weeks, except in passing. Not that he hadn't tried though. He had almost felt like he was being avoided, but that was nuts. The two of them had had nothing but great times together. The mushroom hunt, the forest hikes, the stargazing. Gregori had felt like he'd made another friend.
Which was important to him. Other than his cousin, his girlfriend, his cousin's girlfriend, and sorta-maybe that weirdo Russian girl who always seemed to have Nito on her mind, friends were a rare thing for him. "I didn't see you there. Sorry about that man."
At least for now, the letter was forgotten.