(Someone is humming)
They are trying to find their way out. It’s been almost a full day, if the sky outside these windows can be trusted
(Can they be trusted? This whole castle is untrustworthy)
And while they’ve managed to find each other, they haven’t found the rest of their group.
(It’s always been them, though. The others are recent, the others don’t appreciate, the others don’t really matter)
“We’ve passed this tapestry already,” He says to her, because there’s no one else to say it too.
“Thrice,” She responds, because she is more paranoid and thus more observant.
(She is also more prone to secrets, even though it’s his secrets that may cost them their lives)
“I think…” He hesitates, because he already doesn’t like what he’s about to say, but it needs to be said anyway, “I think we need to give up.”
“No! Are you–”
“I think we need to ask for help,”
(Even if it would cost them)
“But what about the curse? What about your magic?” She finally, finally sheathes her sword. It’s been useless the entire day, she hates that all of her training and preparation means nothing here.
“We found each other, which means we only need to use one gift to get the both of us out. So we still have one left. We can use it to break the curse,”
“But… your magic,” She can only repeat sadly, because he’s been wanting to learn for a long time. He’s been needing to learn for too long.
(It’s dangerous, to be a magician in this kingdom)
“Maybe… maybe I’ll get taught regardless. I can trade something for lessons later. And I want to break your curse more. It’s dangerous.”
(It’s dangerous, to be a Desmond and fall in love. Especially with a Stowe)
They set out on this quest for two things–to break her family’s curse and to keep him safe from the anti-magic high society. The latter does not necessarily need a magical wish to grant, just distance, which they’ve already achieved.
She doesn’t even know if she will fall in love with Henrietta Stowe. She’s never even met her before. But even if she doesn’t, she might have kids or nieces and nephews or grandkids or maybe even further away. Some Desmond will fall in love with their Stowe–and they will die.
She remembers her uncle Ashton–he was kind and funny and smart. Then he fell in love with Evelyn Stowe and then he was just dead.
He can see on her face that she’s agreeing, because he smiles a victorious and sad smile, “I’ll miss you,” He says, because he knows he can’t return with her–not when the royalty and nobility have tightened their laws of magicians. Not when he can’t control his powers.
“I wish…”
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A/N: I didn’t really want to continue. And I don’t even know. Blargh.
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