[He'd touched her for a reason. He'd touched her to show that all this time, he had been capable of doing as he'd done in the past and just killing her. He could have done it at any time. Instead, he had tried to attempt proper negotiations. It'd been so hard for him. It's exhausting, being peaceful.
There's a near ironic smile when she finally agrees to at least adjust the curse. There's a little tilt of the head with the price attatched. There's almost a laugh. As if it would be anything else. Manuscripts like Faust always talk about it, deals with devils.
He pulls his hand away and there's a brassy laugh.] I suppose you couldn't ask for my soul and all, so I can agree to this price. I have a condition. Randolph Lyall. You cannot ever ask me to do anything that does harm to him. I won't do it. Any other favor is on the table. Can we agree on that as well?
I'm not interested in souls. ( just so that was clear, whether or not he had one. but she wasn't interested in the soul of anyone else. not anyone here ) But we can.
( though whilst he continues to hold onto her makes her stare harden, looking more angry than irritated now )
[He laughs at that. An honest to god laugh. Then he leans forward. It's not a kiss, but a soft awkward phrase against her ear. It's hard for him to say. It's something he's still learning to voice. But he's getting there, year by year.] Thank you.
[He pulls away. Steps back from her and in her clear line of sight pulls on a set of familiar white gloves.]
( her hands come by her sides, fingers stretching out as her power flows back through her, back straightening as she watches him.
and the gloves are a slight relief. lilith waits until they're on before moving, stepping towards the cubby in the wall that dips into a tiny room filled with shelves and potion ingredients. and she removes the poppet from it, the one dressed like the archivist, the one that lilith originally used as she cursed him.
she brings it back to him, resting it on the table, keeping her hand on it as she lets alessandro witness her altering the curse.
she's quiet only for a few seconds, eyes on the poppet as she considers her spell before she chants it. though the original spell that she had cast had been in latin this one isn't, lilith dipping into a far older magic, using a language that no one alive could possibly know.
her head raises once her spell is complete, a small nod to him to let him know that it's done. though he likely still won't like the result of it )
[He stands back and watches. There's a lifting of his eyebrows at the appearance of the little doll. He wonders what might happen if he got a hold of it. He's never really touched magical items. It would be interesting to find out, though he doubts it would do anything. It's still an interesting thought. He's love to do some experiments.
He won't ask her though. He won't touch this doll. Instead, he'll just mark it's existence and it's current location and hum a soft.] Cute. You even got the abysmal fashion sense.
[But after that, he falls quiet and watches. It's fascinating. He has no idea what it is she says but it's nothing he's heard before. Nothing he's really seen before. He waits until she's done and gives her a nod back.]
Then the deal is done. It was a pleasure. Doing business with you, [There's a pause and then a near playful smile.] Mary.
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There's a near ironic smile when she finally agrees to at least adjust the curse. There's a little tilt of the head with the price attatched. There's almost a laugh. As if it would be anything else. Manuscripts like Faust always talk about it, deals with devils.
He pulls his hand away and there's a brassy laugh.] I suppose you couldn't ask for my soul and all, so I can agree to this price. I have a condition. Randolph Lyall. You cannot ever ask me to do anything that does harm to him. I won't do it. Any other favor is on the table. Can we agree on that as well?
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( though whilst he continues to hold onto her makes her stare harden, looking more angry than irritated now )
Though none of it I can currently do.
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[He pulls away. Steps back from her and in her clear line of sight pulls on a set of familiar white gloves.]
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and the gloves are a slight relief. lilith waits until they're on before moving, stepping towards the cubby in the wall that dips into a tiny room filled with shelves and potion ingredients. and she removes the poppet from it, the one dressed like the archivist, the one that lilith originally used as she cursed him.
she brings it back to him, resting it on the table, keeping her hand on it as she lets alessandro witness her altering the curse.
she's quiet only for a few seconds, eyes on the poppet as she considers her spell before she chants it. though the original spell that she had cast had been in latin this one isn't, lilith dipping into a far older magic, using a language that no one alive could possibly know.
her head raises once her spell is complete, a small nod to him to let him know that it's done. though he likely still won't like the result of it )
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He won't ask her though. He won't touch this doll. Instead, he'll just mark it's existence and it's current location and hum a soft.] Cute. You even got the abysmal fashion sense.
[But after that, he falls quiet and watches. It's fascinating. He has no idea what it is she says but it's nothing he's heard before. Nothing he's really seen before. He waits until she's done and gives her a nod back.]
Then the deal is done. It was a pleasure. Doing business with you, [There's a pause and then a near playful smile.] Mary.