❛ AFRAID ? ❜ mouth curls up in a devilish smile , though there is no edge to it . ❛ hardly ! unless you mean to ask if i’m afraid to watch you embarrass yourself by failing spectacularly , in which case , i am terribly fearful for you . ❜ his tone is heavily affected , one hand pressed delicately to his chest . DESPITE HIS WORDS , HIS TRUST IN HER IS IMPLICIT —— she alone rivals him in her skills in the magical arts . if anyone can cast this spell , it’s her .
he crosses closer to her , his expression suddenly grave . ❛ YOU ARE CERTAIN ABOUT THIS ? we both know what happens should this spell fail . ❜
❝ you wound me, laufeyson. to think so lowly of my skills, when it was you, not i, who could not cast a simple psychometry spell. ❞ a memory tucked away, of lifetimes ago when her blood had been ink for his stories.
propped open, the book of spells stolen from the norns waits as painted lips twist into a mimicry of his smile. seiðr flowing like blood as she mouths the spell, unspoken words as, green eyes glint with half-madness as soft jests still to seriousness.
❝ i do not fear dying; you have driven me to death twice before and you cannot die truly. if the norns find out you have stolen their book, my only fear is that i will not be able to return to hel before they string you up. ❞
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