“I don’t care what the right places for me are, I was asking about you. Humor me,” he prodded gently, letting his curiosity take control for a second. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea with someone he just met, but Daniel felt intrigued by Omen. There conversation didn’t flow the most naturally, but it was engaging in a way that he didn’t normally experience. He could’ve easily walked away ten minutes ago, but he was actually enjoying himself. Despite the other’s cryptic nature. His eyes widened when the flame erupted from his finger tip, and leaned forward in his seat without even realizing. It was amazing, and he almost missed what Omen was saying entirely as he watched it.
“I don’t exactly have a frame reference for the ideals outside of mankind,” he said, fiddling with the hair on the nape of his neck. That kind of power was alluring to anyone, but what kind of burden came with it? He thought of Jody, and the treatment he received from his parents; there were plenty of crazy of people in the world, who’s to say that hadn’t happened to more people? Outside of that example, it seemed as though Omen was more than willing to give up whatever powers he had, gathering as such from the few hints he had picked up on. Surely the man had a reason, so maybe it wasn’t it was all cracked up to be. Regardless, Daniel would never trust himself with anything like that. He doubted anything would come from him having any sort of power.
Daniel nodded, glad that Omen hadn’t come here with the intention of being a Master. Maybe he was one of the good ones. At the admission, he smiled sadly, glancing down for a moment, “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely. Omen seemed like a good guy, from where he was standing at least, it was a shame that there seemed to be things troubling him deeply. Daniel blew out a long breath, “I hope so, since I’m going to be here for a while. Though, I’m sure in the right company, it’ll be at the very least bearable.”
“Just choose your paths wisely, that’s the advice I would have given myself. As it is, some choices are permeant and irreversible.” Growing up in a world full of magic, Omen had always assumed there was a way to overcome anything. With the slaughtering of his coven and the beast within him, Omen had held on to that hope for nearly a hundred years. Part of him, he supposed, was still trying to grab the sliver of hope from that still. He hoped Daniel, whatever choices he may make in life, would be lead to the right paths and not damn himself for all eternity.
The fire from his finger died down, Daniel had seemed captivated by it, the look in his eyes reminded him of the innocents of humanity. There was something to be said about that, and for perhaps the first time since their meeting Omen took a moment to truly look at the other man. He was attractive enough, not the sense of a supernatural beauty to his features, but in human terms. He stated he was thirty-five and for all intents and purposes appeared as such but there was something about his eyes, the lines near them, and the ones by his eyebrows. It made him seem just a little older, a little more tired.
For a passing moment Omen wondered what kind of hardship the man may have endured in his life or if all of this could be chalked up to being slapped with a collar around his neck and being sold off as property to paying students on a secluded magical island. Both seemed plausible, but Omen wasn’t the type to dig, so instead he replied to his comment and tried not to dissect it too much. “I would gander that that’s your first problem.” He shrugged his shoulders and offered the man some advice. “Don’t think in the constricts of human nature, because not many people here do.” To win against your enemy, it was better to know them. He was sure a lot of humans in this place took a while to warm up to the supernatural aspects that came along with it.
When Daniel offered - condolences, on his situation, the Necromancer let out a laugh, one that had him rubbing the back of his neck to ease the tension. Omen didn’t want pity, not by any means, so he made light of it. “Nothing a couple days on a bender won’t fix.” It had been far too long since he’d had a drink, that made him less in control, and Omen couldn’t afford to lose control for ever a second. “You seem like good company, Daniel. I can’t imagine you’d have too difficult a time assimilating, even if they aren’t the most agreeable.” Omen stood then, he didn’t want to force his company upon the man. “You’ve already made an ally in me.” Could he say friend? No, that was surely too soon, but there was something about Daniel that he liked.
