In Everything We Do - Chapter Sixteen
The tavern is nearly empty, just a few rowdy travelers drinking themselves half to death in the corner. The other patrons have retired for the night, and the barmaid looks one more rude gesture away from throwing the travelers out. Which is all well and good, that would just mean more privacy for the two of them.
Momoi laughs a little and drums her fingers against the tabletop.
âIâm still puzzling out the specifics, but Iâve always been able to do it. I just focus my attention on someone and I will it to happen I suppose. Then I can see different things. Itâs like a little thread, and the way that it moves means different things. I can see how it interacts with other people, I can see how far it stretches, if there are any complications, things like that. Itâs fascinating, I wish I could show you because itâs like the world just fades away and itâs just me and this thread. I donât know many people who can do it so Iâm sort of running in blind. Itâs my specialty, right? Magic users all have some field of magic theyâre more inclined to, mineâs fate, or a subset of it anyway. But there are plenty of uses for it, Iâm actually thinking of setting up a shop and offering it as a service, because Iâve found recently that I can use it to see how compatible people are.â
âMmhmm. If I have two threads, I can tell how well those people work together, if theyâre in love, how long that love will last.â She folds her arms and leans in, her face dangerously close. âJust call me the Matchmaker.â
Her ribbons glow giddy and wrap around him as she laughs again. He hasnât known Momoi for very long, but he likes her ribbons.
âNow, how about you? Whatâs your magic?â
Kuroko rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to piece together his thoughts.
âEmotional magic. Iâm not a magic user like you are, Iâm an Empath, actually.â
He watches her ribbons for any kind of change, any strain of apprehension or revulsion but none comes. Momoi is wholly interested, fascinated even.
âOh, wow. What can you do? Can you make people feel things? Make me feel sad, right now, do it.â
Heâs hesitant to do so, influencing people to feel a bit more calm or happy is one thing, but negative emotions he doesnât do often. But Momoi is determined, and she holds her hand out as though Kuroko needs it. To humor her, he takes her hand in his and adds a few strains of blue to her ribbons.
Immediately, her shoulders slump, her features fall and tears fill her eyes.
Before he can chase out the blue, Momoi does it on her own, her ribbons flooding to their usual pink.
âThatâs so amazing, Tetsu, oh, wow.â She runs her hands through her hair and has what Kuroko can only call a giggle fit, before calming down and leaning in again. âWhat else can you do?â
âUh, not a lot, actually. Iâve never met another Empath, so Iâm figuring it out as I go.â
They talk together for hours more, well into the godless hours of the night. Momoi shows him her plans for magical items sheâs been working on, baubles and potions, handy charms and even spelled weapons. Kuroko tells her what he can, what he knows is minimal, and heâs still testing the waters but Momoi listens with rapt attention.
Theyâre both near delirious with exhaustion, and they move to Kurokoâs room upstairs so as to not disturb the barmaid.
Momoi sprawls across the bed and Kuroko sits beside her, propping his head up on his hands.
âHey, I know you used your powers on me but I uh, I donât really use mine unless people ask me to. Itâs pretty invasive so- I donât want you to think Iâm- This is going to be the start of a wonderful friendship, I think, and I donât want to muck it up, making you think Iâm being stingy or something.â
Kuroko hadnât been thinking anything like that. Truth be told, heâs fairly certain that he doesnât want Momoi looking at his fate at all.
If only because he wouldnât know what to do with himself if she told him what she saw.
Before he can respond, however, Momoi is asleep, the buzz of her ribbons dying down until theyâre a quiet hum.
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