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The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

Started by Marian Hawke, Dec 13, 2018, 07:17 pm

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Marian Hawke

"Two seventeen isn't prime," she gasps out, "it's seven times thirty-one. It's.. Two hundred and... thirty... three?"
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

"Uh. Right. Trick question?" Haliel chuckles weakly. "Anyway. Good. Umm. What are three alchemical compounds you can make with dragon egg shells?"
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"Fire resist, Simple Fortifier, and-- and crushed dragon shells, I'm alright," she says ,taking another deep breath. 
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

"...crushed dragons shells is an alchemical compound itself?" Haliel asks, surprised. "Are you sure? I mean about being alright."
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"I mean, no? Maybe? Depends how you count-- it's fine. I'm fine. I'm-- I'm just... I just didn't expect it. I just wanted to be Loved so badly," she adds, and Haliel can hear the capital L. 
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

She's even more Outsider than I am, I think. Or perhaps just less, hmm, integrated? So each part of her is more vivid than it should be. "I suspect it's much harder to deny your yearnings now."
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"So much harder. It's like denying air, or food." She shakes her head. "But I'm fine. I don't actually need it like air. It just seems that way."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

Haliel winces a little. "That might not be entirely true," she says slowly. "You're not a tiefling, you're a half-fiend. I doubt you'll die without a deity, but you'll almost certainly grow sickly."
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"I have time," she says, but she has to stop to yank her tail away from her trouser leg -- and how much easier is it to wear trousers than tunics, now, so she doens't have to deal with invasions?
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

"You do," Haliel agrees, trying to ignore the tail. "You're on long-lived time now. I haven't seen any signs of your health diminishing, at least now that you're, ah, indulging with Isabela, so it's very likely not going to be a 'soon' problem."
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

She nods. "And hey, maybe this will slack off a bit when I pick one."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

"Very possible," Haliel agrees, nodding. "Tantric energy isn't divinity by any measure but given your new flesh, it likely helps."
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"It really doesn't help that I'm horny all the time. It's eased off some, but it's annoying."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Haliel Lightsong

Haliel hesitates a moment, then asks curiously, "all the time? Really?"
I am the Light of My Soul.

Marian Hawke

"My panties are damp right now," she admits. "Pretty much all the time."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

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