[Matthias, raising his now very round eyes from the bisected halves of his roll, meets her eyes with a kind of awe plain on his face. Then he laughs, and it's somehow triumphant, as he leans forward to snatch the rolls off of the tabletop so he can hold them in either hand and stare at them.]
Maker's balls-- That was brilliant!
[Carefully, he fits the halves back together, then lets them fall apart in his hands once more.]
And you did it like it was nothing. Just chucked it up, and then, swosh-- [The roll halves thunk down onto the table again as Matthias drops them in his reenactment.] Brilliant. Seriously. I've never seen anything like it. I'd bet no one has.
[It is strange, how little it bothers her that he seems so impressed by her claws, but she is slowly coming to see why. He does not want them for anything, and he does not look at them like they are more relevant than her face. Matthias simply likes them--in the same way, she suspects, that she likes the little waves in his hair.
She struggles not to smile too much, made both pleased and vulnerable aby his praise. The claw disappears again, and she picks up her own roll, taking a small bite.]
Yeah, probably. I'd believe it. But that's brilliant as well, isn't it. Means you're the only one. Unique and all. And there's nothing that could change that about you.
[He shoves one half of the roll in his mouth and chews, quickly, to get most of it down. With his mouth half-full--]
Reminds me of the griffons, kind of. Your, er, [He makes two fists, gives them a little shake for emphasis.] claws, I mean. They've got talons, but they're quickest with their beaks. Throw something in the air and they're on it as well. We ought to time 'em, and you, see who's faster. Then we can tell everyone you've bested a griffon.
[She hopes she is the only one, at least. If someone else had to feel lyrium poured onto their bones...
But that does not matter. She is unique, just as Matthias said. And navigating the rest of this conversation is more important than wondering about others out there.
The idea of racing a griffon unsettles her for reasons she struggles to put into words. Laura takes another tiny nibble of her roll to buy herself time, trying to understand the reason her neck goes hot at the thought. Because griffons are animals, she decides. She does not want to race an animal.
[Oh, yeah. Matthias nods as he finishes his roll. And right away, he goes for the next one, tearing it open and stuffing a bit of cheese into the center of it, but he goes on--]
S'ppose they are really skittish, yeah. If we do 'em one at a time, though, and just keep track of the time. That'd do it as well.
[Straightforward and sensible, that. And it makes perfect sense. He bites in, hugely, to his new invention, cheeseroll.]
She does not like it. And she does not want Matthias to know.
For a few moments too long, she's quiet, looking down at the bread she's got in one hand. Part of her thinks that if perhaps she waits, he will start talking about something else. Then she wonders if remaining silent will actually result in him talking more about this. Sometimes, all it takes is a word or two, and Matthias starts talking about something completely new. She could use that to her advantage.]
[Unfortunately for Laura, Matthias is engaged in eating, which also happens to be the activity he holds second only to talking and doing magic, which are tied for number one in his heart. All the chewing of bread and cheese means he can't pick up on a new topic just yet, either using something from her short response as a springboard--for someone else, maybe would be a challenge, but not for Matthias--or by his own volition.
As it is, he works quickly through his cheeseroll and it isn't until he's nearly through that he thinks to look over at her, and sees her looking down at her bread.]
D'you want-- [With his mouth full; Matthias shoves the back of his hand over his mouth with a sheepish grin, oops, what a clod. He holds the cheese block out to her.] For the bread. You haven't got to race, if you don't want to. I'll not make you. Just thought it'd be fun. We used to do loads of races, but if you don't like to, I dunno. You can still show off.
[Laura shakes her head. Matthias' enjoyment of the cheese is too great to take it away from him, especially when she is mostly eating so she can watch him eat.
She considers the possibility of racing being fun. When he says it, she can nearly understand it--it would prove speed, be a point of pride, perhaps. But that was Matthias and other men, she assumes. Matthias and mages. She does not think doing anything with mages should be amusement, but perhaps Matthias' presence makes everything else feel less...less like magic.]
I will race someone else. [The difficulty, of course, is in knowing who. No one else has claws.]
[No cheese? Okay, more for him, and after having confirmed this, Matthias pops another wedge into his mouth and chews it, cheerfully.
Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
[Even with cheese and crumbs in the way, Matthias' smile is one of the most reassuring things Laura can think of. The fact that he doesn't require more explanation than a refusal from her--for anything--even more so.]
I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.
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Date: 2019-09-26 05:10 am (UTC)Maker's balls-- That was brilliant!
[Carefully, he fits the halves back together, then lets them fall apart in his hands once more.]
And you did it like it was nothing. Just chucked it up, and then, swosh-- [The roll halves thunk down onto the table again as Matthias drops them in his reenactment.] Brilliant. Seriously. I've never seen anything like it. I'd bet no one has.
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Date: 2019-09-26 05:29 pm (UTC)She struggles not to smile too much, made both pleased and vulnerable aby his praise. The claw disappears again, and she picks up her own roll, taking a small bite.]
I don't think there is anything like it. Just me.
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Date: 2019-09-27 05:02 am (UTC)[He shoves one half of the roll in his mouth and chews, quickly, to get most of it down. With his mouth half-full--]
Reminds me of the griffons, kind of. Your, er, [He makes two fists, gives them a little shake for emphasis.] claws, I mean. They've got talons, but they're quickest with their beaks. Throw something in the air and they're on it as well. We ought to time 'em, and you, see who's faster. Then we can tell everyone you've bested a griffon.
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Date: 2019-09-27 04:11 pm (UTC)But that does not matter. She is unique, just as Matthias said. And navigating the rest of this conversation is more important than wondering about others out there.
The idea of racing a griffon unsettles her for reasons she struggles to put into words. Laura takes another tiny nibble of her roll to buy herself time, trying to understand the reason her neck goes hot at the thought. Because griffons are animals, she decides. She does not want to race an animal.
But she does not want to say that.]
The griffons dislike my claws.
[Ergo there can be no race. #nailedit]
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Date: 2019-10-01 02:44 am (UTC)S'ppose they are really skittish, yeah. If we do 'em one at a time, though, and just keep track of the time. That'd do it as well.
[Straightforward and sensible, that. And it makes perfect sense. He bites in, hugely, to his new invention, cheeseroll.]
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Date: 2019-10-01 02:53 am (UTC)She does not like it. And she does not want Matthias to know.
For a few moments too long, she's quiet, looking down at the bread she's got in one hand. Part of her thinks that if perhaps she waits, he will start talking about something else. Then she wonders if remaining silent will actually result in him talking more about this. Sometimes, all it takes is a word or two, and Matthias starts talking about something completely new. She could use that to her advantage.]
Maybe.
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Date: 2019-10-01 05:22 am (UTC)As it is, he works quickly through his cheeseroll and it isn't until he's nearly through that he thinks to look over at her, and sees her looking down at her bread.]
D'you want-- [With his mouth full; Matthias shoves the back of his hand over his mouth with a sheepish grin, oops, what a clod. He holds the cheese block out to her.] For the bread. You haven't got to race, if you don't want to. I'll not make you. Just thought it'd be fun. We used to do loads of races, but if you don't like to, I dunno. You can still show off.
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Date: 2019-10-04 04:50 pm (UTC)She considers the possibility of racing being fun. When he says it, she can nearly understand it--it would prove speed, be a point of pride, perhaps. But that was Matthias and other men, she assumes. Matthias and mages. She does not think doing anything with mages should be amusement, but perhaps Matthias' presence makes everything else feel less...less like magic.]
I will race someone else. [The difficulty, of course, is in knowing who. No one else has claws.]
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Date: 2019-10-05 01:38 am (UTC)Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
You can try.
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Date: 2019-10-06 03:53 am (UTC)I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
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Date: 2019-10-06 09:39 pm (UTC)[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.