And this will not cost you? Or I? Magics do not give simply, if I understand anything of it. If you are changing what already exists — would it not change other parts of me as well?
If there are risks, you must tell me. I would want to know.
you won't owe me anything, i don't take payment. the transactional thing doesn't really do it for me
i'll only change as much as i have to, nothing else. nerve endings, skin toughness. there aren't really any risks i mean i guess there's a risk that you won't like it, maybe? like emotionally but if that's the case i can change it back
it's not about worthiness, i don't know. if i want to do something like this i'll offer, i don't do it because of what i think i might be able to get in return
that's a good idea though, it'll give you an idea of what it'll feel like if you dont like it its okay, you dont have to do anything obviously, but i just wanted to say it
Mm. We will train this habit of yours, at least if we are to speak with each other for any length of time. I have no interest in being irritated, and I doubt you'd enjoy being ignored.
[ the boy needs handholding. very well. aemond sends the directions he's most familiar with, as well as hallway marks nicholas could use to find his way. ]
It's a music room. It's designed for leisure. You can come now.
[ it's not impossible to learn how to navigate the house by any means, plenty of people are doing it just fine, it just requires a level of attention to detail that nick cannot devote right now, always pulled in a million different directions. besides, it really hasn't been a problem for him before now, he's never in such a rush to go anywhere that he needs solid navigation skills — and there's usually some kind soul willing to lay out directions for him to follow, anyway.
nick shows up a leisurely fifteen minutes later, clad in his typical attire - very unseasonal shorts, slightly more appropriate hoodie, rapt in sending off some rapid fire texts as he walks through the doors of the music room. ]
Aemond, hi. [ the phone slips away and then all that attention is directed onto aemond instead, bright and friendly as he even offers a hand to shake as he approaches. ] Nicholas. Nick, actually, no one calls me Nicholas. Nicholas Ó Broin, really, but I don't think anyone has hit me with the full name since I was like, fifteen.
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If there are risks, you must tell me. I would want to know.
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i'll only change as much as i have to, nothing else. nerve endings, skin toughness. there aren't really any risks
i mean i guess there's a risk that you won't like it, maybe? like emotionally
but if that's the case i can change it back
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We can start with a different scar, I should think. Just so I could see how it works, first.
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that's a good idea though, it'll give you an idea of what it'll feel like
if you dont like it its okay, you dont have to do anything
obviously, but i just wanted to say it
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[ he's not trying to be rude here, he's just genuinely curious. is he always made to explain himself, this man? ]
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[ maybe it's a bad habit developed from having to justify himself to people literally all of the time!! ]
probably. sorry, haha
ive never noticed
i just talk a lot i guess
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Are you otherwise unoccupied currently?
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it uh did not work
but anyway yeah i'm free!
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Do you know the way to the music room?
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It's a music room. It's designed for leisure. You can come now.
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[ it's not impossible to learn how to navigate the house by any means, plenty of people are doing it just fine, it just requires a level of attention to detail that nick cannot devote right now, always pulled in a million different directions. besides, it really hasn't been a problem for him before now, he's never in such a rush to go anywhere that he needs solid navigation skills — and there's usually some kind soul willing to lay out directions for him to follow, anyway.
nick shows up a leisurely fifteen minutes later, clad in his typical attire - very unseasonal shorts, slightly more appropriate hoodie, rapt in sending off some rapid fire texts as he walks through the doors of the music room. ]
Aemond, hi. [ the phone slips away and then all that attention is directed onto aemond instead, bright and friendly as he even offers a hand to shake as he approaches. ] Nicholas. Nick, actually, no one calls me Nicholas. Nicholas Ó Broin, really, but I don't think anyone has hit me with the full name since I was like, fifteen.