[Theo's hand reaches to rest on Nick's foot, smiling just a little - letting it sit in the corners of his lips as he shrugs. He lost count a long time ago, and he knew he hadn't kept a running tally from the start. That's kind of the cosmic horror of it, anyway. An endless cycle.]
I dunno. I don't remember a lot of them, I only started to later on?
[Getting murdered helped the memories stick, when it happened.]
It's like when you wake up from a dream, trying to remember it - the details slip away. Come back to you randomly, only to disappear again? Except for the really memorable lives, a lot of it just blurs. Probably a good thing my name never changes.
[ nick has never particularly seen the appeal behind wanting to live forever anyway, and from the way that theo describes it, this sounds like a particularly grim way to do it. maybe nick is just being too bleak about it, maybe multiple lives is actually great, but...he doesn't think so.
he takes another drag, a long one, held for a while before he exhales again, and once the smoke has dissipated a little he looks at theo, a wry sort of a smile on his face. ]
I'm sorry. It sounds...like a really fucking raw deal you've got.
[The way Theo replies is - that kind of reply that stamps down his own resentment, under the guise of 'what do I have to complain about, really?' that pairs so well with attempting to keep other people from feeling sorry for him. Or worse, for commiserating enough that they both get down about it. He shrugs his shoulders, murmuring a soft 'C'est la vie'.]
This is the first life I've been able to be so close to other witches, though. It's a nice change.
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I dunno. I don't remember a lot of them, I only started to later on?
[Getting murdered helped the memories stick, when it happened.]
It's like when you wake up from a dream, trying to remember it - the details slip away. Come back to you randomly, only to disappear again? Except for the really memorable lives, a lot of it just blurs. Probably a good thing my name never changes.
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[ nick has never particularly seen the appeal behind wanting to live forever anyway, and from the way that theo describes it, this sounds like a particularly grim way to do it. maybe nick is just being too bleak about it, maybe multiple lives is actually great, but...he doesn't think so.
he takes another drag, a long one, held for a while before he exhales again, and once the smoke has dissipated a little he looks at theo, a wry sort of a smile on his face. ]
I'm sorry. It sounds...like a really fucking raw deal you've got.
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[The way Theo replies is - that kind of reply that stamps down his own resentment, under the guise of 'what do I have to complain about, really?' that pairs so well with attempting to keep other people from feeling sorry for him. Or worse, for commiserating enough that they both get down about it. He shrugs his shoulders, murmuring a soft 'C'est la vie'.]
This is the first life I've been able to be so close to other witches, though. It's a nice change.