“It’s fine; he was just trying to make friends. It was harmless.”
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He’s been pacing across the floorboards of his dressing room for five minutes, flesh pink with rage. Hands are balled into tight fists at his sides that white his knuckles as limbs tremble. He’s already knocked an empty bottle of absinthe onto the floor, the remnants of alcohol that had been left at the base gathered upon the floor and boiled into nothing.
“ You don’t make friends with the DAMN enemy, Myr. “ he turns to glare at her, but won’t dare approach in his state. He fears what he could do, “ He’s a MAGICIAN. He wants the secret to my tricks and you’re an easy way to me. He doesn’t want to be your friend, he wants to fuck the secrets out of you, MY secrets. “