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eachdraidh2014-04-28 01:07 pm
incused) wrote in eachdraidh2014-04-28 01:07 pm
1: Video (Seelie)
[ Kevin Regnard is seated at a desk. Several books are open before him: thick volumes with heavy vellum pages intricately decorated with illuminated lettering. It’s darker in this part of the library, the Restricted Section, to preserve the ancient tomes. Fairies float about in the air, lending their light; Kevin would be more grateful for this, except they keep making off with his quills. He has been taking careful notes, and has already covered over a stack of parchment papers with his cramped handwriting.
His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.
But finally: ]
My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…
[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]
I wish to learn how to raise the dead.
His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.
But finally: ]
My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…
[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]
I wish to learn how to raise the dead.
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In that case, I'm sorry to have reminded you of it, my lady.
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[She accepts his hand and stands, smoothing out her tunic]
You don't need to apologise to me. But I feel that I should be the one apologising to you.
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[ Her hand is warm. She is warm. Somehow he feels better. ]
No, my lady. I — you've nothing to apologize for. I was... I simply...
[ ...overreacted. Just a bit. But the admission is embarrassing and he stumbles over it. Which is when he realizes he's still holding her hand; he lets go of it, at once. ]
It's my fault, I'm sorry!
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No. There's no need for you to apologise. Please, Sir Kevin.
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Finally he murmurs: ]
There is....
There is a girl.
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[Her voice is gentle and coaxing. She's careful not to push him but if he wants to speak, she will listen]