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thecapitol2013-05-11 09:30 am
amourtician) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-11 09:30 am
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[001] drinking champagne made by the angel [CLOSED]
Who | Jay and Neffa
What | Neffa and Jay meet up
Where | all around the Capitol!
When | an hour after Jay's intro network post.
Warnings/Notes | Jay's already getting drunk. Other than that, none! Yet.
Jay, wearing a ridiculous, neon-pink feather boa, is sitting at the bar, sipping on something that doesn't taste alcoholic in the slightest but, the bar server assured him, most certainly is. He's keeping an eye out for Neffa and trying very, very hard to remain calm or at least to keep the appearance of being calm.
He's freaking out. The comfortable hum of his magic is gone, replaced by a curious cold, quite like the chills during a bad fever. He feels the absence keenly. And he's wound up emotionally, too -- he's already missing Raimut, who was usually never far from his side back home. It's curious to be out somewhere, among people, without the older man's familiar presence. When he first spoke to the bar server, he'd stuttered and tripped over his words. He wasn't even able to look them in the eye! After all, Raimut had always ordered for him.
The alcohol is mellowing him out a little, at least. And he's curious to meet Neffa. A part of him is excited -- he was friendly. Maybe he'll be like Mara! Or maybe he'll be nothing like her but still friendly, which, too, would be grand.
He's getting impatient and starts idly tapping out a rhythm on the bar.
What | Neffa and Jay meet up
Where | all around the Capitol!
When | an hour after Jay's intro network post.
Warnings/Notes | Jay's already getting drunk. Other than that, none! Yet.
Jay, wearing a ridiculous, neon-pink feather boa, is sitting at the bar, sipping on something that doesn't taste alcoholic in the slightest but, the bar server assured him, most certainly is. He's keeping an eye out for Neffa and trying very, very hard to remain calm or at least to keep the appearance of being calm.
He's freaking out. The comfortable hum of his magic is gone, replaced by a curious cold, quite like the chills during a bad fever. He feels the absence keenly. And he's wound up emotionally, too -- he's already missing Raimut, who was usually never far from his side back home. It's curious to be out somewhere, among people, without the older man's familiar presence. When he first spoke to the bar server, he'd stuttered and tripped over his words. He wasn't even able to look them in the eye! After all, Raimut had always ordered for him.
The alcohol is mellowing him out a little, at least. And he's curious to meet Neffa. A part of him is excited -- he was friendly. Maybe he'll be like Mara! Or maybe he'll be nothing like her but still friendly, which, too, would be grand.
He's getting impatient and starts idly tapping out a rhythm on the bar.
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He takes a deep breath. It's painful to articulate that, to think of it, to explain it so plainly and baldly.
"Plus, ah. My family are poor."
He looks back at Neffa and tries a chipper smile that he does not feel at all. Having to confess his social status like this is rather humiliating and he's wishing he'd lied.
"I was taught, yes," he says. "Ah. Taught how to control it, how to smother the inner flame and keep it at a low burn. And then I ... found apprenticeship for another sort of trade altogether."
The smile that turns up now is entirely genuine, but there's something slightly odd about it, too -- it looks just a little like the beginning of a pained grimace.