Don't you dare start knocking holes into Velvet, Cass. Not even once.
"Mhm," Tannusen wasn't going to disagree, though. There was no way to pull it off anyway, that he knew of. You were either born with a Faerie soul, on his world, or you weren't.
Or you got booted out for a Sidhe from one of the 'noble' houses to wear your body for a while. Because they were assholes. Like Cass needed more of that.
The basement was indeed nicely furnished; that futon he'd had in Trahaerne's apartment was off in the corner, folded out and covered in bedding from many, many despair-naps taken down here when he'd grown too overwhelmed and Lil had just shut down and refused to keep going. A nice table, nice chairs, a little, stocked kitchen off to one side. A bathroom off over yonder, fully walled in properly with a door and all that good stuff.
Bookcases, everywhere. Stuffed full of books despite his strange aversion to collecting them where anyone could... see him do it. A huge bin off in another corner, the size of a bathtub, its lid closed.
In the middle of that little table, on a bit of neatly-folded cloth to prevent rolling, was that ornate little ball. With a USB cable trailing off of it to a 2008-era smartphone.
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"Mhm," Tannusen wasn't going to disagree, though. There was no way to pull it off anyway, that he knew of. You were either born with a Faerie soul, on his world, or you weren't.
Or you got booted out for a Sidhe from one of the 'noble' houses to wear your body for a while. Because they were assholes. Like Cass needed more of that.
The basement was indeed nicely furnished; that futon he'd had in Trahaerne's apartment was off in the corner, folded out and covered in bedding from many, many despair-naps taken down here when he'd grown too overwhelmed and Lil had just shut down and refused to keep going. A nice table, nice chairs, a little, stocked kitchen off to one side. A bathroom off over yonder, fully walled in properly with a door and all that good stuff.
Bookcases, everywhere. Stuffed full of books despite his strange aversion to collecting them where anyone could... see him do it. A huge bin off in another corner, the size of a bathtub, its lid closed.
In the middle of that little table, on a bit of neatly-folded cloth to prevent rolling, was that ornate little ball. With a USB cable trailing off of it to a 2008-era smartphone.