[ private texts ] but the blood on my hands scares me to death, maybe I’m waking up today

[black_black_heart]

xxxxx[ Private to: All Velvet Lust Employees ]

I won't be in in any official capacity for at least a week

Wade's driving, don't make him pull the club over

Andor

that means you

[Hell yeah he just sicced Deadpool on Andor in particular. Isn't being the least favorite employee the most fun?]

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xxxxx[ Private to: Dorian Pavus ]

it's done

he... chose to come back

[So no, you're not down a job, apparently.]

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xxxxx[ Private to: Szelhamos ]

it's done... and he chose to come back

[A pause.]

still like you

[It's almost juvenile to say that last bit, but... it's also equally weirdly relevant? In light of recent conversations.]

Comments

text; private

[black_black_heart]

I don't actually know

feels a bit like a great big pane of broken glass, right now

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

That sounds...less than pleasant.

And this is due to exposure to "cold iron", you say? Ah, but it's more than that, isn't it? Exposure and utilization. So it's that intent plays a roll as well.

I'll look into things and see what I can turn up. "Faerie" and "cold steel" should yield, well, something at the very least.

[You know what? I give up trying to look like I don't care at this point. You've been a good friend, you had to do a terrible thing, and death would be more pleasant than a shattered soul.]

text; private

[black_black_heart]

it's a common problem for every Fae from every world I've encountered or heard of, at least that I've asked

[ Tannusen's sure some of the "fairies" he's met have been as impervious to cold iron as they are to banality. Ugh, disgusting creatures. ]

it works a little differently for me than for others of other worlds though

for one thing, yes, intent matters

intent and utilization and results

the scars around my wrists are from cold iron

[ He has no doubt Dorian's noticed them, especially after their discussion of slavery. ]

but that didn't damage my soul, it just sapped my Glamour -- what I do magic with -- and burned me badly enough to show even on the mortal body

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

But, because you wielded the weapon with intent to kill, successfully, this is the result, correct?

I believe I understand, at last...as far as I may. I shan't keep you any longer. Rest.

[A pause before the next line.]

Do let Cassian know I'm glad he isn't dead...for purely selfish reasons, of course.

Re: text; private

[black_black_heart]

and worse because of who the target was, and the... trust involved

I already let him know

[ CASS KNOWS YOU'RE A WORRIER TOO, NOW, DORIAN. HA. HA. SUCKER. ]

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

Ah, yes. There is that, isn't there?

Why do I get the feeling this is going to be used against me at some point in the future?

text; private

[black_black_heart]

because my boyfriend has to be an asshole, to keep up with me

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

Really? I was under the impression he has much more experience.

text; private

[black_black_heart]

I make up for it in enthusiasm

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

I'm sure you do.

And now, my friend, I shall actually leave you in peace. I'll see to it Cassian's shop survives the ordeal as well.

text; private

[black_black_heart]

this entire conversation has been with my head in his lap

it's all good

[ Other than, you know, PAIN. ]

text; private

[tevinteraltus]

[There isn't an immediate response as Dorian shifts his mental image to include this new piece of information.

Which he finds endearing.]

That's adorable.

All the more reason to leave you be. Enjoy your evening, Tannusen. My best to Cassian.