"The bit I need to recover," her word, not his, "doesn't change so much. It's the bits that come before it that take me for a different scary-go-round every time." Nightmares are nightmares are nightmares; the good bit, the one he can't take his mind off or he'll go to pieces (he knows it), feels the same. It's felt the same both times, even if it wasn't quite the same. The Devil is in the details, but Lorne doesn't mind his work, if that's what it is.
He nods, more quietly resigned than anything. Magic is never easy, and certainly not if it's any good... Alcina's seems to him like a base camp of sorts. It's where you get your gear and the know-how to use it, but what you do with it when push comes a-shovin', that's up to you.
His eyes pick out the glint on her left hand, flicking briefly to the silver band on his pinkie finger. So much alike, but so different. For the first time since setting foot inside her shop, he doesn't feel cornered by the figments of his imagination.
"Thanks, doll. You're a veritable Dream catcher, life saver, the works. I'd love to get a few names; I'm not about to dabble with this on my lonesome. I don't have the skills for it."
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Date: 2008-06-29 08:42 pm (UTC)He nods, more quietly resigned than anything. Magic is never easy, and certainly not if it's any good... Alcina's seems to him like a base camp of sorts. It's where you get your gear and the know-how to use it, but what you do with it when push comes a-shovin', that's up to you.
His eyes pick out the glint on her left hand, flicking briefly to the silver band on his pinkie finger. So much alike, but so different. For the first time since setting foot inside her shop, he doesn't feel cornered by the figments of his imagination.
"Thanks, doll. You're a veritable Dream catcher, life saver, the works. I'd love to get a few names; I'm not about to dabble with this on my lonesome. I don't have the skills for it."