( It may not be his greatest skill, but luckily, it's very easy to make Mallaidh laugh. And it's....the first time? she's heard him even try to crack a joke, so she can't help the little laugh that accompanies her reply to that. It's mostly just...delight that he's even trying, honestly. )
Hey, if God's feeling it, He can be both, I don't see why not.
( It's unfortunate then that her smile's so quick to soften and fade when he asks for details. Of course, he was bound to - and she did agree to answer a question for a question of her own. It's just figuring out how to word her answer so that she doesn't entirely tank the mood that's tentatively settled between them.
Only, the more she explains, the lower she feels her heart sinking. )
Well, ah...the thing is, with what I am, I give creative types the inspiration they might be needing or lacking, in exchange for...love, I suppose is the easiest way to put it. The more they show me and the more sincere it is, the more I give them and the better their work becomes.
The man in question is a writer, and we were together for about a year before I agreed to give him what he wanted, because I was stupid enough to think that things would only get better. I'd had bad experiences before so I thought I'd know if someone...( Shaking her head, she takes a breath. )
The thing is, if things start to wane, I have to stop lending them my magic. It's draining if I get nothing back for it, but in this case he figured out that I was pulling away. He wasn't writing as much, he wasn't liking what he was writing, so he- uh..
( There's details, and then there's details. And those are something she's realising are much happier stuck to the back of her throat. )
...He made me continue to help him, he wouldn't let me leave. And it turns out he wasn't the sort to let threats just be words.
( With a shrug, she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding. )
And I was scared, so...I just stayed with him. ( Quieter, then; ) Not one of my better decisions in recent memory, if I'm bein' honest..
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Date: 2020-09-26 10:13 pm (UTC)From:Hey, if God's feeling it, He can be both, I don't see why not.
( It's unfortunate then that her smile's so quick to soften and fade when he asks for details. Of course, he was bound to - and she did agree to answer a question for a question of her own. It's just figuring out how to word her answer so that she doesn't entirely tank the mood that's tentatively settled between them.
Only, the more she explains, the lower she feels her heart sinking. )
Well, ah...the thing is, with what I am, I give creative types the inspiration they might be needing or lacking, in exchange for...love, I suppose is the easiest way to put it. The more they show me and the more sincere it is, the more I give them and the better their work becomes.
The man in question is a writer, and we were together for about a year before I agreed to give him what he wanted, because I was stupid enough to think that things would only get better. I'd had bad experiences before so I thought I'd know if someone...( Shaking her head, she takes a breath. )
The thing is, if things start to wane, I have to stop lending them my magic. It's draining if I get nothing back for it, but in this case he figured out that I was pulling away. He wasn't writing as much, he wasn't liking what he was writing, so he- uh..
( There's details, and then there's details. And those are something she's realising are much happier stuck to the back of her throat. )
...He made me continue to help him, he wouldn't let me leave. And it turns out he wasn't the sort to let threats just be words.
( With a shrug, she swallowed thickly, her heart pounding. )
And I was scared, so...I just stayed with him. ( Quieter, then; ) Not one of my better decisions in recent memory, if I'm bein' honest..