( levelly, as if she'd been prepared for that question and had rehearsed her answer - maybe true, maybe not - milagros inclines her head and says, ) Nor is it confined to human bodies. A colleague of mine has a bond with his rose garden some might call slightly perverse.
( that's actually a joke, although he'd be forgiven for not being able to quite tell. solomon's communion with nature is a source of great amusement for mila, who enjoys a slightly less intimate relationship with the natural world as trees aren't great conversationalists, sol, do you not have friends.
not that she's asked him that in a while. not that she thinks she ever will again, when they'll look at each other and remember calista. )
No. What I'm talking about is exactly what it sounds like. My kind are the demiurge of our world, and creation goes hand in hand with destruction. Such is nature.
( for all that she sounds so clinical, what she's describing is base, passionate and, as he's already realized, intensely powerful; her appearance is deceptive, and her practise of magic is joyously brutal. )
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( that's actually a joke, although he'd be forgiven for not being able to quite tell. solomon's communion with nature is a source of great amusement for mila, who enjoys a slightly less intimate relationship with the natural world as trees aren't great conversationalists, sol, do you not have friends.
not that she's asked him that in a while. not that she thinks she ever will again, when they'll look at each other and remember calista. )
No. What I'm talking about is exactly what it sounds like. My kind are the demiurge of our world, and creation goes hand in hand with destruction. Such is nature.
( for all that she sounds so clinical, what she's describing is base, passionate and, as he's already realized, intensely powerful; her appearance is deceptive, and her practise of magic is joyously brutal. )