Lord's Rest Inn

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 "Correct. I'm also a little bit scary, though. To some people."

 "No scarrrry."

 "That's your opinion. You understand ghosts and ghouls better than most."

 "Well yeeeeah. Ghosts are chiiiiill*

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Shade is sulking at the bar

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 She takes on shot after another, leaning back in her chair "No no seriously! You are... Interesting? Is that the right word?"

"Heh.. I'm not wise.." she said, fidgeting with her rings "Just know a thing or two.."

 He chuckles again, still hiccupping "I don't- Hic- know. You're more cool than me, you're a -Hic- [gp]in' archdevil. I'm just some guy."

He holds her tight "You're wise and smart and pretty, I should write a song about you."

 "I'm not am archdevil silly! I'm just.. me." She pats his shoulder.

She blushes, stammering a bit "I-I'm not any of those things."

 He lets it happen, hammering back another before saying “And you are am- Hic- amazing.”

 He continues “You are like a field of flowers, you make me appreciate living more every day.” He says, beginning to play again, deciding on the melody of the song about her.

 "I'm not amazin- amazing!" She hisses, tugging at his sleeve "You're amazing!"

She is red as a tomato, hiding in the blanket "Okay okay!" She hisses, fiddling with her hair.

 He can barely keep his eyes open at this point “You’re amazinger than I am. You are so so cool.” He blinks slowly.

 He laughs genuinely and moves his hair from in front of his face as he smiles down at her, sighing as he holds her.

 She hugs one of his arms, smiling albeit a bit disturbingly, purring a bit. 

(This is tooth rottingly sweet-)

She watches with apt interest, her face still a bit red, but she hums along with his music.

 He opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, unconsciousness takes him, his head slamming against the counter as he begins to snore.

 He looks to her, his smile only growing as he looks to her, “If I do write a song about you, hypothetically, what would you want it to sound like?” He says, moving his arms around her so she can help him play.

*Its killing me how sweet this is.*

 She tilts her head, tapping his arm, before shrugging and drinking more. 

She sighs and begins to pluck, a song begining to form quietly. It's soft athen slowly begins to build.

 He puts his hands on top of her’s, learning the song simply by moving his hands across the lute, his eyes closed as he absorbs the knowledge of the song.

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 She takes on shot after another, leaning back in her chair "No no seriously! You are... Interesting? Is that the right word?"

"Heh.. I'm not wise.." she said, fidgeting with her rings "Just know a thing or two.."

 He chuckles again, still hiccupping "I don't- Hic- know. You're more cool than me, you're a -Hic- [gp]in' archdevil. I'm just some guy."

He holds her tight "You're wise and smart and pretty, I should write a song about you."

 "I'm not am archdevil silly! I'm just.. me." She pats his shoulder.

She blushes, stammering a bit "I-I'm not any of those things."

 He lets it happen, hammering back another before saying “And you are am- Hic- amazing.”

 He continues “You are like a field of flowers, you make me appreciate living more every day.” He says, beginning to play again, deciding on the melody of the song about her.

 "I'm not amazin- amazing!" She hisses, tugging at his sleeve "You're amazing!"

She is red as a tomato, hiding in the blanket "Okay okay!" She hisses, fiddling with her hair.

 He can barely keep his eyes open at this point “You’re amazinger than I am. You are so so cool.” He blinks slowly.

 He laughs genuinely and moves his hair from in front of his face as he smiles down at her, sighing as he holds her.

 She hugs one of his arms, smiling albeit a bit disturbingly, purring a bit. 

(This is tooth rottingly sweet-)

She watches with apt interest, her face still a bit red, but she hums along with his music.

 He opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, unconsciousness takes him, his head slamming against the counter as he begins to snore.

 He looks to her, his smile only growing as he looks to her, “If I do write a song about you, hypothetically, what would you want it to sound like?” He says, moving his arms around her so she can help him play.

*Its killing me how sweet this is.*

 She tilts her head, tapping his arm, before shrugging and drinking more. 

She sighs and begins to pluck, a song begining to form quietly. It's soft athen slowly begins to build.

 He puts his hands on top of her’s, learning the song simply by moving his hands across the lute, his eyes closed as he absorbs the knowledge of the song.

 She smiles warmly, pulling away and watching him play the song with ease.

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 "That is certainly a way to do it. I want to change and help the world, but unfortunately, people are happy with unfinished products so long as they are granted unspeakable power in trade. Remember that thing I said about banes? Hexes are spiritual wounds where I come from. They weaken and debilitate their victims. I codified them and started research into deconstructing and categorizing the elements of a Hex, and people just wanted to know how to make them. It took months, but I discovered a way to invert them and create blessings. But no one knows this, and they throw around Hexes like they're nothing with no way to heal the stronger ones. No one cares to learn my true techniques when they have easier, simpler options."

 He shakes his head “So many fools in the world, willing to take overwhelming power, and don’t even think to look at the consequences. They say that I am the one making the mistake of occult power, and yet so many of them devote themselves to gods who couldn’t care less about them if they didn’t know they existed. It’s disappointing.”

 "I guess I can't complain too much. Sometimes the dark arts fall into the hands of good people. Sometimes, I'm the one who 'accidentally' drops an entire peer-reviewed manuscript into the hands of the person who needs it most." They chuckle. "The sad part about our jobs is how much evil we face every day. I don't know about me, but when the world cheats either me or the innocent, I cheat back. Power shouldn't belong to the ones who 'earn' it exclusively, and the rules of this world insist that they don't. Nepotism, faustian bargains, all sorts of crap can boost you to the top. It's better if you can control the unfairness, and make it a little bit more bearable, don't you think?"