[ Behind her sleeve, her mouth tugs into a rueful smile. ]
Nagiko-chan did. Or, well - not exactly. She's been teaching me about magic and some of the things I don't understand yet. She told me a mage's magic gets stored in every part of their body, like their hair and their blood and their spit. So... I kind of put the rest of it together myself.
[ She'll have to thank her for the save. Or, uh, try to thank her while very carefully avoiding why the lesson had become so relevant. ]
[ There is a 100% chance that she would be able to put two and two together and realize why it became relevant, and that neither she nor her Master would shut up about it afterwards. He'll have to kick her ass later.
Because sure, he's alive, but how the hell is he supposed to deal with Ai now? It'd be nice if he could retreat himself and just be the Fairy King for a while, but this frustrating woman won't even allow that. ]
...Well, as long as that's all she told you, then it's fine.
[ Surely she wouldn't go into that much detail, right? ]
That's all. [ She tilts her head and there's something about her expression that's innocently, infuriatingly clueless. ] It just came up in passing, so it wasn't like we went into a lot of detail...
[ It's true. But once again, it rings of a lie of omission. Nagiko had only told her as much as she'd said - all the outlets for mana that were in her own body. The rest, she'd playfully inferred with a nudge and a wink in the manner of a girl teasing scandalous secrets at a sleepover.
Ai had put the rest together herself. It's not like it'll ever be necessary, but knowing it's a possibility makes her feel a little weird. There's no way mages are getting up to this kind of thing all the time, right? How would they find the time to get anything else done? ]
... Besides. It worked, didn't it? That's all that matters.
[ "It worked, didn't it? So we can go back to pretending none of this happened." ]
[ ...he's gonna kick that Archer's ass, he thinks. ]
...yeah, exactly.
[ Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while. Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]
[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
[ Their sloppy, bloody make-out session, followed by the worst handling of high emotions ever. Yeah, he'd like to keep that between them as well. Otherwise he might actually want to disappear.
He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
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Nagiko-chan did. Or, well - not exactly. She's been teaching me about magic and some of the things I don't understand yet. She told me a mage's magic gets stored in every part of their body, like their hair and their blood and their spit. So... I kind of put the rest of it together myself.
[ She'll have to thank her for the save. Or, uh, try to thank her while very carefully avoiding why the lesson had become so relevant. ]
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[ There is a 100% chance that she would be able to put two and two together and realize why it became relevant, and that neither she nor her Master would shut up about it afterwards. He'll have to kick her ass later.
Because sure, he's alive, but how the hell is he supposed to deal with Ai now? It'd be nice if he could retreat himself and just be the Fairy King for a while, but this frustrating woman won't even allow that. ]
...Well, as long as that's all she told you, then it's fine.
[ Surely she wouldn't go into that much detail, right? ]
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[ It's true. But once again, it rings of a lie of omission. Nagiko had only told her as much as she'd said - all the outlets for mana that were in her own body. The rest, she'd playfully inferred with a nudge and a wink in the manner of a girl teasing scandalous secrets at a sleepover.
Ai had put the rest together herself. It's not like it'll ever be necessary, but knowing it's a possibility makes her feel a little weird. There's no way mages are getting up to this kind of thing all the time, right? How would they find the time to get anything else done? ]
... Besides. It worked, didn't it? That's all that matters.
[ "It worked, didn't it? So we can go back to pretending none of this happened." ]
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...yeah, exactly.
[
Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while.Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]...let's go, then.
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[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
... let's go home.
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He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
Damn you, Shakespeare. ]