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Posted on December 17, 2019 at 00:58:44 AM by mallos
Warning: swearing
MalloS
“I do know,” Mallos muttered back in a stinging tone to the rhetorical question in Osiris’ colloquial opening. “I’m usually right.”
Not usually in the right, but usually right about most things.
He shrugged the herbalist’s hand off his shoulder and reached up to grab the lip of the table, using it to pull himself into an only slightly unsteady standing position. Osiris’ bleeding heart monologue might be difficult for some to reconcile with his earlier jokes, but Mallos understood – on a personal level – how often a comedy act could conceal more sombre feelings. Even so, it was hard to find any new feelings for someone who had just been irritating the fuck out of him.
There was also an unexpected sting in the herbalist’s admittance that he had been afraid of Mallos. That small phrase was neatly tied up in an earnest explanation of his own anxieties but, given the context, it would be naďve to assume that any fear on Osiris’ part was entirely down to classic lost-child-meets-parents-for-first-time nerves. Mallos was acutely conscious of the reputation he had acquired in the years when Gwythr had worn his face. He had arrived on Shaman knowing no one, but everyone had known him. Time had washed away much of the revulsion Shamanites had beheld him with but there were still a few older ones – the ones who remembered the tyranny of Gwythr and the horrors of the civil war – who observed him with healthy caution. If Osiris had been scared of him, it was primarily because Gwythr had turned him into a demon who haunted children’s nightmares.
Keeping one hand flat on the table to steady himself, Mallos studied his newfound son with a cool, detached, difficult-to-read expression.
“Noted,” was his only response to the magnanimous offer, before he used the final dribble of magic to vanish into the night. Sperantia cast Osiris an apologetic look before flicking her tail and vanishing too. When Osiris would return to the shop the next morning, all that there would be to remind him of his adventure was the lingering smell of blood and petrol.
Not usually in the right, but usually right about most things.
He shrugged the herbalist’s hand off his shoulder and reached up to grab the lip of the table, using it to pull himself into an only slightly unsteady standing position. Osiris’ bleeding heart monologue might be difficult for some to reconcile with his earlier jokes, but Mallos understood – on a personal level – how often a comedy act could conceal more sombre feelings. Even so, it was hard to find any new feelings for someone who had just been irritating the fuck out of him.
There was also an unexpected sting in the herbalist’s admittance that he had been afraid of Mallos. That small phrase was neatly tied up in an earnest explanation of his own anxieties but, given the context, it would be naďve to assume that any fear on Osiris’ part was entirely down to classic lost-child-meets-parents-for-first-time nerves. Mallos was acutely conscious of the reputation he had acquired in the years when Gwythr had worn his face. He had arrived on Shaman knowing no one, but everyone had known him. Time had washed away much of the revulsion Shamanites had beheld him with but there were still a few older ones – the ones who remembered the tyranny of Gwythr and the horrors of the civil war – who observed him with healthy caution. If Osiris had been scared of him, it was primarily because Gwythr had turned him into a demon who haunted children’s nightmares.
Keeping one hand flat on the table to steady himself, Mallos studied his newfound son with a cool, detached, difficult-to-read expression.
“Noted,” was his only response to the magnanimous offer, before he used the final dribble of magic to vanish into the night. Sperantia cast Osiris an apologetic look before flicking her tail and vanishing too. When Osiris would return to the shop the next morning, all that there would be to remind him of his adventure was the lingering smell of blood and petrol.
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