[witches, they love their ceremony, but they know that the quickest way to the heart of an issue is a long blade. ambrose sits down across from the younger warlock. nick is tremendously handsome; he can see why sabrina cares for him.] But I understand you two are having a conflict, involving the mortal boy from Greendale.
[there's a ghost of a smile on ambrose's face as he settles back into his seat. it doesn't feel so long ago, that nick had been grousing that sabrina was the one with such wayward tastes, which took her away from the boy who fancied her.] I'm afraid I must meddle.
I was planning on asking you to take her as your Submissive.
[no, ambrose has met young reginald. he's a good boy. and he's really operating on half of the necessary information at the moment. he looks at nick optimistically, despite knowing well this is going to piss sabrina off.
spellmans. they're always pissing each other off.]
She's got a better spirit than any other witch I know. She wouldn't hurt Reggie, as upset as she is.
[despite himself, despite the gravity of the situation, ambrose can't help but smile. nick. ambrose believes that, immediately. he should have asked sabrina, but that would have undermined his #meddling.
what a good kid. sabrina does have taste.] Thank you for trying.
She's new to polyamory, [he observes finally.] If she hadn't come to this world, she might not engage in it at all. I'm concerned. She would do badly at 'SLUT Center.'
[doesn't he just. ambrose doesn't know sabrina post her eighteenth birthday just yet, but he can guess that the passage of time and the accumulation of power and purpose haven't exactly mellowed her out.]
I hope she does too.
[he scrapes a brown hand through his own hair, chagrined. it'll be fine, probably. there are dozens of dominants out there, all of them bound by contract law to do more than sabrina had signs her consent to. and she's -- cautious, when it comes to that, to say the least.] She's important to me, but I meant what I said the other month. We're kindred, and I care for you. I don't mean to get in the middle of anything, but I'd like you to be happy.
You and this mortal boy. May I ask about it? [he'll understand if nick says no.]
[ambrose decides he's not going to feel old and envious right now. and he's also decided he really isn't spying for sabrina, although he'll have to hope against hope that he isn't about to learn anything she doesn't yet know.]
Is it different, when you fancy a mortal? Or if you're in love, I suppose.
[ambrose wonders about the experience of it. it's been awhile, since he truly fell in love.]
[He goes quiet a moment, but it's not a bad silence. It's a considering one. Is it different? Yes, and no. Nick is only 18. He doesn't have the same kind of age that Ambrose has, the same perspective on time yet. Reggie is his age, and right now that doesn't mean anything. In twenty, thirty, forty years?
Then things will change.]
It's not different. Not really. It feels the same. But I know I'm young. I know that soon, I'll look like this and he...won't.
[He touches his mouth a little, careful.]
It's almost easier. Freeing. He doesn't play games. He just says what he wants and they're all just...pleasant desires. Sabrina's the same, you know. She doesn't feel like a witch, sometimes. She has all that magic, all that power, but-
-she doesn't think it's fun to play those power games.
[that's true. ambrose has lived with sabrina for most of his life, and she does feel more like the mortals she went to school with than the witches she was raised by, most of the time. ambrose nods his head thoughtfully.
power games are what got him into his house arrest to begin with. becoming a pawn to one. which he had only done out of love, himself.]
Have you had a talk about it with him? [it would be unimaginable back home, but they're all out of the proverbial closet.] The passage of time. How relevant or completely and utterly meaningless that might be here. I suppose there are little demands that come with being boyfriends.
[it's not the same as a marriage, after all. and even ambrose is young for that.]
[ambrose's mouth turns downward at the corners faintly. sympathy. he is grateful that sabrina chose the path of the night. that's not a discussion he would like to have to wait ten years to have, if he would have to have it at all.] There's sweetness to him, Reggie, [he says eventually.] I'm sure Sabrina sees it too.
[that's probably even part of the problem.]
I just hope that we're all hale and healthy by the time this month blows over. [he stands slowly, and offers nick his hand.] No chance you've got any other good Dominants in mind, who you'd trust her with?
[on impulse, ambrose leans across to kiss the other warlock on the forehead. if asked later, he wouldn't know why. to try and dispel any lingering sexual tension between them perhaps— a bit of a vain effort, considering nick remains as hot as ever. but he did promise sabrina he'd behave himself, as much as that's possible.
and real gratitude. truly, he can see why she likes him.]
Let me know if you need any sort of aid in these coming months, Scratch. We've all made friends in places low and high. [he smiles.]
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Mr. Scratch?
I've gone up in the world.
[He looks at the bottle, and raises his eyebrows.]
That's generous. And kind. Thanks. But really, what do I owe the pleasure?
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[witches, they love their ceremony, but they know that the quickest way to the heart of an issue is a long blade. ambrose sits down across from the younger warlock. nick is tremendously handsome; he can see why sabrina cares for him.] But I understand you two are having a conflict, involving the mortal boy from Greendale.
[there's a ghost of a smile on ambrose's face as he settles back into his seat. it doesn't feel so long ago, that nick had been grousing that sabrina was the one with such wayward tastes, which took her away from the boy who fancied her.] I'm afraid I must meddle.
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What were you planning on doing?
[He doesn't really need someone getting involved with the mortal boy, not when Reggie doesn't really deserve any of it.]
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[no, ambrose has met young reginald. he's a good boy. and he's really operating on half of the necessary information at the moment. he looks at nick optimistically, despite knowing well this is going to piss sabrina off.
spellmans. they're always pissing each other off.]
She's got a better spirit than any other witch I know. She wouldn't hurt Reggie, as upset as she is.
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I already asked her.
[He rubs his nose a little.]
She told me that she had to think about it.
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what a good kid. sabrina does have taste.] Thank you for trying.
She's new to polyamory, [he observes finally.] If she hadn't come to this world, she might not engage in it at all. I'm concerned. She would do badly at 'SLUT Center.'
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[He shrugs just a little.]
But you know her better than anyone here. You know that she won't do anything she doesn't want to, in terms of a contract. I don't want to press her.
[He's always valued her choices, really.]
I hope she trusts me enough to sign.
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I hope she does too.
[he scrapes a brown hand through his own hair, chagrined. it'll be fine, probably. there are dozens of dominants out there, all of them bound by contract law to do more than sabrina had signs her consent to. and she's -- cautious, when it comes to that, to say the least.] She's important to me, but I meant what I said the other month. We're kindred, and I care for you. I don't mean to get in the middle of anything, but I'd like you to be happy.
You and this mortal boy. May I ask about it? [he'll understand if nick says no.]
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[He asks it gently, without judgement, and without defensiveness. He's being open; he doesn't mind the questions, really.]
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Is it different, when you fancy a mortal? Or if you're in love, I suppose.
[ambrose wonders about the experience of it. it's been awhile, since he truly fell in love.]
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Then things will change.]
It's not different. Not really. It feels the same. But I know I'm young. I know that soon, I'll look like this and he...won't.
[He touches his mouth a little, careful.]
It's almost easier. Freeing. He doesn't play games. He just says what he wants and they're all just...pleasant desires. Sabrina's the same, you know. She doesn't feel like a witch, sometimes. She has all that magic, all that power, but-
-she doesn't think it's fun to play those power games.
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power games are what got him into his house arrest to begin with. becoming a pawn to one. which he had only done out of love, himself.]
Have you had a talk about it with him? [it would be unimaginable back home, but they're all out of the proverbial closet.] The passage of time. How relevant or completely and utterly meaningless that might be here. I suppose there are little demands that come with being boyfriends.
[it's not the same as a marriage, after all. and even ambrose is young for that.]
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[He shrugs a little.]
It seems early for that. To discuss my lack of mortal aging.
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[that's probably even part of the problem.]
I just hope that we're all hale and healthy by the time this month blows over. [he stands slowly, and offers nick his hand.] No chance you've got any other good Dominants in mind, who you'd trust her with?
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Probably.
But none I'd be happy her signing with.
[He says it with a slight sigh.]
Tell her to choose well.
powerpose lmk if not ok
and real gratitude. truly, he can see why she likes him.]
Let me know if you need any sort of aid in these coming months, Scratch. We've all made friends in places low and high. [he smiles.]
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Thanks, Spellman.