[ he wonders what it would be like to be a mortal man, amazed by the little trick matt displays with the flying fruit, but he remembers days instead where lestat's gifts had been just as wondrous. to sit here opposite someone flaunting their magic and gifts so proudly.
well.
he hums softly, and the next fig on the plate suddenly lights up, a pop of little flame - just enough to toast it lightly. he smiles, gesturing to it. ]
Abracadabra. [ a trick for a trick - the sweet smell of roasted fig filling the room. ]
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well.
he hums softly, and the next fig on the plate suddenly lights up, a pop of little flame - just enough to toast it lightly. he smiles, gesturing to it. ]
Abracadabra. [ a trick for a trick - the sweet smell of roasted fig filling the room. ]