"It's okay." And for once, he thinks he might mean it.
Matt looks a little shamed by the association of even part of his magical root being entrenched in sexual energies, and where Harry knows once he would have judged him for it ( judged hard, he knows; he knows he would have wrinkled his nose and scoffed at the idea of sourcing one's spells off of sex and thought Matt a whore — ). Not now. Not like this, with a warm ember in his belly and a quiet camaraderie building between them. Not with a Fae-year spent in Winter, learning that they stave off the cold in many creative ways beyond cuddling in front of the fire. That even the faeries of a bitterly cold realm adorn themselves in firelight and warmth, the way that the faeries of tepid summer hold ice on their tongues until it melts down their throats.
He means it, when he continues: "I wouldn't say it's a root I have great connections with, but I think — considering the vibes of this place — you probably have the best root to draw from." Which is just practical thinking. The manor, in what little time he's spent poking around, has the vibe of a White Court vampire: all hot, sensual energy and hedonism that something or someone might be farming. "Like I said before: where I'm from, wizards are the heavyweight champions. We have some core powers we share, but we all vary in terms of application. I'm real good with combat magic, but my specialty's actually sympathetic magic."
Which, jives pretty well with Matt's style, if one thinks about it.
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Matt looks a little shamed by the association of even part of his magical root being entrenched in sexual energies, and where Harry knows once he would have judged him for it ( judged hard, he knows; he knows he would have wrinkled his nose and scoffed at the idea of sourcing one's spells off of sex and thought Matt a whore — ). Not now. Not like this, with a warm ember in his belly and a quiet camaraderie building between them. Not with a Fae-year spent in Winter, learning that they stave off the cold in many creative ways beyond cuddling in front of the fire. That even the faeries of a bitterly cold realm adorn themselves in firelight and warmth, the way that the faeries of tepid summer hold ice on their tongues until it melts down their throats.
He means it, when he continues: "I wouldn't say it's a root I have great connections with, but I think — considering the vibes of this place — you probably have the best root to draw from." Which is just practical thinking. The manor, in what little time he's spent poking around, has the vibe of a White Court vampire: all hot, sensual energy and hedonism that something or someone might be farming. "Like I said before: where I'm from, wizards are the heavyweight champions. We have some core powers we share, but we all vary in terms of application. I'm real good with combat magic, but my specialty's actually sympathetic magic."
Which, jives pretty well with Matt's style, if one thinks about it.