[ Despite the alcohol heating his belly and loosening his limbs, Matt feels a cold plunge of dread. He's been musing about curses and the rules of magical captivity since he got here, but that just put an intellectual distance between himself and the immovable truth. One that falls hopelessly away as soon as Daniel says playing their game. By the time Matt manages to protest--"Really, don't worry about it"--Daniel is already on his knees, dodging a gaggle of party-goers as they slice into the cake. He comes back up with the diamond. Holds it out.
I don't want it, Matt wants to say. Except he thinks if he starts saying it, he won't be able to stop. I don't want this party, I don't want this house, I don't want this suit and this fucking tie--
He's gotta keep calm. After all, he's a witch, with vast and spooky powers that terrify polite society. These people should be scared of him.
... Even in his head, it doesn't sound convincing. He reaches to pluck the diamond from Daniel's fingers. ]
Not exactly conflict free, [ Matt notes dryly. He regards the older man with a searching expression, deciding after a moment, ] I think I'd like a little fresh air, actually. If you wanna join ...?
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I don't want it, Matt wants to say. Except he thinks if he starts saying it, he won't be able to stop. I don't want this party, I don't want this house, I don't want this suit and this fucking tie--
He's gotta keep calm. After all, he's a witch, with vast and spooky powers that terrify polite society. These people should be scared of him.
... Even in his head, it doesn't sound convincing. He reaches to pluck the diamond from Daniel's fingers. ]
Not exactly conflict free, [ Matt notes dryly. He regards the older man with a searching expression, deciding after a moment, ] I think I'd like a little fresh air, actually. If you wanna join ...?