Kind Temptations
8th of August 2006 A.D.
"Er..." The hesitation is genuine and yet it is also part of the attempt to sway Thomas, like an actor incorporating their street clothes into a play. "I think this next part works best with show over tell. Could you grab me a refill, I swear it's not dangerous."
At this Thomas just looks at you funny, which is fair enough coffee-themed powers do not seem very likely. But he does get up with a sort of understated grace would make taking out the trash look like he is modeling for a catwalk. He makes it as far as the counter, the lady behind it looking way too overworked to care or even notice his charms. But as she pours him the espresso with the speed long and harried practice he just sort of...
stops. You could swear he isn't even breathing.
There's something there at the edge of your senses, like a pale spark in the wind, lust/desire/hunger eclipsed as it falls into your shadow. No not a shadow, pit, a shaft, a gravity well. When you had realized that you have the power to put and end to so many banes and curses you had questioned Usum relentlessly to see if there was a way to grant it out more widely, but try as he might he could not explain why that cannot be. Now, having felt it, you understand. You can no more undo the curse of a being which does not do your will than a planet can grasp a body beyond it's
Hill Sphere, be that planet ever so large. Even mighty Jupiter has its limits.
Jupiter named for the king of the gods... You flinch away from the thought so hard you almost knock the empty cup off the table.
"Well that was certainly something." Thomas sounds ragged and trying not to show it, a man very much at the end of his rope.
"Sorry, I didn't really know how to explain that without sounding like Mephistopheles in ripped jeans," you explain, rushing the words out while you can in case he's about to spook. "It looks my power is that of the despot who inspires and commands. One of the powers of command is to shield those who choose to serve me from curses so long as that service is true. Someone with particular dietetic needs would still need to keep them in mind, especially if you draw from that well often, but you would not longer be at any risk of a loss of control. You could feed precisely as you mean to."
"That's..." he raises the hand not currently carrying coffee. "A lot to take in. I need to think about this for a bit."
So you just sit there and drink your espresso, not really tasting anything as the vampire struggles with himself. If even he cannot accept this, cannot believe your claims of goodwill you are sure that none of the ones in Undertown would even contemplate it and there went
that brilliant plan.
"You are not planning to keep this a secret are you?" he finally asks, voice soft with some unnameable emotion caught in a three way pull of yearning, fear and sorrow.
"Do you think I
could hide this and make any use out of it?" You counter. "No, I realize there will be those who take making use of such a power as a challenge, but in the end they are the same people who would take it as a challenge that I draw breath. Strange tools as these may be I will make the best of them."
"The best for whom?" Thomas asks, his gaze boring into yours.
"For everyone I can help," you answer without hesitation. "I've been to Undertown a spirit down there in the tunnels, called himself Porter of the Last Station who said there are others of the White Court near his haunts, ones who aren't doing
well with their state. "
"The mad and the deposessed," Thomas gives am ugly laugh. "They might be the sanest of us all, at least they don't lie to themselves abouat what we are."
"You are different things to different people, including yourselves. We are none of us all of one thing." Your own laugh is sheepish but sincere for what it is.. "Or at least that is what I tell myself when the voice in my head is feeling talkative."
"Ah if only my own demon was inclined to talk, at least then I could make more sense of its wants..." Thomas shakes his head, perfectly messy curls flying this way and that around his shoulders. "I do not suppose you have any use for the Black Sheep of House Raith, one that is not too obvious from the outside?" He says is so casually, but you can read the tension in the line of his jaw, the fear behind his eyes. "I have someone I need to protect, from myself among other dangers..." he trails off. "Someone mad enough to love me." The words barely come out.
Now it's your turn to stop and think. True you had guessed something was eating him, but not this.
Aren't pari repelled by the virtue that opposes their hunger so, courage to fear hope to despair, love to lust? How would that even work with the vampire as the object of True Love?
"Painfully," Usum notes clinically.
"Fire does not grow less hot if it yearns for ice."
But it's not really fire and ice really, it is virtue and sin, purity and impurity, each containing the seed of the other. It could hardly be otherwise because all that is evil in the world has to have sprung from some wholesome root. Bob's voice comes to mind, discussing the process by which matter is purified: First, putrefaction, the decay of the ingredients down to
nigredo, black matter then rebirth though many colors until it passes through albedo, the whitening, which yields a white elixir until at last there is
rubedo which gives the Philosopher's Stone, manifestation of all the desires of mankind which can only be wrought by one who has transcended them.
There should be a way, there
must be a way to alter the nature of a demon of hunger, of lust into one which can accept what is freely given, but you do not say this to Thomas. You have nothing but intuition to back it up and he has had enough shocks today. Not to mention that you did not answer his question. How could be serve you in a way that would not alert the rest of his kin to what he is doing?
[] As a spy, there are a lot of things you would like to find out about the White Court, many of which they would rather keep a secret, assuming that role should be more than enough to satisfy the requirements of true and loyal service
[] As an armsman of sorts, a martial adjunct. You have already seen how skilled Thomas could be against the Winter Court, he can cover this service as him doing favors to Harry
[] As an financial agent, not that he has much experience in such matters, but 'not much' is still more than your none
[] Write in
OOC: Poor Thomas just had the mother of all shocks tossed in his lap, he is handling it surprisingly well all things considered.