If I'm lucky, he'll try to use some of the spells I've fashioned against the humans I like and fail. If I'm not lucky...
( ... well. the possibility boils in his stomach, almost like indigestion. the thought of the spells he'd painstakingly learned but only used in dire consequences used freely against his allies... ugh. it makes him sick. aspen looks green for a second before he shakes it off. )
If I'm not lucky, I suppose my ambition will bite me in the ass. Wouldn't be the first time.
Anyhow. Discreet is good. None of the doctors were.
( a tinge of bitterness seeps into aspen's voice, as he closes his eyes and lets the tea spread through his body like ink in water. the tea is surprisingly fruitlike and floral. it's warm, but most of all, it's calming - soothing. the slight sweetness lingers on the tongue. it's a balm against his temper and his desire to enact justice on those who never did anything wrong. )
Chamomile base, rose hips, wild apricot vine, lavender, a bit of mint and some beet sugar for sweetener.
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( ... well. the possibility boils in his stomach, almost like indigestion. the thought of the spells he'd painstakingly learned but only used in dire consequences used freely against his allies... ugh. it makes him sick. aspen looks green for a second before he shakes it off. )
If I'm not lucky, I suppose my ambition will bite me in the ass. Wouldn't be the first time.
Anyhow. Discreet is good. None of the doctors were.
( a tinge of bitterness seeps into aspen's voice, as he closes his eyes and lets the tea spread through his body like ink in water. the tea is surprisingly fruitlike and floral. it's warm, but most of all, it's calming - soothing. the slight sweetness lingers on the tongue. it's a balm against his temper and his desire to enact justice on those who never did anything wrong. )
Chamomile base, rose hips, wild apricot vine, lavender, a bit of mint and some beet sugar for sweetener.