He scrubs at his eyes, sniffs, and doesn't really know what to say.
"I can play without doing any magic, if that's what you're wondering." And it's... fine, as long as he sticks to busking and doesn't even attempt to get a foothold in the local music scene, such as it is. "But it's not... it's not something I can just separate. Music's how I communicate with it. It's always... there, when I perform."
Even if he doesn't cast anything at all, he can feel the Gift-- or whatever's replaced it here (the Cheshire Smile...), humming in tune with every melody. The temptation won't stop, and he knows he'll never be strong enough to resist it, and that's if he wants to resist it at all.
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He scrubs at his eyes, sniffs, and doesn't really know what to say.
"I can play without doing any magic, if that's what you're wondering." And it's... fine, as long as he sticks to busking and doesn't even attempt to get a foothold in the local music scene, such as it is. "But it's not... it's not something I can just separate. Music's how I communicate with it. It's always... there, when I perform."
Even if he doesn't cast anything at all, he can feel the Gift-- or whatever's replaced it here (the Cheshire Smile...), humming in tune with every melody. The temptation won't stop, and he knows he'll never be strong enough to resist it, and that's if he wants to resist it at all.