( he's right and she hates it. she'd at first assumed that the spell going so wrong may have been due to her alterations, due to her not perfectly remembering the spell. he might have tried to warn her, had mentioned people's power being affected but her magic had felt fine. until that. it had taken a god to convince her that this city could do that.
there's pauses in her response, carefully choosing her words, and some of the ease in her words lacks, even with the joke she tries to make )
I've been jailed in Hell, that was nothing.
( except the lightness is lacking, an underlying frustration (anger, really, but she's trying to press it down) biting a little. and some feeling of defeat-- but she doesn't want to admit how weak she feels. and that spending a week without her magic was actually worse than weeks in a dungeon in hell )
I wasn't talking about jail, [ He clarifies. Her words prompt some curiosity, but Erik sets that aside for the time being. Questions to be asked at a later date. ] I mean about finding your powers limited.
[ He's not going to say 'I told you so', because he understands her suspicion, her disinclination to take him at his word. She doesn't know him, after all. In her position, he would have much felt the same way, and likely done the same. Or worse. ]
I know how disorienting that is, believe me. I'm sorry.
( the pause is longer this time, rowena pushing aside the emotion of what his question makes her feel, the loss and weakness that she already feels. the fear. she'd accumulated so much power to try and never feel that fear, never to feel helpless and now-- )
They're not limited... I don't have my magic.
( there's a rawness to her voice. rowena knows how her magic feels limited, both by the spell that the grand coven had done to bind her powers but also by the effect that iron cuffs had on her. these were not iron cuffs, she couldn't feel her magic any longer. and she didn't have confidence in escaping them as she usually did )
[ Ah. So they've suppressed her powers as a form of punishment. He assumes that's what she means, at least. Granted, Erik hasn't been here long to know exactly how this place works, but so far he hasn't spoken to anyone who's had their powers permanently taken away. He doubts it will be the case with her, particularly when it's only her first citation. ]
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[ But yes, he knew she'd done it purposefully. Even if she failed. ]
How are you?
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there's pauses in her response, carefully choosing her words, and some of the ease in her words lacks, even with the joke she tries to make )
I've been jailed in Hell, that was nothing.
( except the lightness is lacking, an underlying frustration (anger, really, but she's trying to press it down) biting a little. and some feeling of defeat-- but she doesn't want to admit how weak she feels. and that spending a week without her magic was actually worse than weeks in a dungeon in hell )
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[ He's not going to say 'I told you so', because he understands her suspicion, her disinclination to take him at his word. She doesn't know him, after all. In her position, he would have much felt the same way, and likely done the same. Or worse. ]
I know how disorienting that is, believe me. I'm sorry.
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They're not limited... I don't have my magic.
( there's a rawness to her voice. rowena knows how her magic feels limited, both by the spell that the grand coven had done to bind her powers but also by the effect that iron cuffs had on her. these were not iron cuffs, she couldn't feel her magic any longer. and she didn't have confidence in escaping them as she usually did )
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Where are you now?
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( and that's the first place that she'd gone.
the only place )
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[ Perfectly understandable if she does. ]
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( it had been a good drink he'd given her before. she'll also have to figure out food later but it feels too much to ask him for that too )
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[ And also food, because if she was let out hours ago, he's assuming she has nothing to eat at the flat. ]
What's your apartment number? I can be there shortly.
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( erik, she doesn’t cook. there's no food )
Thank you.
( for the drink. and maybe for not saying i told you so )
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Not at all. [ He's the last person who could call her out on something like this, really. ] I'll see you soon.