[ He bites his lower lip, losing the smile in favor of thoughtfulness. That confirms one thing, she doesn't know how his kind work. He can't lie about it, but he can make it work for him.
It takes little for him to slip into the role of the teacher over the schemer despite how battered he's feeling. It was as natural a part of his trickster role as any of the more malicious traits he embodied, and one he finds himself increasingly fond of. It helps him shove down the doubts he had, and force his second-guessing into the background. He would share this with her, and maybe she'd be able to help him break all the rules.
It would be for the good of everyone if she did. ]
It's more literal than metaphor, excepting the pen. What do you think the difference between god and mortal is?
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It takes little for him to slip into the role of the teacher over the schemer despite how battered he's feeling. It was as natural a part of his trickster role as any of the more malicious traits he embodied, and one he finds himself increasingly fond of. It helps him shove down the doubts he had, and force his second-guessing into the background. He would share this with her, and maybe she'd be able to help him break all the rules.
It would be for the good of everyone if she did. ]
It's more literal than metaphor, excepting the pen. What do you think the difference between god and mortal is?