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[fateality]

So, as it turns out, you probably really, really shouldn't be lookin' for our local angry dead elf guy.

Not that I was lookin', but he's out there and not doin' too great.

Anyway. Point is, if you need a drink, I'm feelin' generous enough to buy. Swing by, if you're feelin' it.



Oh yeah, Pete. Got your horse. Come get it, whenever.

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[fateality]

It ain't your fault. I was gonna be out there anyhow.

How exactly are you gonna give me magic anyway?

[boneafide]

...Why were you going to be out there anyway?

I don't know, some... magic... infusion thing! I've never done it before. But it can probably be done with my healing magic! Or something.

[fateality]

Had to grab somethin' for a friend, and I found another treat along the way. You were on my mind, but that's when I got a little interrupted.

You sure you wanna take that gamble?

[boneafide]

Yes.

[fateality]

...Ah, jeez.

All right. We can give this a shot.

[boneafide]

I'm positive that nothing bad is going to happen!

[fateality]

Well, how could I refuse such delightful optimism?

Where should I see you, Great Papyrus?

[boneafide]

Well, I have a room at the inn! Even though I'm not using it much. There, maybe?

[fateality]

I'm already downstairs, so I can come right up, then.

[boneafide]

Room fifteen!!

action, baby

[fateality]

[And at room 15, he gives a little knock.

Twisted Fate is standing outside the door; he's already bandaged his arms and throat since his run-in with Koltira, but it bothers him less than the magic being torn from him.]

I'm putting this as before Papyrus encounters koltira just because it hasnt been threaded yet

[boneafide]

[ The door opens, and Papyrus invites Fate in- the room looks meticulously clean, as if no one even is living here. ]

Thank you for coming! Just take a seat anywhere!

makes sense!

[fateality]

[Something that he does take note of. Does a skeleton even need to sleep? He hasn't inquired much about the nature of how Papyrus lives.

When Fate glances up at Papyrus, his eyes no longer glow their magical, vibrant blue. There is no glow, just a calm violet color to the irises.]

Sure thing.

[Twisted Fate pulls up a rickety wooden chair, taking a seat.]

Need me to do anything else?

[boneafide]

No, I think that'll be fine.

[ He's never done this before. Not like, a transfer of magic to anyone before, let alone from a monster to a human. Worst case scenario, he thinks, nothing will happen. It just won't work. Best case is it does! It shouldn't hurt either of them, either way.

Papyrus takes a seat on the bed near said chair, and holds out his hand. Still gloved, but that shouldn't matter. ]

Maybe it'll be easier if we're holding hands. I've never done this before, so... it might not work. But at least then I tried?

[fateality]

That's all right. I appreciate you givin' this a shot.

Plus, it ain't like I'm adverse to your company.

[Which is... more true than he'd care to really, truly admit to himself. But there it is.

Twisted Fate slips his hand into Papyrus's, offering him a faint smile.]

[boneafide]

[ Papyrus blushes a little, you know- holding hands with a handsome guy, and also being told he likes his company- look. He's a simple skeleton.

But it's time to be serious, and he takes in a deep breath.

It starts first as healing magic, like he said it would. He knows how to work with this at least, and gently, like how one feels goosebumps, healing magic works it's way through Fate's body. Although he's already properly bandaged, the magic itself works to repair whatever damage it can- bruises, cuts, anything left unhealed.

It's maybe a minute or two after this that the healing magic is pulled back and slowed to a trickle, and it feels maybe a little different. Not quite like the same warmth of healing magic, but colder and a little stranger. It seeps into the healing magic feeling like a chill, not an unpleasant feeling one- just strange, and odd, and barely there.

But it's enough to kickstart something in Fate. Maybe bring back a little of his own magic, revitalize himself somewhat. ]

[fateality]

[The pain on his arms and neck, at least, does fade and anything lingering inside of him from when his magic had been ripped away from him. To be honest, he doesn't expect much, but he's willing to let Papyrus give this a try.

Something new comes into the feeling, the chill.

His eyes glow, just a little. A card in his pocket gives a passing tremor.

It isn't gone. Just faded.

Twisted Fate looks at Papyrus and smiles, the expression much warmer than his previous more arrogant ones. He gives his hand a squeeze.]

Thank you.

[boneafide]

[ As the chill passes, Papyrus sighs and exhausts his attempt to give Fate some of his own magic. It worked, and it's not enough to do much for Fate, but it's enough to give him a little bit of his own spark back. It certainly was a tiring attempt, but... he's glad he did it, especially when he feels that squeeze on his hand and the smile on Fate's face. ]

You're welcome! I'm glad it worked!

[fateality]

[Really, he hadn't expected anything, but would have thanked Papyrus for his attempts in helping anyway.

He can't say he's ever met a skeleton with such a big damned heart.]

Me too.

Is there anythin' you want me to do in return?

[boneafide]

Oh no, you being better is good for me!

[And, cue a yawn.]

Anyway, I'm going to go back out now!! Back on patrol!!

[fateality]

Awfully sweet of you.

[That makes him pause.]

For what? You're not goin' back out to see him, are ya?

[boneafide]

Well, yes! I have to make sure no one else goes out to see him!

[fateality]

Well, I reckon you know how to be safe about it. Just keep your distance, all right?

[boneafide]

Oh, yes, definitely!! I really don't want my wrist broken again!!

[fateality]

[AGAIN. holy shit]

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

[Twisted Fate leans in quick, giving Papyrus a peck on the forehead. Yep, that sure is bony, but he does like the skeleton and he does sincerely want him to be safe.]

Keep me updated, yeah?