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[coyandcryptic]

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[sateless]

It wastes nothing, when a youth sacrifices to maintain the integrity of his family's name. It's a noble gesture. Unless it doesn't work out.

And yet I feel compelled to ask: beautiful soul or a beautiful face? What do you know of this little narc aside from the fact he values social currency with the Clave over whatever it is you've shown him of yourself?

[coyandcryptic]

Of course, you were always more traditionally-minded than I was.

And such a romantic, Vlad. :P I don't know. Honestly. I don't know. I just have a feeling about him. There's something there. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Too long. Too long to sit back and watch this happen.

[sateless]

Speak to me of romance when I'm not pretending I haven't noticed you're nursing a pet crush on the son of some of Valentine's first groupies.

Say you intervene. How do you see it ending, best case scenario?

[coyandcryptic]

He's marrying politically to try and repair that very damage. And I know what a crush feels like, I ought to after this long, it isn't a crush.

Best case? We have a life together. His life together.

[sateless]

I was thinking more along the lines of: with excoriating rejection and you ugly crying into a martini. But okay.

Clearly, you must act.

[coyandcryptic]

That's not remotely what's happening. ...I finished the martini already.

I can't tell if you're being sarcastic.

[sateless]

I'm being perfectly sincere.

[coyandcryptic]

You think there might be a chance? That's remarkably un-cynical of you.

[sateless]

I think your soldier boy is on a fool's errand, because there's not an ounce of integrity to be salvaged in any of the old Clave patronymics. I think it's appalling how easily the past is forgotten -- or propagandized.

I think no matter what happens, it'll be interesting.

[coyandcryptic]

That's more like you.

I did receive an invitation to the wedding. From his sister, who thinks as highly of this whole affair as I do, and you do.

[sateless]

Is it open bar?

[coyandcryptic]

It's at the Institute, Vlad, you can't crash Alexander's wedding. And anyway, they wouldn't have your brand.

[sateless]

I didn't mean for me.

[coyandcryptic]

I somehow doubt I'll be in a celebratory mood enough to partake of an open bar.

[sateless]

Who said anything about celebration?

Though now you've mentioned it, I could use a drink or four. This talk of the Clave sours my mood.
Recommend me someplace I can experience the patois of Brooklyn without suffering the stench of hipster beard oil and vape smoke.

[coyandcryptic]

I suppose if things don't go my way, I could take a few minutes for a free drink or two before leaving.

Or four. The Hunter's Moon has several types on tap, plasma if you're in the mood for something stronger, and it's not a mundane hangout. Werewolves, yes, hipsters, no. I would say you're welcome to visit, but I'll be in a mood, there may not be much talking.

[sateless]

[ they have very different definitions of "on tap". ]

I'm well acquainted with moods. If you're in one, maybe you should come out. Make as public a show of shrugging this off as you did bringing it up.

I'd hate for you to end up like I did: your humiliating failure at courting a mortal immortalized by some stalkery second-rate writer, dogging your every step for the next couple centuries. Or months, anyway.

Do they have gossip columns in Idris, I wonder.

[coyandcryptic]

I hadn't even thought of that.

[There's a pause in the texting while Magnus digests the full horror of this idea.]

I need to do something. You're entirely right. I need to put in an appearance at the wedding.

[sateless]

Walking telenovela, as I've said.

Don't accumulate regrets, is my advice. And if you're spurned? Come out with me, get drunk as fuck, and let me be your wingman for a hookup with someone else just as young and pretty as your soldier boy.