I'll forgive you when you stop acting like you don't matter enough.
[ He's means it, though it probably would have been more accurate to phrase it as: I want you to know you matter. If not now, then soon. And if not soon, then eventually. Don't let it be never. ]
It'll prob'ly be a while. Work-in-progress. ...But thanks for remindin' me.
[ Day has the kind of smile where he's grateful for Ginger's sentiment, but he also feels helpless because... He's spent the past five years living with that reality, and it's not going to go away so easily, unfortunately. But he can try.
Day pauses for a moment, to set the cup of blood down in the circle, and to wipe the blood on the dagger clean. He is going to be using it himself in a while, after all. Then, he snaps his fingers to don a different outfit, something which he discovered was in his selection a while after he came back from the Southern mission. ]
Hopefully, the spirits will find this to their tastes...
But it's your face. I think I'm gonna be pretty disappointed if I ever meet another angel and they don't stack up.
[ His sample size is just one (1) yet Day sounds so confident saying this... ]
Aight, we should prob'ly get this done while the night's still young. [ He clears his throat. How long has it been since he's had to perform like this? ] You good with watchin'?
[ It's honestly... nothing special at all; it's the opposite. ]
The neighborhood kids used to call me a freak, actually.
[ But he waves that away. At least this banter has eased up the tension a little. He is still very aware that the bulk of responsibility tonight is on Day's shoulders - and the knowledge sits awkward in his belly. If he can't help, he can at least be here for Day, right? He can witness this ritual and hold this memory within him. ]
I'm not saying this will happen, but is there a warning sign I should look out for? If something goes wrong?
[ Day has this look on his face that could be aptly described as "You can't just say something like that and then try to wave it away? The fuck? Who do you think I am?", compressed into a smile that is just a smidge too serene. Like how Ginger asked him that night whether he was angry because he kept smiling.
He also says, equally serenely, tone even and in blatant contrast to its actual content: ]
[ And then without skipping a beat, he lapses into a more thoughtful look as he considers Ginger's question as if he didn't just Say Shit literally 10 seconds ago. ]
I guess if on some off-chance somethin' happens and it don't look like somethin' out of the night sky, maybe start worryin'. And if I can't heal my cut, maybe that means the spirits ain't happy with me.
[ Otherwise, he's not sure what else to watch out for? Idk my bff, this is uncharted territory and he knows he's kind of just bullshitting his way to a result. ]
[ He just looks vaguely amused and nods. They really were a bunch of idiot kids - and so was he… for letting that insult bother him even now. ]
Okay. [ Said on a low sigh, all levity washed away, like he’s the one preparing for this. ] I’ll get you to safety if something happens that doesn’t look right.
Thanks. [ He gives a small smile, though he pauses at how whatever levity there was just disappears. He knows that Ginger must be uneasy because he's still the one handling most of this, while Ginger can't contribute much else. Day feels a little bad about it, especially because he's also doing this for somewhat selfish reasons.
Perhaps, it's a little absurd for him to say this, considering what he's about to do and what Ginger is supposed to be watching, but—
First and foremost, Day wants to live by this maxim, and tries his hardest to do so: "Love is smiling at your troubles." At the very least, he doesn't want this to become a sad or painful memory for either of them. ]
...I know this is gonna sound kinda silly since we're 'bout to do a blood ritual and all, but try and enjoy the show? [ He wraps his prayer beads around his right hand and wrist. ] It ain't like I get to use magic like this every day.
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I'm gonna have to ask for your pardon this time. [ ... ] Been a long time since I didn't have to say this kinda thing.
[ ...Not since his sister, now that he thinks about it. That feels forever ago now. ]
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[ He's means it, though it probably would have been more accurate to phrase it as: I want you to know you matter. If not now, then soon. And if not soon, then eventually. Don't let it be never. ]
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[ Day has the kind of smile where he's grateful for Ginger's sentiment, but he also feels helpless because... He's spent the past five years living with that reality, and it's not going to go away so easily, unfortunately. But he can try.
Day pauses for a moment, to set the cup of blood down in the circle, and to wipe the blood on the dagger clean. He is going to be using it himself in a while, after all. Then, he snaps his fingers to don a different outfit, something which he discovered was in his selection a while after he came back from the Southern mission. ]
Hopefully, the spirits will find this to their tastes...
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[ He manages a snort at that, weary but real. Because of course, Day’s a good-looking man. ]
They seem to appreciate the pretty things. Every… wizard… here is striking in some way.
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[ He feels like he should at least say this before he gets this show on the road. ]
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[ Nothing special! ]
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[ His sample size is just one (1) yet Day sounds so confident saying this... ]
Aight, we should prob'ly get this done while the night's still young. [ He clears his throat. How long has it been since he's had to perform like this? ] You good with watchin'?
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[ It's honestly... nothing special at all; it's the opposite. ]
The neighborhood kids used to call me a freak, actually.
[ But he waves that away. At least this banter has eased up the tension a little. He is still very aware that the bulk of responsibility tonight is on Day's shoulders - and the knowledge sits awkward in his belly. If he can't help, he can at least be here for Day, right? He can witness this ritual and hold this memory within him. ]
I'm not saying this will happen, but is there a warning sign I should look out for? If something goes wrong?
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He also says, equally serenely, tone even and in blatant contrast to its actual content: ]
Then they're a bunch of idiots.
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I guess if on some off-chance somethin' happens and it don't look like somethin' out of the night sky, maybe start worryin'. And if I can't heal my cut, maybe that means the spirits ain't happy with me.
[ Otherwise, he's not sure what else to watch out for? Idk my bff, this is uncharted territory and he knows he's kind of just bullshitting his way to a result. ]
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Okay. [ Said on a low sigh, all levity washed away, like he’s the one preparing for this. ] I’ll get you to safety if something happens that doesn’t look right.
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Perhaps, it's a little absurd for him to say this, considering what he's about to do and what Ginger is supposed to be watching, but—
First and foremost, Day wants to live by this maxim, and tries his hardest to do so: "Love is smiling at your troubles." At the very least, he doesn't want this to become a sad or painful memory for either of them. ]
...I know this is gonna sound kinda silly since we're 'bout to do a blood ritual and all, but try and enjoy the show? [ He wraps his prayer beads around his right hand and wrist. ] It ain't like I get to use magic like this every day.