[ eggsy watches closely but lacks any signs of his usual, purposeful observation, fully absorbed in this line of conversation. sitting in a hospital bed, hearing thomas speak freely about magic — it's not unlike when harry invited him into the world of kingsman when eggsy himself was at his most vulnerable. ]
[ it isn't the first time that thomas is reminded of peter. given everything he's done with eggsy, drawing parallels to his apprentice is perhaps not the best line of thought. it's only small things -- eggsy's interest, now. ]
There is one spell I quite like for demonstrative purposes, but I think I shouldn't here.
the thing is that for all of thomas' quiet dignity, for all of his control and reserve and responsibility, he was once a schoolboy who liked to play pranks on others and some of that boy has survived the last century. not unscathed, no, but he's in there somewhere.
so thomas grins, boyish and quick, and then there's a string of latin words while he takes jb and sets him down onto the ground, a little ways off from the bed and thomas himself.
and then a miniature raincloud appears above jb and starts raining. ]
[ immediately, eggsy misses the comfort of thomas' hand despite the spark of excitement over seeing magic. he uses his good hand to lean forward, watching as thomas works. the end result earns a wide smile, crinkling his eyes at the corners.
lily had also made a rain cloud for him, when they first spoke. the magic makes him think of her and james and clary — and then jb starts yapping, thoroughly unprepared for this sort of surprise indoors. ]
[ the joyous reaction makes thomas' grin soften into something more quietly pleased. he enjoys seeing this -- excitement at magic. for a while, he'd thought magic was leaving the world, but that hadn't been true at all, had it? it had come back instead. and he had grown younger again. ]
[ it's mischievous enough to please him, even if it reminds him that without harry and roxy around, he'll spending a significant portion of his recovery time alone.
his smile remains in place. ]
So, it's all just like that — bit 'o Latin, and you can do basically whatever?
well. newtonian magic is about control. thomas' is excellent, generally, though this place does seem to have a tendency of stripping it from him. not always in a way he appreciates. ]
I don't recall.
[ but he's only evasive for a moment. he can indulge eggsy in this. he wants to. and perhaps he's still feeling a little daring and amused by his raincloud stunt. ]
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Like, gravity and shit. That Isaac Newton?
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[ thomas smiles, for a moment. ]
He systematised magic.
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Cool. [ brightening. ] What does that mean for the magic?
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his shoulders lift briefly. ]
There are formae. The more you combine, the higher-order the spell. The stronger, generally, or more complex.
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Can you give me an example?
[ of a stronger, more complex spell. ]
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There is one spell I quite like for demonstrative purposes, but I think I shouldn't here.
[ he thinks, for a moment. ]
How does JB like water?
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He likes playing in sprinklers.
[ but that's about it, mate. ]
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the thing is that for all of thomas' quiet dignity, for all of his control and reserve and responsibility, he was once a schoolboy who liked to play pranks on others and some of that boy has survived the last century. not unscathed, no, but he's in there somewhere.
so thomas grins, boyish and quick, and then there's a string of latin words while he takes jb and sets him down onto the ground, a little ways off from the bed and thomas himself.
and then a miniature raincloud appears above jb and starts raining. ]
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lily had also made a rain cloud for him, when they first spoke. the magic makes him think of her and james and clary — and then jb starts yapping, thoroughly unprepared for this sort of surprise indoors. ]
Shut up! You've been holding out on me!
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It'll follow him for a little while.
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My nurse is gonna be pissed.
[ over the puddles... you betcha he looks delighted by the idea. ]
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[ there's the schoolboy he once was, peeking out again. ]
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his smile remains in place. ]
So, it's all just like that — bit 'o Latin, and you can do basically whatever?
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[ thomas nods. despite his words about not being here when the nurse comes round, he settles on the edge of the bed again. ]
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Is that why you went all serious when I asked if you used magic during sex?
[ 'cause it's about thinking through spells and whatnot. listen, he's going to take advantage of his injured state to be the woooooorst. ]
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well. newtonian magic is about control. thomas' is excellent, generally, though this place does seem to have a tendency of stripping it from him. not always in a way he appreciates. ]
I don't recall.
[ but he's only evasive for a moment. he can indulge eggsy in this. he wants to. and perhaps he's still feeling a little daring and amused by his raincloud stunt. ]
What did you imagine when you asked?