servinglies.

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            ❛  Where did you find this? I haven’t seen such a thing in centuries…  ❜  Fingers slide over the object, dirt revealing runes so old it takes a moment for him to remember how to read them. A strange feeling seems to overtake him for a moment, and he reaches back to times that ended so long ago ; before his hand closes over it again, and his gaze turns up.

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            ❛  I don’t know what it is that you expect of me, but I cannot help you with this, nor should you possess it. It’s better if I take it.  ❜

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the eye’s history is longer than dylan can comprehend, and impossible to count — too many times has it fallen off of history’s pages, relocated and changed only for the next generations to use its potential once again for anyone to permanently chronicle its journey in a way that would not get lost in time… and the same mystery clouds the oldest magical objects hidden deep within its collections.  “ i CAN’T let you do that. i ain’t mine to give away. ”   

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it’s half a reassurance, half warning — this conversation will end with dylan holding the ring, but hopefully in mutual understanding or civil disagreement: he’s not here to pick a fight if he doesn’t need one.   “ if it makes you feel better, it’s not mine to use either. ”   the look the other gave it was too long  ( too longing, almost )  for dylan to have doubts: he might actually walk out with information this time.   “ i’m just looking for some answers before it goes back on its shelf. ”

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