I've never lived anywhere else but the Kitchen and around it. I think if my accent isn't strong, it's just because I hear accents so well that my own got muted or... combined with a lot of others.
It’s probably you just adopting a bit of everyone in the city. It’s New York, but not screaming it, you know? Mine is some strange combination of sounding English most of the time but some words get a little Greek.
I guess I never noticed really how I sound. At least, not many people talk about it. I can fake other people's accents pretty easily though, so yeah, picking up on them easily is my best guess for why my own accent isn't that strong. Who knows, maybe yours will turn New York eventually.
I'm not sure that we have a say in how our voices sound, most accents just fade or get muddled over time the longer someone is away from a certain place. Though, that's just for humans. Maybe muses can choose to sound however they want.
It is easier to sound harder when out on the streets. Not as much room to be soft, though I think compassion can always have a place.
Some. I am immune to most illnesses, I’m a bit stronger than a human of my stature. I think I could probably learn magic, I am in tune to that sort of power but I never felt the drive to harness it.
And touching me is often described as a bit addictive.
[the comfort of her, and the warmth of inspiration is something people can grow to need]
Nah, observational data only from the experiments. I have really good hearing, though. It helps with collecting the data. And a pretty sensitive touch.
[He reaches out to let his fingertips trail up her arm.]
I hope you're right. At the very least, I do believe in redemption. That our inner demons can drive us towards our better angels.
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I've never lived anywhere else but the Kitchen and around it. I think if my accent isn't strong, it's just because I hear accents so well that my own got muted or... combined with a lot of others.
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It’s probably you just adopting a bit of everyone in the city. It’s New York, but not screaming it, you know? Mine is some strange combination of sounding English most of the time but some words get a little Greek.
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Your voice was rougher when we met, but I think you lost your ‘other’ voice fairly quickly.
[she figures it was as his trust in her grew.]
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It is easier to sound harder when out on the streets. Not as much room to be soft, though I think compassion can always have a place.
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[she has finished most of her food as they’ve talked]
And this version, a little combination of the rough and the soft? You can be both.
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It's sometimes a struggle to find that balance, but also sometimes there's merit in a struggle.
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And touching me is often described as a bit addictive.
[the comfort of her, and the warmth of inspiration is something people can grow to need]
How has the balance been recently?
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[He gave her a teasing smirk, still finishing the last of his chicken parm sub.]
The balance is... going.
[His voice fades to one of less confidence there. He hasn't trusted himself fully since he tossed Bullseye off that roof.]
Some days I trust it more than others.
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[very nice flirting there.]
You’ll find it again. You have a good heart, you don’t make it this long without learning how to tell who is a good person quickly.
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[He reaches out to let his fingertips trail up her arm.]
I hope you're right. At the very least, I do believe in redemption. That our inner demons can drive us towards our better angels.
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I bet that is very useful if you are actually paying attention.
[he gives her little goosebumps at his touch, obviously he has her interest. It’s obvious right down to her heartbeat.]
I like that thinking; I quite like you in general.