because the muses in my head the merrier [canon is Wicked Lovely]

[gaancanagh]

[ he sighs, looking more than a little bit annoyed (because, who wouldn't be at this point?), but never loses his gracefulness, even as he crosses his arms and drops himself down. ]

I suppose I should just 'deal with it' like you said then?

[ there's a huff (or maybe a laugh) as Niall pushes his hair back from his face. he really doesn't have time for this. ]

I have a court to fix, Discord to charm, and more than enough personal things to attend to, and yet-- yet here I am. Playing puppet to a mortal. Wonderful.

You could at least find me Irial, or Leslie, to lessen the blow, you know.

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[delioncourt]

We are all puppets! Lessening the blow will not change that fact. Become stronger; fight for your desires. Otherwise, what is the pointing of existing?

[gaancanagh]

Oh, I know that.

[ you-- you are not helping him with this. niall sighs and cocks and eyebrow at the other, the smallest hint of a smile curling the edge of his lips.

it isn't exactly a friendly look on him.]

Become stronger? There isn't much else I can do about that without crossing some serious lines, and with peace so fragile and new-- I'd best not. As for desires, well that might be in the same boat as the stronger bit. No good will come of that.

[delioncourt]

A speaker of morality? (His teeth flash wickedly.) Tell me how to be good and how to be wicked. Do they really deserve your self-restraint?

Why not claw at them like a thing gone mad? (The experience might not last, but it's one hell of a way to go.)

[gaancanagh]

[ now that pulls a laugh from niall, something pure dark court and amused. his smile matches lestat's ]

Morality? I wouldn't go that far, I am far too prone to the wicked to speak on good.

[ but-- well the self restraint is a trait of his ] Why not manipulate them and use them to your advantage? No good would come of a mauled soldier, don't you think?

[delioncourt]

Good! Morality can become such a bore. (His expression lightens considerably and he claps his hands together.) That depends entirely on how you maul him.

[gaancanagh]

That, I think I might agree with. [sometimes, he still isn't sure where loyalty might fit on that spectrum.

there is a flash of something in his eyes about mauling. there is a network of scars along his skin that can attest to that theoretical statement, but that is neither here nor there ] True, dare I ask your advice on such a thing?

[astromancy]

[Poppet watches him with a curious interest.]

Are courts very difficult to fix?

[gaancanagh]

They are when they more or less refuse to be fixed.

[ he pauses, a small smile tugging at his lips ] Or enjoy acting like a bunch of impulsive children with no understanding of consequence...

[astromancy]

Adults can be just as impulsive as children. [She looks mildly offended that it would have to be childish.]

Is it something worth fixing, though?

[gaancanagh]

Adults can be worse than children, I assure you.

[ there is a fond look on his face at the question though. is theirhis court worth fixing? maybe not to some, but for him... ]

Always.

[astromancy]

Then that's all that really matters. Mundanes or not, if you want it done you'll find a way to do it.

[It's an optimistic look on things to be sure, but she looks utterly confident in it.]

[gaancanagh]

[ your optimism is... cute. endearing? he isn't sure, but it garners a scoff nonetheless.]

I have no doubt in that, I would just like to get it done with less distraction, because I know I will never get away with no distraction, just-- [ he shrugs ]

[astromancy]

Maybe you could make a deal - a bargain. They're tricky things, but if they're what's needed...

[gaancanagh]

[ the smile that spreads across niall's face at that is all mischief and chaos. he knows tricks better than most.]

Oh dear, that would not work well at all, I fear.

[astromancy]

[Poppet stifles a small shudder. She felt a flicker of his true nature through that smile, and it is tricky indeed.]

For you? Or for them?

[gaancanagh]

[ and that? that makes the smile widen. he can taste the discomfort, and while it isn't nearly as good as more poignant emotions, it was still enjoyable. ]

For them, of course.

[astromancy]

I had a feeling. [And Poppet's feelings were never wrong.]

Are you a magician, then? Or something...else?

[gaancanagh]

Ah [ niall's smile softens before he bows ever so lightly. he doesn't offer a hand. ]

Something else would be closer. Niall, Gancanagh fae and King of the Dark Court. Pleasure to meet you...?

[astromancy]

[Poppet curtsies, a little stunned. Fae. Faeries. Now that was something new, even for her.]

Poppet. Of the Night Circus. [Not her name at birth, but her name just the same. She thought she remembered there be importance in names among faeries when she'd read about them in books.]

SCREECHING BECAUSE I DIDNT REALIZE IT WAS THAT POPPET OMG I LOVE YOU

[gaancanagh]

[ niall's smile twitches. ]

Poppet? Lovely name. And Night Circus does sound fascinating, is it in town?

SURPRISE!

[astromancy]

Sometimes. And sometimes not. We had things of our own to fix for a time.

the best, yes. also perfect pb. well done

[gaancanagh]

Oh? You do make me want to witness this more and more.

[ though, you probably don't want him to attend. or his court. that might end-- poorly. and with more fixing.]

ah, thank you so much!

[astromancy]

We've never had an audience like yours. [She couldn't even begin to fathom what it might be like.]