The word bounces around in his head as he stares at the brand on his palm, then at the incantation floating before him. Siren. Powerful. Beautiful. Lethal. Frequently led men to their doom. Peter had heard stories, of course, nighttime tales meant to frighten and warn away from the dangers of hubris, but he never thought they were real. And if Ravagers weren't meant to mess with magic, the case for Sirens was a completely different level of Never. Fucking. Ever.
His mind is racing with >possibilities. He knows he should refuse. He's in way over his head. Everything about this screamed wrong.
But he's speaking before he realizes it: ] What's the catch? There's always a catch.
no subject
The word bounces around in his head as he stares at the brand on his palm, then at the incantation floating before him. Siren. Powerful. Beautiful. Lethal. Frequently led men to their doom. Peter had heard stories, of course, nighttime tales meant to frighten and warn away from the dangers of hubris, but he never thought they were real. And if Ravagers weren't meant to mess with magic, the case for Sirens was a completely different level of Never. Fucking. Ever.
His mind is racing with >possibilities. He knows he should refuse. He's in way over his head. Everything about this screamed wrong.
But he's speaking before he realizes it: ] What's the catch? There's always a catch.