Darius/Cormac - Complete!
Cormac had been to one too many of these ball things. He’d decided it just that minute. He’d known about it since the first time he accompanied Ems to one, but it was only now that he chose to fully acknowledge it. There was a certain feeling that washed over him. Maybe it was acceptance that he’d be attending a lot more of these in the future.
He’d managed to get to sneak down to the commoner’s room, which was nice. The people there were less stuffy and were more willing to give him some air. There was none of that ‘need to be polite to Emily’s temporary accessory’. Even though he’d gained a small touch of notoriety due to the deciphering the properties that made the cure, they still saw him for what he was; a commoner. He clearly had no problems with this. He could just let them die the next time they needed help. Except he wouldn’t. They usually paid real well.
Such was the life of a man of numbers.
Catching a very familiar sight, he walked over toward the man, just as his mother seemed to wander off. “I see you made it,” he said by way of greeting.
A familiar voice that he wasn’t trying to police out of getting into potential fights, or had already been in fights with was a relief. “Hey, man.” With a slight nod of his head, Darius chin jutted up in greeting briefly. “Having fun?” A joking smile would accompany the question. Of course this wasn’t Cormac’s idea of fun, just like it wasn’t Darius’, or at least, that was what the younger mage had to assume. The idea of being stuffed in this monkey suit, and having to behave - which was probably much easier for him than it was the other man - wasn’t appealing to anyone who had a lick of common sense.
“Drink your weight in booze yet?” One of the great things about having to attend horrible parties like this, at least they had great alcohol, and an open bar.
“No. Not yet,” Cormac answered ambiguously. It applied to both his questions really. “Will probably not be drinking my weight in anything. I’m expecting most of the other room to be asking for house calls in the morning. Some of them might even tip well,” he said before raising his glass to his companion. “It’s amazing what finding a cure for an incurable magical disease can get you,” he said with a frown. “I never did follow-up on how you dealt with it. Family and friends make it out okay?”
“Point.” An easy nod of his head followed at Cormac’s logic behind not abusing the hell out of the free booze offered. Admittedly, Darius probably wouldn’t either, even if it was tempting. He liked to drink, but it had never fully been his best stress relief method up until this time. Though, he didn’t really have many good methods either if he were honest.
A hand rose, no glass in it, but returning the toast regardless. “Yeah, you did good, man.” Darius’ own involvement in the whole mess felt less than appealing, or significant. He wasn’t even really worth being credited at all by the end of the day in his own opinion. “Yeah, everyone came out alright.” How he dealt with it could easily be tossed aside, it was better not to answer that question if he could get away with. “You were good with all of that, yeah?”
“Honestly? I’m surprised I didn’t get murdered by the disease. Or any of us did.” By ‘us’ he had meant the entire healing community. Near the end, they were even recruiting crazy unorthodox healers that shook chickens at people (if only to calm the patients down until they could get someone professional to help them.)
“That thing was nasty. Glad I got a good look at it out in Cammon before it struck the city.” While he’d failed the first time and could only help to subdue the symptoms like the others, he felt was just happy he didn’t get blindsided by it. “I hope we never see anything like it again,” he said before taking a sip of his drink, then nearly choking on it. He’d felt a rumble of clear distaste of his preferences. And that was followed by a little coughing fit.