Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
Tandy knew (kinda) in a vague way that when he had been a little kid, his parents had been capital W wealthy. It was basic math, high demand versus finite supply and dad had been the definition of finite supply before you know, the supply ended. But it was a long, long time ago and that was a lot of bill paying as a pre-adolescent on behalf of a mom who just ...wasn't with it. He had an expensive habit and that was about the leftovers of the pre-dead-dad era. But whatever, he mostly had his shit together. The whole 'other 'verse' thing cramping his style or not.
The guy laughed, like Sabrina wasn't prepared for the question to come left-field. Tandy wasn't a ball-player (even when the gym teacher had dropped anvil-sized hints) but he was kind of pleased with himself for yanking the rug a little if only to even the balance. So magic was a thing, magic had rules, magic could even come from out of a book. Kinda.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Tandy said. He got the wince. He didn't have a grandmother to miss but he could imagine it, and it wasn't difficult to figure that a familial bond like the ability to fake stuff into being would be tight. The paste thing in the pot smelled like ozone and he finished the contents of his coffee cup.
"A glamor. I know this one," Tandy had read his fair share of sci-fi-fantasy. 'Before' might have loomed large but he wasn't going to like, ask. Before had forboding to it, and the guy had a freaking handprint on his arm.