[ Erik can't help a faint smile, some vague amusement to it. ] Your world is a wonder to me.
[ Even if it has horrible things, of that he is sure. He knows, as a matter of fact. But knowing of fairies, and trees that can feel, of people who are capable of just bringing others to life— it's so much more than what Erik's seen in his lifetime.
She must have had some good memories, there. With her friends, or even on her own. He can imagine why some experiences may have tainted her perception, but he hopes it hasn't taken everything good away.
Sometimes, he wonders that's what's happened to him. That all the bad experiences he's been put through are slowly driving away what remains good in him. ]
I didn't, for a very long time. Decades, [ He admits. ] It's been... a rediscovery. I'm not sure I even remember all of the customs right. It's been forty years.
Fillory is strange and special. There's a reason it was so wonderfully weird that it inspired a book series in my world, where even though we knew it was impossible, a lot of kids like me still believed it was real.
[ Because it felt real. The books were taken from real adventures that happened and as fantastical as they were, that authenticity could be felt through the page. Plover turned out to be a monster, but the books were never his stories in the first place. Eventually Julia shoved Fillory out of her heart and mind, believing she had to focus on the real world and let go of the fantasy. She was so happy to be wrong in that regard.
She hasn't lost all of the light in her yet, but she would say the same of him. Otherwise they wouldn't be here now like this, surrounded with the light of unnatural flowers and butterflies. ]
Maybe it's like riding a bike, once you get started again.
[ Faith is no simple subject. She's only started to understand worship herself. ]
no subject
[ Even if it has horrible things, of that he is sure. He knows, as a matter of fact. But knowing of fairies, and trees that can feel, of people who are capable of just bringing others to life— it's so much more than what Erik's seen in his lifetime.
She must have had some good memories, there. With her friends, or even on her own. He can imagine why some experiences may have tainted her perception, but he hopes it hasn't taken everything good away.
Sometimes, he wonders that's what's happened to him. That all the bad experiences he's been put through are slowly driving away what remains good in him. ]
I didn't, for a very long time. Decades, [ He admits. ] It's been... a rediscovery. I'm not sure I even remember all of the customs right. It's been forty years.
Maybe we can wrap on this one!
[ Because it felt real. The books were taken from real adventures that happened and as fantastical as they were, that authenticity could be felt through the page. Plover turned out to be a monster, but the books were never his stories in the first place. Eventually Julia shoved Fillory out of her heart and mind, believing she had to focus on the real world and let go of the fantasy. She was so happy to be wrong in that regard.
She hasn't lost all of the light in her yet, but she would say the same of him. Otherwise they wouldn't be here now like this, surrounded with the light of unnatural flowers and butterflies. ]
Maybe it's like riding a bike, once you get started again.
[ Faith is no simple subject. She's only started to understand worship herself. ]
If you wanted to. No pressure.