[ It's not a power that's particularly easy for Matt to access, or to wield, but it's still one he respects.
He's about to say something else about the intersection of magic and poetry when Abel makes his gentle inquiry into his tastes. Matt's grin is not, of course, visible, but his amusement likely trickles through as he replies: ]
But as for what tickles my fancy ...
[ It's such a quaint turn of phrase. Abel's full of them, it seems. Anyway, Matt's been using Rimbaud as a focus tonight, but quoting from Genie seems obscurely like cheating. Better make it Baudelaire. ]
Volupté, sois toujours ma reine. Prends le masque d'une sirène faite de chair et de velours,
Ou verse-moi tes sommeils lourds dans le vin informe et mystique, volupté, fantôme élastique ...
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[ It's not a power that's particularly easy for Matt to access, or to wield, but it's still one he respects.
He's about to say something else about the intersection of magic and poetry when Abel makes his gentle inquiry into his tastes. Matt's grin is not, of course, visible, but his amusement likely trickles through as he replies: ]
But as for what tickles my fancy ...
[ It's such a quaint turn of phrase. Abel's full of them, it seems. Anyway, Matt's been using Rimbaud as a focus tonight, but quoting from Genie seems obscurely like cheating. Better make it Baudelaire. ]
Volupté, sois toujours ma reine.
Prends le masque d'une sirène
faite de chair et de velours,
Ou verse-moi tes sommeils lourds
dans le vin informe et mystique,
volupté, fantôme élastique ...
So, you know.
That kind of thing.