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It was a regular day for Manuel. In other words, he had nowhere to be, nothing to do, and no motivation to do anything other than wander around aimlessly.
The anniversary of his sister’s death had come and gone. The emotional turmoil had faded away, but he felt curiously flat, like it had taken the rest of his emotions with it.
He’d had a quick breakfast before he left his flat, but hadn’t even thought about eating anything since then. He didn’t know how long it had been. He wasn’t keeping track of time. He barely felt hungry, and more importantly, he didn’t care.
He walked around, considered stealing something from a convenience store he passed, just because he could, but there wasn’t anything appealing enough to be stolen even for no reason. Eventually he came to a bench, sat, and watched traffic passing by until it was making him feel irritable instead of just empty.
He stood, and that was when the lack of food finally caught up with him. The sudden change in position made his head swim, and he staggered just enough to put himself in the path of someone who’d been about to walk by.
“Sorry,” he said, once his head had cleared enough for him to realise what had happened.
The anniversary of his sister’s death had come and gone. The emotional turmoil had faded away, but he felt curiously flat, like it had taken the rest of his emotions with it.
He’d had a quick breakfast before he left his flat, but hadn’t even thought about eating anything since then. He didn’t know how long it had been. He wasn’t keeping track of time. He barely felt hungry, and more importantly, he didn’t care.
He walked around, considered stealing something from a convenience store he passed, just because he could, but there wasn’t anything appealing enough to be stolen even for no reason. Eventually he came to a bench, sat, and watched traffic passing by until it was making him feel irritable instead of just empty.
He stood, and that was when the lack of food finally caught up with him. The sudden change in position made his head swim, and he staggered just enough to put himself in the path of someone who’d been about to walk by.
“Sorry,” he said, once his head had cleared enough for him to realise what had happened.
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"Yeah," Manuel said, still feeling awkward, but it was also a relief to admit it.
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He hesitated, unsure how to answer. "You mean like do I have magic?"
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"I do," he said. "A little. It's not very strong."
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"Yeah," he agreed. "It's nothing like a pureblood's though."
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"No," he said. "My magic's not strong enough for that."
He wasn't evil enough, either.
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It would certainly explained the vampire's reaction, way back when.
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"Yeah," he said. "I don't know much about vampires but I know they really like faeries."
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"I heal faster than humans," he said. "I don't get sick much."
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"It's harder for me to get drunk," he added, wondering if that might change her perception of how sweet the deal was.
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"It can be either. It depends on the situation," Manuel said.
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"I don't really get hangovers either," he said. That one was definitely a plus.
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"I'm nocturnal," he added, wondering what she would make of that.
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