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"no" his voice had become more horse, he had been screaming when Shadow was away. his throat hurting Angelo mimed eating.
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Shadow nodded, and stood up. "Oh...here, before we go down." He walked over to his dresser and pulled the drawer with the outfits in it open. "There is proper clothing in here, if you would like to put something on before we go down. If not..." He trailed off as he headed for the door and stood by it.
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making motions of washing up he looked at the drawer.
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"The washroom is down the hall. I will go and start on something to eat, all right? Come down when you are ready." Giving him some privacy, Shadow headed back to his kitchen to start on a meal for them.
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smiling sadly he walked down the hall to the washroom. slowly washing up Angelo thought about what had happend. this was so different then what he had ever seen in his life. different then what they had said that his life would be as a slave. reaching back to clean off the blood that should have been on his back only to find scars that were healed mostly and a clean back. grabbing his new clothes he pulled him on and hurried down.
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Shadow was in the process of picking and choosing ingredients. He wasn't sure what to make, for he didn't know what Angelo's tastes were food-wise.
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walking in he pulled gently on shadows outfit. stepping back he waited.
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Shadow turned around, puzzled. He was looking at the new spices he'd purchased from the market. They had been surprisingly cheap today. "Hello," he greeted, studying him. "I was just thinking about what I should make...what do you like? Also...how are those clothes--do you like them?" He seemed content.
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"hurts, not spicey" Angelo tried not to speak to loudly that it would hurt him to much. "there ok."
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Shadow nodded over to his sink. "You should drink some more. It will help relieve the pain." He turned back to his supplies and finally decided he would make a mild stew of mostly vegetables and a little bit of meat. That would be easy on the throat.
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returning to the room Angelo go the glass and came back down the stairs. he still did not trust this man but he could be civil, since he had no other place to go. filling the glass he drank it down, while he watched Shadow cook.
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Shadow seemed to lose himself while he cooked. It was a pleasant hobby of his, and he was quite an excellent chef. He could make a gourmet meal with very little supplies. He was glad that Angelo was a little more comfortable, now.
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only a squeek came out when Angelo went to ask if dinner would be ready soon because if it was not he needed something to eat now. he blushed hiding his face behind his curly hair.
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Shadow glanced back at him, smiling at his blush. "That was a peculiar sound. Dinner will be ready quite soon--this doesn't take much time to cook. Five minutes, at most. Don't forget that I can read your thoughts...if you think what you want to say, I should be able to communicate with you and you don't have to speak."
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that would be nice, I am hungry. its not pig slop is it? his old habit of insults was coming back.
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"Come see for yourself. I'm an excellent cook--the quality of food in this household is something you don't need to worry about." Shadow shifted over a bit so he could see what was cooking.
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walking over Angelo looked into the pot, sniffing he grabbed one of the herbs that was sitting around and tossed it in. that should make it better, more flavor.
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Shadow stirred it in, contently. "You are probably right about that. I don't want to make it too overwhelming, because of your throat." He waited a while longer, stirring, and then took the pot off the fire, setting it down nearby. "There. That should work."
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grams always said that those aided in making a sore throat better. he sighed sadly at the thought that he would never see her again. she was a good gram.
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Shadow, in the process of fetching two bowls, paused and frowned before grabbing them. "She is in a better place, now, and all the turbulence from that night is gone...ousted out of her mind, and the minds of everyone who perished there. They are at peace." He was not a religious man, but he did believe in some sort of afterlife. He held a bowl out to him.
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taking the bowl Angelo nodded. maybe your right, she will be reborn soon anyways, unless the trickster had a new place for her.
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Shadow spooned out some of the stew for himself, then stepped aside. "This grandmother of yours...how professional was she at determining if someone had powers of not? If she was a bona fide professional, then there are only two reasons why she could have missed your powers. I can tell you have powers. Trust me on that one."
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gram's was gifted with the Finders gift, she looked at me for hours trying to see if I did. the gift never showed her anything. Angelo's shoulders tightens at the talk of him having gifts. I cant have gifts, if I did they would have come out when I tried to make them when we were under attack.
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"There are some gifts that cannot be detected using the Finders gift." Shadow started on the stew, finding it quite good. "Mm...as for your other concern...some gifts can't be used until they're pried open...and some aren't based on emotion, or desire to push them forward."
He paused. "You feel guilty about not being able to help using powers, correct? Like I said...some gifts need to be pried open by someone else's hand in order to work...and if these gifts were able to slip under the Finders gift and not be detected...so...if there was no way for you to access and use those powers..." he trailed off, letting Angelo put the pieces together. It wouldn't have been his fault... |
so your telling me that there are gifts that wont wake unless someone wakes them for you? a glimmer of hope opened in his mind.
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