Note: This story is a follow-up. Click here for the previous entry.
"Alistair, it's time for you to give up these childish hobbies. It was cute when you were a kid, but I really thought you'd outgrow this by now. Dollmaking is a witch's art. It's just not… healthy for a warlock your age. You understand?"
He didn't. What he did understand was that this was the kind of conversation where whatever he said wasn't going to be heard. The decision had already been made long before his mentor entered the room. His opinion was not being asked for, he was being asked to just agree.
Still, perhaps there was a way out of this, Alistair thought. Perhaps if he gave his mentor what he wanted without too much of a fight, he'd allow a little indulgence. "Oh, okay… I-I guess I won't make any more then. That's good, right?" he offered hesitatingly.
this story is as excruciating as it was when this one first saw it. brilliantly written.