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[smilelikeaknife]

Some people are so peculiar about wishes.

Make your dreams come true.

A dream is a wish the heart makes.

Be careful what you wish for.

If wishes were fishes beggars would eat.

A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true.

Wish for something, or not, fair City.

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[smilelikeaknife]

I already have a list of playthings, Edward.

[A smoke ring surrounds his head, thick and strong.]

[enigmaestro]

[He coughs, having inevitably breathed some of it in.]

And they all -- [Exhale.] Mean different things for you?

[smilelikeaknife]

[Desire looks up at him, and smiles; a cat-smile, a knife-smile, a beautiful smile. The smile says absolutely nothing, but it is incredible.]

[enigmaestro]

[He stared back, frowning in response.]

You needn't display hints of your power before me, you know.

[smilelikeaknife]

I would hate for you to forget.

[enigmaestro]

That's not what this is just about. Is it? Not merely a reminder, as you said before you could make just a reminder an easy punishment.

[smilelikeaknife]

I'm not interested in punishing you, Edward.

[Today, anyway.]

[enigmaestro]

Apparently not. [He sucks in a breath, then exhales. His body tingles.]

Though I haven't been the most loyal.

[smilelikeaknife]

Now, now.

Is this the time to remind me of that?

[enigmaestro]

You haven't yet forgotten.

[smilelikeaknife]

No, I haven't.

And yet I'm not punishing you.

[enigmaestro]

Which I find very interesting. [He said, walking over to the chair that contained Desire. He placed one hand on either of the armrests and leaned closer to it.]

And, admittedly, rather pleasant.

[smilelikeaknife]

[Desire looks up, and the smile is sharper than it was before]

I suppose it should be. To be favored of Desire and suffer nothing for the honor.

[enigmaestro]

Mm, true. That's a rather exceptional situation, isn't it?

[smilelikeaknife]

You're not the first.

[Desire isn't in the chair, then, it's on the desk, just out of reach again]

[enigmaestro]

And I won't be the last. [Another smug smile. He doesn't move away.]

I'm probably not even alone in the City.

[smilelikeaknife]

Who else do you think has that in the City, Edward?

[enigmaestro]

Eridan Ampora. My ward.

[smilelikeaknife]

Yes.

[For now.]

[enigmaestro]

My -- [A beat.] For all intended purposes, a son to me.

[smilelikeaknife]

I know who he is, Edward. I haven't hurt him.

[enigmaestro]

Yet.

He knows he's playing with fire, he simply thinks he can escape with minor burns.

[smilelikeaknife]

It's very charming, your feelings for him.

[enigmaestro]

He's my ward.

[smilelikeaknife]

Yes, I know.