[This thing he's gotten himself into is, and this is no exaggeration, the absolutely best thing that ever could have happened to his career. Dangerous? Oh, yes. Of course it is. He'd be stupid not to realize how many people Jack's killed over the past, what, like two weeks? That alone ought to tip him off, never mind his reputation. But if you can get past that (and Rhys is so confident that he alone can get past that, because he's smart), well. Apprentice to the sorcerer in the land has its perks.
Like: the networking. Like: the insanely detailed and enormously competent library Jack has amassed. Like: he literally gets to study the master at work. Like, think anything about his morals you want, but at the end of the day, the guy is successful, and that's what matters. Plus, well . . . sure, maybe there's a bit of a crush situation going on here, but you know what, that's fine. Plenty of people have a crush on their heroes. Fewer get to work with them, but like, again, it's not like Rhys ever set out to be like other people. At least it isn't utterly unreturned: not a crush, maybe, but Jack clearly has been looking at him. Not overwhelmingly, not to the point of discomfort, but . . . looking, here and there. It's not as if Rhys hasn't encouraged it, all form-fitting leggings beneath his robes (which are, of course, all perfectly tailored to fit his frame). It's good. It's flattering.
It's going to get him ahead.
It's been four weeks. And now Jack wants to see the fruits of his labor . . .
The important thing, Rhys knows, is to impress him. That above all else is vital. Any act of audacity can be excused if it's impressive; a fumbling pass and a few light-up tricks aren't going to cut it. He's got a few things planned, clever tricks that range from cheeky to ambitious, but first . . .
A bow, short and swift, as he takes in the open bottle of wine.]
I have a few things ready, if you wanted to leap right in . . .
[Not that he does, exactly, but he'll let Jack dictate the beats of this meeting.]
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Date: 2021-08-23 05:02 pm (UTC)Like: the networking. Like: the insanely detailed and enormously competent library Jack has amassed. Like: he literally gets to study the master at work. Like, think anything about his morals you want, but at the end of the day, the guy is successful, and that's what matters. Plus, well . . . sure, maybe there's a bit of a crush situation going on here, but you know what, that's fine. Plenty of people have a crush on their heroes. Fewer get to work with them, but like, again, it's not like Rhys ever set out to be like other people. At least it isn't utterly unreturned: not a crush, maybe, but Jack clearly has been looking at him. Not overwhelmingly, not to the point of discomfort, but . . . looking, here and there. It's not as if Rhys hasn't encouraged it, all form-fitting leggings beneath his robes (which are, of course, all perfectly tailored to fit his frame). It's good. It's flattering.
It's going to get him ahead.
It's been four weeks. And now Jack wants to see the fruits of his labor . . .
The important thing, Rhys knows, is to impress him. That above all else is vital. Any act of audacity can be excused if it's impressive; a fumbling pass and a few light-up tricks aren't going to cut it. He's got a few things planned, clever tricks that range from cheeky to ambitious, but first . . .
A bow, short and swift, as he takes in the open bottle of wine.]
I have a few things ready, if you wanted to leap right in . . .
[Not that he does, exactly, but he'll let Jack dictate the beats of this meeting.]