[There's no sense in hiding it. Nadine suspects that even without the powers he normally possesses, Flagg knows her. He knows her mind, the way she thinks, the things she holds important. He knows her as well - maybe even better - than she knows herself.]
It's small things, that they're willing to teach us, it looks like mostly element-based magic. I don't think they're willing to give us anything that's objectively 'strong' but...a little bit of water or fire can do a lot.
[Her eyes meet him, and that hunger is still there. But something else. Something almost pleased as she considers all the little implications of this current scenario.
For the first time, Nadine realizes she has true power. Maybe not much, but it's something, and there's a novel rush at the thought. There's no triumph, no entertaining any ideas such as the circumstances giving her power over him. It isn't like that. But the idea that she could be useful to him, helpful to him in new and different ways. As something closer to what he is.
It's something she's long puzzled over, if not too deeply. The world was filled with millions of women. And then some, if she understands correctly now. She doesn't know how old he is, but she'd bet everything she owns - metaphorically speaking - that Randall Flagg is not the age he appears. But out of all those seemingly limitless options, he chose her. Unremarkable, average her. Now they're finally together and she can offer him more than simply to be his eyes and his hand in foreign places, more than something he needs to protect and take care of.]
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[There's no sense in hiding it. Nadine suspects that even without the powers he normally possesses, Flagg knows her. He knows her mind, the way she thinks, the things she holds important. He knows her as well - maybe even better - than she knows herself.]
It's small things, that they're willing to teach us, it looks like mostly element-based magic. I don't think they're willing to give us anything that's objectively 'strong' but...a little bit of water or fire can do a lot.
[Her eyes meet him, and that hunger is still there. But something else. Something almost pleased as she considers all the little implications of this current scenario.
For the first time, Nadine realizes she has true power. Maybe not much, but it's something, and there's a novel rush at the thought. There's no triumph, no entertaining any ideas such as the circumstances giving her power over him. It isn't like that. But the idea that she could be useful to him, helpful to him in new and different ways. As something closer to what he is.
It's something she's long puzzled over, if not too deeply. The world was filled with millions of women. And then some, if she understands correctly now. She doesn't know how old he is, but she'd bet everything she owns - metaphorically speaking - that Randall Flagg is not the age he appears. But out of all those seemingly limitless options, he chose her. Unremarkable, average her. Now they're finally together and she can offer him more than simply to be his eyes and his hand in foreign places, more than something he needs to protect and take care of.]
You know I'll do whatever I can.