Joseph
She saw the flicker, in the same way she saw the ghosts in the gardens and streets of South Feyshore when she made her way through. But she pressed the thought aside. 

"You've probably been overestimating me, everyone seems to." She mused, and reached for his raised hand, lacing their fingers together. "What did you do, a moment ago it was flickering?"
Irene
Dayveth allowed their fingers to lace together, watching them do so. He smirked as she asked him about his hand. "Seeing as you know my history, you can probably also guess the value of hiding the said history. Not just my gifts, but the results of them, and others' gifts as well."

Dayveth released the spell and felt a niche corner of his brain relax. The shimmering reoccured, but this time, as it ended, burn marks and strange stab scars were left all over Dayveth's hand and forearm, stopping neatly at his elbow. "This is what can happen to those who lived among us. The young weren't always careful, and we had to prove ourselves, in a way."
Joseph
His hand flickered in her own, and the sigils along the length of her forearm flared to life. She winced, not having expected the response to his actions, but the burn moved through her veins to distribute a new warmth. Somewhere deep in her chest she could hear the drums of war and a thousand voices building on the wind. "I didn't realize you were skilled in glamours as well, Dayveth." She said softly, and let her fingers unlace before slinking down the length of his arm to cup his elbow. 

Looking at the scars, she got an uneasy feeling, and she inhaled slowly. If she agreed to an alliance with Wingsway, would those seeking magical refuge in Astoria and South Feyshore be persecuted? 

Anyanka let him speak, taking in his words for a moment before she nodded. "If secrecy is something you value, then we'll let it sleep." She said softly, the steam rolling around them freely as they stood so close together. "And one day, when the world is a little brighter, maybe we'll get to see each other in the light of magics completely uninhibited." She mused, and pressed herself onto her toes. The smooth tiles at the bottom of the baths were warm, and she felt the warmth move through her legs as she pressed a kiss to his lips once more.
Irene
Dayveth wasn't expecting the queen's sigils to react to his magic, hesitating before his monologue. "Glamours, hm? An interesting name, and definitely a better one," The man chuckled. He felt bad, noticing that he seemed to have harmed her as her sigils reacted.

 "I do value secrecy, but I have already trusted you with this, so its only fair I give you a taste. As for the future, that's a bold hope." Dayveth himself had thought about it before. People were scared of what they didn't understand, peasantry and nobility alike. "I can only see a powerful person who gains to seek a lot of money being the reason for magic being supported in a public place," He had always thought. His line of thinking was pushed aside as she kissed him.

Dayveth kissed her back, holding it for a moment before leaning slightly away. "I would quite like that."
Joseph
The kiss broke, and yet she couldn't steer from the topic they discussed, despite her want to. 

"From the inklings I've seen from other rulers, It's becoming less and less terrifying the more it's studied. Knowledge of it is growing, and with that will either come extinction of acceptance." 

Anya lowered herself back from her toes, letting her fingers drum against his chest as she thought. "As long as a Durkhan holds power here, they're protected."