“Fixations, hmmmm?” He drew the word out slowly, like the purr of a cat lying in a sunny window. It was almost funny to him that someone who barely knew him would pick a word so dripping with negativity, like fixations were some sort of dirty little habit.
“My work would be one, melding spell work and smithing takes time and patience. When I’m in my forge, I’m completely focused on it. But hey, I guess you could call that a fixation if you want to sound dramatic.”
His mouth curled into a slow smile.
“Charity. I don’t think it’s enough to just throw money at causes, you actually have to invest yourself. Sure, I could hand over gold to anyone with a good story, but raising awareness? Now that’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
“I suppose one might say my pleasures.” The smile didn’t leave, but it took on a sly, sensual twist.
“Why only enjoy something a little when you can indulge fully? I love walking in my garden, so naturally, I make sure it’s well cared for. Massage isn’t just good for me, I relish how it makes me feel. Good food? That’s a passion. I keep the best ingredients stocked and the best chef on hand. No half-measures.”
With a small, knowing wave of his hand, he finished, “I think the world might be a better place if everyone took the time to focus on what they truly love, fixations and all.”
(Thank you for the question Anon)
