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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 3 years

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Born Into the Wilds - Snippet

I’m back! I’m sorry. Renovating and preparing to move has eaten so much of my time and energy. So here’s a snippet of what I’m working on. All the magic stuff!

With an excited grin he drew his kukris, weighting them in his hands for a moment before a slight frown of concentration marred his expression. He reached inward, towards the pools of magic – one wild and wilful, the other foreign and much more sophisticated. This wasn't the first time he tried to use both in tandem, but it was the first time where Nyx was actively aware of it happening and not in any kind of danger while doing so.

Sohe took the time to compare them both and feel how they interacted with each other. It was utterly fascinating.

The Lucian magic had always felt artificial to him – constructed and warped for a specific purpose – but he had never realised how much this was the case, until his own unique magic had sparked. It was a bit like looking through a cracked window, but the shards were coloured crystal that moved against each other in different patterns depending on how he wanted to use it. It was rigid, but with a surprising amount of flexibility. If he were honest, it had a beauty all its own.

His own magic couldn't be more different if it tried, but still the two of them seemed to find ways to fit together. Like they had when he had fallen down Tealpar Crag and had warped using the lightning of his own inherent magic.

To start with, he did some simple warp-strikes for a warm-up. Just how his instructor in the Kingsglaive had shown him. During this exercise he had a close eye on the Lucian magic. For the first time he really noticed what it was doing and he couldn't help but wonder why that was. Maybe because it hadn't really interested him before?

No matter. What was important was the here and now. With each warp strike he was about to execute the shards of Lucian magic turned a glittering blue. The same colour of the residue left behind and falling from his skin with every warp. He would have to talk with Crowe about that.

Warping had always as easy as breathing to him. In Nyx' mind it had always been a bit like pouncing his prey. Maybe that was why he was so good at it. After his last leaped warp down from a rock that was at least twice as large as he was, he came to a stop. Every movement was tinged with animalistic elegance and perfectly controlled.

He breathed in deeply, tasting sunlit warmth and dust on the air. For a few moments he simply closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face and card invisible fingers through his hair. Then he reached for his magic again.

This time he let the two kinds of magic residing in his blood and bones, mix. His coeurl-deep jungle-instinct jumped to the forefront eagerly like a playful cat. The taste of ozone spread on his tongue and his fingers flexed around the hilts of his kukris in anticipation. Sparks danced over his skin, only to be tempered a few seconds later by the now glittering blue shards of his borrowed Lucian magic. The sharp, cutting edges of which seemed to have softened a bit over the years, and even more so with lightning assuaging the feeling of biting sharpness every time he used it.

For one fleeting moment Nyx just felt both kinds of magic mix and connect. Then he threw a kukri.

The sound of the warp was near deafening. Nyx flew across the plain literally at the speed of lightning and far farther than he had intended. The feeling of buzzing static all around him and across his skin unbalanced him enough to lose his concentration and balance. He skidded across the ground in a tangle of flailing limbs, landing painfully on his right shoulder and rolling once, twice, thrice until he came to a stop, blinking up at the dusty blue sky.

#ffxv #born into the wilds #snippet #we're going deeper down the rabbit hole #of my magic headcanons #geist writes

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yhsiwoo · 4 years

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— riposte.

@yhjunghwa chuseok, 2020.

siwoo doesn’t like chuseok. it’s suffocating, to be in a hanbok all day, but mostly, it’s suffocating to be around all these adults who think they have a right to dictate his life. what a pity, you should’ve continued your studies in veterinary medicine, you would become the first vet in the family! are you sure it’s worth it to give that up just for this... phase? he gets this every year, without fail, relatives, family friends, neighbours, all these people that judge him for his career switch, from something they deemed more appropriate and a better measure of success, especially for a min, to something they were convinced was doomed for failure. art isn’t a career, they said. you got lucky, but it will not stay that way forever, they said.

he’s tired of listening to them, not because he actually values their opinions, well he used to, a long time ago, he’s just tired of holding in the words he never had the courage to spew back. at this point, he’s gotten used to their biting comments and it doesn’t get to him as much as it used to before. he had doubted himself a lot because of what they said, and he wondered if he was making the wrong decision and bringing shame to the family. he knew he was the only one pursuing a less conventional career out of his siblings, sohee and seojun are great at what they do in the medical field, much to his parents’ delight and well, no one gives soyeon any shit for her idol career. after all, her face is everywhere, and that fits into their definition of success. all of these are things he can’t deny, because he knows it carries bouts of the truth; they’re all factors he considered before taking this leap of faith, things he mulled over for days, weeks, and even months, because he was afraid he’ll end up regretting it.

and so, the only response he could muster was a smile, a fake one, no doubt, an awkwardly fake one, because he’s terrible at faking anything, but he tries, for his parents, because it would be rude to straight up tell them to shut the fuck up and leave him alone, though he’s probably imagined doing that a hundred times now. he only came here for the confections, not to get bombarded by these women who do nothing but brag about their children and compare them to each other. he nibbles silently on his hangwa, mentally blaming himself for walking into this tent and landing himself in this dreadful situation. he sank deeper into self-reproach, not even realising that he wasn’t alone amongst the horde of judgemental aunties, and it was only until she spoke up, from a corner of the tent he hasn’t even glanced at, did he realise he had company.

her words pierced through the chatter in the tent, snapping him out of his mental ordeal. he searches the room to identify the source of the voice, his eyes widening when he meets the eyes of his long time neighbour. he was surprised, not only at her sudden appearance that he hadn’t noticed before, but mostly, at what she had said. it sounded awfully familiar, like they words that were stored somewhere deep in his mind. he could’ve sworn he’s heard them somewhere, many times before, to the point it sparks off something in him when they reached his ears. “junghwa?” the question leaves his lips before he could process his thoughts, all the women in the tent turning to face the source of the unwanted opinion.

#( threads. )#( riposte / junghwa. )#yhchuseok #sorry this is so late! let me know if I should change anything #this got longer than I had intended it to be so please don't worry about matching!

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ergoprox · 6 years

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@warsk

She asks him to take her away somewhere.

She doesn’t say anymore but he understands, from just the small shake of her hand that she quiets into a fist. He responds with just a nod – not any more, any less – and then he takes her to sea.

They walk along the shore in silence, the noise filled more than enough by the incoming tides. He hasn’t spoke and neither has she since they’ve set foot into the sand, and yet he notices the tremble still lingering between her every limb. For the first time, she is heartbeats, tender skin, stuttered breaths –

And so, so very human.

He wants to ask what she is running from – but does not have the courage to. He’s much more human than she is, with fear nestling into the cracks of his skin at the idea of asking death for her tirade. Too scared to ask a god for her nightmares. He doesn’t wish to know what else lies beyond the blood on her palms.

And then she stops. He finds his feet having gone three steps too far, no longer seeing hers stride along with them. He turns back, a wave tumbling in with him beneath them. And he realizes, that he is not the only one holding fear at arm’s length. He sees the terror behind her eyes, one unspeakable and unfathomable to a mortal like him.

He takes three steps back to meet her (the leap of courage); a hand reaching out to take hers. “Tell me about Sohee.” He says.

(Tell me about what it is like to have thousands of ghosts at your shoulders, with their voices always by your ear. Tell me what it’s like to be a god for only the dead, to be a god who walks holy only amongst the graves. Tell me what it’s like to sleep knowing slaughter is what awaits for you at dusk. Tell me what it’s like living as death, how it’s not really living at all.)

The shore, too, quiets down for him, to make sure she may hear him loud and clear.

“Tell me about the Sohee who died.”

It’s because he’s so very human that draws long buried feeling of endearment: with his uncanny ability to make whoever cross his path love him even in a fleeting moment in time; with a second glance, a person’s heart is so easily sold to boy whose smile promises nothing and everything.

A quality that it’s weird to reflect on it now since over time she stop loathing his kind and tender heart, never understanding how it managed to thrive given the circumstances in which he was raised. A quality that apparently, though she tried to resist, grew to adore (of course she would never tell him that.) and wants to protect (though, it’s a little to late...)

And still. He knows her too well. The oceans waves do sooth calm her fears by drowning out their voices.

His question is like a series of paradoxes — unusual, and out of place Sohee files it among the many things that Juwon has asked of her that a regular person would never be obligated to understand the significance that weighs in his curiosity because no one thinks to ask death of their past.

(and why should they? why should they care?)

“Juwon...” Sohee studies the make of his hands as they hold hers, doing her best to ignore the life lines; all the stories that transpire from the veins and looks at them with from the perspective of untrained eyes of her mortal side. It’s easy to see how they’re not so different from one another at all when both of them are made of flesh, blood, and bones. In this aspect her hands are small compared to his sturdy ones... the only ones in which her hands feel safe, regardless of the vulnerability she must be showing. “In your past life you were Pandora, weren’t you?”

And as desperate as she is to keep the box shut it’s already too late. Memories of her past come in just like the tide, ebbing and flowing and she opens her mind to Juwon for the first time.

A child appears on the beach. Small, shy in nature, and keeps tripping and falling in the uneven sand of the beach as the wind catches her hair. However, determination is set in her face as she keeps standing up doing her best to keep up with her older sister who teases her for being too slow.

Eventually, the wind is too much and she looses sight of whats in front of her.

When the wind clears her sister is gone. The only person left on the beach is her grandfather who is dressed in black holding a scythe in his left hand as he stands over the pale blue white soul of a person that died at sea: Sohee’s watches in wonder as the soul stands, bowing it’s head politely. With the touch of her grandfather's fingers the soul dissolves with the wind.

The piercing look of his sorrow when he finally looks at her cuts her still.

“I’ve had my powers ever since I was a child. I could see souls, interact with them... play with them.” The young her fades away but the grim isn’t so easily faded away. She doesn’t look up from the map of lines within Juwon’s open palms, drawing comfort from the warmth of them within hers as her mind closes, she takes small breathes, already knowing she’s broken another rule somewhere.

“The Sohee that died, ironically was... is so different from the spoiled, selfish, half-dead uncouth thing that stands with you now.” she laughs, soft and oddly out of place in the midst of the sound of water breaking the shore, and the wind blowing in her hair.

“She was lovely.”

#warsk #spoiler alert: her grandfather's fc is yunho #i have so many head canons for sohee #i need to just make a post one day #ksjdfgsklgdfkhlg #i forget how much i love writing for sohee #HER STORY IS JUST SO GREAT

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hamelott · 7 years

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A Valentine's Day prompt, if you're taking them : Ezekiel has never been in a relationship so he has never celebrated anything like Valentine's Day, and Jake throws his entire hopeless romantic self into trying to show Ezekiel a good time?

you shouldn’t have given me this much power. this is probably the cheesiest, fluffiest thing that i have ever written in my entire life.

I hope you enjoy!!

He’d only mentioned itin passing, but Jacob hadn’t been able to stop thinking about if for weeks.

They’d been in Jake’sapartment on his couch with his arm thrown over Ezekiel’s shoulders, andEzekiel’s head resting against his chest. Jake had honestly thought that he’dbeen asleep until he’d murmured, “I’ve never done that.”

At first, Jake had beenreally confused on what he’d been talking about but then he looked up at the TVwhich was barely audible but was flashing a shitty RomCom that Ezekiel haddemanded they watch when they got home. On the screen, the characters weresitting in a restaurant that was decked out in pink, red, and white hearts.They were smiling dopily at each other and about to feed each other a spoonfulof their desserts.

“Done what?” Jake askedsleepily. It’d been a long day, and he hadn’t even been watching the video sohe wasn’t exactly sure what was happening.

Ezekiel shrugged againsthim. “Valentine’s Day. The hearts and the roses and the chocolate.”

“You haven’t?” Jakeasked and now he was frowning. Glaring at the TV which was now showing thecouple skipping and laughing through the rain, as ridiculous as that was.

“Nah,” Ezekiel mumbled.“I’ve never really had the opportunity to. Never been in a realrelationship…before this one, I guess.”

Jake hadn’t said anythingelse about it because Ezekiel had passed out right after, but it did lead him to alot of thinking.

And a lot ofplanning.

~~~

When Ezekiel woke up, hewasn’t expecting Jake to be at the end of the bed with a tray of steaming hotchocolate and waffles. He had a giant grin on his face, and he was wearing apair of plastic, heart sunglasses with the glass tinted pink.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”he said cheerfully. “I made you breakfast.”

Ezekiel, feeling veryconfused, sat up slowly as Jake brought him the tray. “Where’d you get thoseglasses?”

“Cassandra,” Jake said,shrugging. He placed the tray on Ezekiel’s lap, still grinning. It was weird;Ezekiel had never seen him grin that big for so long. “Eat quickly, I have awhole day planned with you.”

“Why?” Ezekiel askedslowly, cutting a bite of waffle off for himself.

Jake shrugged again.“It’s Valentine’s Day, idiot. Eat.”

When Ezekiel was doneeating, he changed clothes and brushed his teeth, and then brought the trayinto the kitchen. Jake was nowhere to be found. Ezekiel rolled his eyes andthrew the dishes in the sink. He wandered into the living room and found Jakesitting at the couch. The glasses were pushed back into his hair, and he wasfiddling with something in his hands.

“What’s up?” Ezekiel asked,leaping over the couch and settling next to him.

“This is for you,” Jakesaid, showing off the thing in his hands. It was a black leather string and onthe end of it, a piece of gray rock attached to it. It took Ezekiel a fewminutes to realize it was a necklace, and a few more to even comprehend that JacobStone was giving him jewelry.

“A necklace?” Ezekielasked, but he took it anyways and strung it around his neck. He picked up thestone and twirled it around in his fingers, frowning down at it. “And what’sthis?”

“It’s a piece ofStumpy,” Jake told him. Ezekiel quickly looked back up and him, and Jakequickly said, “Sorry that sounds really weird! I went back to the collegeforever ago and for some reason they kept some of the pieces of him in the basement intheir archive room. Maybe to document the weird day when a tentacle monster attacked their school? I dunno. But I snuck in and nabbed a piece.”

Ezekiel smirked, lettingthe stone fall against his chest. “You stole something from a collegearchive room? Basically the equivalent to a museum?”

Jacob shrugged, but hisface turned a little pink. “Uh, well, I hate the professor there anyway. Plus,Stumpy was technically yours. I was just…taking him back?”

“Right,” Ezekiel said,nodding slowly at him. “Sure.”

“Whatever,” Jake said,wiping the issue away with a swipe of his hand. “You do like it though…right?”

Ezekiel met Jacob’s eyesand found they were soft and sincere and, above all, absolutely hopeful. Hecouldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I love it.I just feel bad because I didn’t get youanything…”

Jake shook his head, standing up.“Don’t worry about it. You having a good day today is all the gift I need.” Heheld out a hand. “C’mon, let’s get to the Library. We need the Backdoor foryour next event.”

Ezekiel rolled his eyes, but he letJake tug him up.

~~~

At the Library, Jake made a beelinefor the Backdoor and the globe, already figuring something into it. Ezekielfollowed him more slowly, grinning at the way the Backdoor was covered in redstreamers with hanging, pink hearts.

“You do this too?” Ezekiel askedJake, who was biting his lip as he pushed at buttons.

Jake slowly took his eyes away fromthe globe and glanced at the Backdoor. He shook his head. “Nah. Must’ve been,Cass. She mentioned something about taking Estrella on a tour through the Library.”He snorted. “They’re probably in the Secret Garden right now.”

He pressed a few more things andthen the Backdoor began to glow. He stepped towards Ezekiel proudly and pushedhis goofy glasses back down on his eyes. He held out a looped arm towardsEzekiel. “Your magical backdoor awaits.”

Ezekiel sighed and shook his head,but he looped his arm with Jake’s and let him lead them through the Backdoor.

When they stumbled through, Ezekiel hadto blink his eyes a few times because the sun was so bright, which was weird forFebruary. When his eyes finally adjusted, he realized they were at a Mini Golf course.He glanced at Jake to find a cheeky grin and a wink that was thrown his way. “Whatdo you think?”

Ezekiel looked around the piratethemed golf course. He was surprised to find it completely empty save for alone teenager sitting in the booth, lazily looking at his phone. He glanced atJake. “Where are we?”

“Florida,” Jake told him which explainedthe bright sun and warm breeze. “This is Smugglers Cove Adventure Mini Golf Park.”He pulled a notepad out of his back pocket and showed it to Ezekiel. “We’realso gonna go to Branson, Missouri; Lincolnshire, Illinois; and Rapid City,South Dakota. Most of their courses are closed right now, but I got Jenkins tohelp me wire the Backdoor up to get us past the entrances.”

“Isn’t that a felony?” Ezekiel askedhim as they strolled towards the lazy teen.

Jake glanced at him. “Not ifanybody catches us.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You gotta learn tolive a little, Jones.”

Ezekiel snorted. “Who are you andwhat have you done with Jacob Stone?”

Jake rolled his eyes at him andreached down, grabbing his hand. “C’mon, this’ll be great.”

~~~

By the end of the day, they’d playedat twelve different Mini Golf courses (and Ezekiel had beaten Jake each andevery time), and Jake had even taken him on a nice little (if not a bit cold) picnicin Central Park. They were just returning to the Library, and Ezekiel wasleaning heavily against Jake’s side.

“Why did we do this again?” Ezekielasked him. His feet hurt, and he was pretty sure he’d gotten burnt in Floridawhich was gonna look weird when he strolled the streets of Portland. But it hadbeen a nice day, so he wouldn’t trade it for anything…except maybe some Aloe.

Jacob shrugged, careful not todislodge Ezekiel from his side. “You said you’d never had a real Valentine’sDay, so I wanted to make one for you. Mini Golf and picnics are, like, thecheesiest date things ever. Plus these glasses are horrible, but everyone knowsthat when you’re in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, you gotta do thecheesiest things known to mankind. Now I’ve put, like, twelve Valentine’s Daysinto you in one go.”

Ezekiel was grinning as he shook hishead. “You’re ridiculous.” He yawned. “Can we go home now?”

Jake shook his head. “No, I gottatake you to do one more thing. Please? We don’t even have to leave the Library.”

“Ugh,” Ezekiel whined, “fine.”

Jake’s grin was so huge that it wasworth the way he grabbed Ezekiel’s hand and nearly tore his arm out of itssocket as he dragged him through the Library. As they walked, Jake rambled, “I foundit a few days ago. Jenkins says he’s never seen it before. He thinks maybe it’sone of the pools turned upside-down. I don’t really care though because it’s absolutelyperfect. It’s the blue door with the golden – ah! There it is!”

He pulled open a door, and Ezekiel immediatelyjumped back. Inside the room was a steady sheet of rain. It ceaselessly fellfrom the ceiling to the floor but, somehow, wasn’t building up in a puddle.Jake glanced back at him, grinning. “What’s a real cheesy, romantic day withouta kiss in the rain?”

“I don’t wanna get wet,” Ezekielsaid, pouting at him.

Jake laughed and tugged him in. “C’mon,trust me.”

Ezekiel reluctantly followed Jakeinside and quickly found he had nothing to worry about. Somehow (Ezekiel wasguessing magic) the rain was still falling around them, but it moved like a sheetaround them and didn’t land on them at all. They walked, perfectly dry, untilthey reached the middle of the room.

Jake was smiling sweetly as hepulled Ezekiel towards him. He rested his hands against Ezekiel’s hips, andEzekiel lifted his arms to rest them against Jake’s shoulders, crossing thembehind Jake’s back. They leant forward until their foreheads were pressed togetherand their noses brushed.

Jake sighed, and his warm breathwashed over Ezekiel’s face, making him scrunch up his nose. Ezekiel quicklywiped the expression off his face and smiled at him, slightly shaking his headand carefully not dislodging Jake. “Thank you.”

“For?” Jake asked even though heknew damn well what Ezekiel was thanking him for. And if he didn’t then Ezekielhimself was going to kick the idiot outta the Library.

“For today,” Ezekiel said. He bithis lip before murmuring, “I’ve never known anybody who’d do that for me.”

“Well, now you do,” Jake said, andthe tone of his voice conveyed just how much he meant it. He’d do anything for Ezekiel, and the feelingwas mutual. He grinned. “I love you.”

Ezekiel couldn’t help the way hislips pulled into a huge smile. “I love you too.”

And he leaned in the extra fewinches and pressed a sweet kiss against Jake’s lips. The rain pattered aroundthem, and Jake’s hands squeezed around his hips.

It really was a perfect day.

#the librarians #the librarians fanfiction #jake stone #ezekiel jones #jazekiel #valentine's day #jake is the cheesiest man alive #and ezekiel hates(loves) his stupid boyfriend #honestly this got too sweet too fast #oops #thanks for the request!!#anonymous #requests #owen sribbles

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