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[daily-writing-challenge]

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[pyraelia]

November 26 - Day 1  Party / Chills

One of her favorite elements of attending Vixannya’s gallery openings was the people watching. The scenes around each painting became their own little vignettes that often enhanced the artwork and elevated it beyond decoration, and how each group of people — usually from across diverse enough parts of society — interacted with the subject matters was fascinating. 

Fiorenze wasn’t going to make it this time, and that was fine. Pyraelia understood the desire to devote focus to something, even if she didn’t quite understand why The Dream or the Tree; Her sister had always had a love of green spaces, but they were magi from a family of arcanists that spanned back millennia and that realm was certainly not for them. 

Her favorite painting, if one could call a painting of a dead person a 'favorite', this time around was a fairly simple portrait of an unfamiliar woman laying dead in a dark room surrounded by mirrors, each reflection capturing a different angle of her body. There was so much pride in the still, beautiful figure, but there was a subtle covetousness in the reflection of the mirrors that flirted with envy, too — years ago she would have missed it, but their family had been through so much in five years alone, not to mention the decade. Had the woman had a moment to be jealous that her reflection had seconds more life left? So much time could be suspended in a fraction of a moment, caught at the end of a brush stroke. 

Even now, month to month, day to day, their family dynamics were still shifting. Considering how February had gone, and Fiorenze's plans to try and lock her own soul away into an enchanted glass, it could've just as easily been her painted there.

Was she, Pyraelia herself, envious that her sister had new opportunities since Fiorenze's plans had all fallen brutally through? Keranna had said something that had stuck in the back of her mind like a thorn while she had been pinning her lavender hair up into a delicate, wispy chignon for the soiree, mostly meant to silence her petty complaining that her sister had stayed away.

“Do you think your parents would have let Fiorenze walk any other path than the one they put her on as the first daughter?” 

Unlikely. 

Pyraelia had never faced the same burden of expectation — her parents' pride in her had been organic and true, she had inherited her mother’s excellence in the arcane arts in a way that Fiorenze hadn’t, but she was still just the second daughter. 

She frowned as she looked back up at the painting, a new sense of judgment from the painted stranger’s flat, outward gaze that sent a slight chill down her spine. Perhaps there was more to her sister’s strange new wayward roots, and perhaps it was time to be a bit kinder. 

As she shuffled on in her own introspection, she hoped that her momentary interlude had done for someone else what so many of the other gallery attendees had done for her: shift the perspective, if for only a moment.

@daily-writing-challenge / @vixannya

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[fio-renze]

November 28 - Day 3 Inspiration/Unresolved

Continuation of Day 2 

“Is one of those choices my freedom?” She knew it was foolish to even ask, but it was a barb worth throwing out. 

The Grand Magister gestured toward the small dining table in the Perfect Penthouse spell’s kitchen, “Yes, though I doubt you’d know what to do with it.” 

Surprising. Not incorrect. Still, Fiorenze had no rebuke for it — she hadn’t anticipated an actual yes. She regarded him warily as she took the dictated seat, “Really?” 

He sat across from her, as they would have if this meeting had instead been hosted in his office in the Court of the Sun, “Your service to the Regency these many years has, even under bond, been laudable. You can be entirely free of your obligation and do what you will with the rest of your years as a regular citizen, or you can continue to work for Magistry Intelligence.” 

“What more is there for me to do in Magistry Intelligence? I can’t work in the noble Court anymore,” she leaned back in the plain chair, her thoughts shifting between the options as she attempted to glean his next move before he made it. 

Rommath remained as unreadable as ever, and content to make her wait in unresolved tension as he considered the overall play. She was about to start in again as he held up a hand, “There’s more to the job than just the Court; the greater push among the nations for “unity” means that we’ll all be gathering information on each other again. There are open ambassadorships and other jobs of state you could be seated into, or you could continue field work — though I think that’s a waste of your talent.” 

Her ears flicked up a bit, “I don’t think it’s a waste of my talent at all; mercenaries get to go everywhere and with far less scrutiny, especially those considered neutral. But, I can see the need to have “trusted”, known entities in visible positions of power, too. Do you think the Director could be inspired to have a bit of a wildcard?” 

A quiet, amused hum resonated from just beyond the scarlet cowl that hid most of his face, “They’re interested in retiring in the next decade, I imagine they could be inspired to do quite a bit if it ensures an airtight succession.” 

There had been rumors, but that was certainly news. She kept her own expression as unreadable as possible, “Are you setting me up for that position?” 

“You and a few others,” he set the hook as easily as it had been cast, “Farstrider Intelligence and the Blood Knights obviously have their own candidates within the Magistry they would like to have in that role.” 

What else was new. On the surface they all worked together well, but the internal politics between the various levers of the Sin’dorei state had always been a deadly mire. 

“Do you need a decision now?” She knew better than to accept outright, these offers were worth turning over again and again until the sharp edges of them had worn into a more comfortable understanding. 

“No; you have some time. Settle your business here and consider the kind of freedom your ambition truly wants,” he waved a hand idly and conjured a wine bottle and a couple of glasses onto the table, warping her Penthouse a bit to fit his own needs, “Before I go, I hope you’ll indulge me on what you’ve learned here so far.” 

Fiorenze smiled sharply, the subtle flex of his own arcane skill not lost on her, “As you wish.”

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[thecozykirin]

Mid Autumn Chills

( Daily Writing Challenge Day 1 ) Soo-ha had always loved the Mid Autumn festival growing up. The monastery had not done much in terms of decoration or celebration, but her papa had always taken the time to take her on a trip down to the closest village where she'd stuff her cheeks full of moon cakes until her little cheeks popped out.

She remembered sitting cross-legged, listening to her papa retell the story of Zao Sunseeker and his wife, Cheng'e with the rest of the village cubs, the stars in her eyes growing brighter and brighter each year as the thought of a love that could transcend the distance between Azeroth's little moon and Pandaria grew more and more appealing to her young heart. It was these times she preferred to focus on, before the joy of the holiday was tainted and in one night, those stars in her eyes were snuffed out like an opposing thumb over a dying candle.

"Little bell?" Her husband's words caused her to snap from her rumination, and her head turned just in time to catch the behemoth of a Pandaren slip within the warm confines of their caravan. "Are you alright?" Soo-ha quickly wiped her eyes, nodding her head and bringing her paws up to sign. 'Oh, yes! I'm just...a bit tired this evening.' Yasashi's eye swept over his wife, gaze narrowed only slightly in thought. He would not pry, he already knew. "Is Kimiko asleep?" Yasashi shot an up nod towards the loft in the wagon. The edges of Soo-ha's lips twitched upwards briefly, and she nodded. 'Yes...she went down easy tonight.' A soft, ursine chuff left her husband and his gaze dropped down to her. A single gray eye who held the coldness of wintry steel always softened like fresh fowl down when it rested on her. "How tired are you?" Soo-ha pursed her bottom lip out at the question. 'Just a bit, why do you ask?'

Yasashi let out a soft chuff, extending a large paw that so easily dwarfed her own. "I'd like to show you something." Soo-ha quirked her brow, instinctively placing her paw in his, her gaze conveyed her interest, quietly ushering him to continue.

With a grin, he pulled the smaller Pandaren gently onto her feet and brought her outside. "Careful." he warned her gently. "The snow is still soft and the bottom step is slippery." Helping her where she needed it, Yasashi ushered her behind the caravan, but not before he slipped a paw over her eyes until he led her to the right spot. "Alright, ready?" Soo-ha let out a soft snort in response. Had she the voice, she would've tried to reply with a witty response before he removed his paw...and her breath left her in a quiet squeak and a puff of hot air.

The moon was nice and round and the surrounding snow drank in her light, producing an ethereal glow. In the center, was a round thick blanket placed within a spot where a circle had been scorched into the snow and upon this blanket was a tray with two glasses, a bottle of some sort and a plate of golden brown moon cakes.

"I...." Yasashi's voice drew off and while Soo-ha was transfixed on the sight, she heard him sigh. "I know that this time of year is hard for you, but I also know how much you used to enjoy it...I was hoping that I could help make this time different, start making some new good memories from here on out."

Soo-ha didn't respond.

"But...if you don't like it, I understand." Soo-ha looked up at Yasashi, and the sight of the tears in her eyes sent him into a panic. Lowering himself onto his knees, he cradled her face between his paws. "I-I'm sorry, Little bell. I hadn't meant to upset you! I just...I know how much you used to enjoy the festival and I --" Soo-ha halted the large male's rambling by gently pressing both of her paws against his muzzle, a smile on her own. Removing her paws from her lips to sign, she flicked her head towards the direction of the blanket. 'Will you sit with me?'

Yasashi's panic washed free from him with a sag of his shoulders. Craning his neck down, he pressed a kiss to the center of her forehead. "Of course." The chill in the air was biting but it could hardly nip through the thick pelt both of them were blessed with. Even as it made her nose run, Soo-ha relished in it because it dimmed the chill she felt in her soul year after year. Side by side with her mate, she stuffed her cheeks full of moon cakes and for the first time in a while, those stars returned to her eyes...full and whole.

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[renardsnoir]

A Silver Gift.

DWC Day 1 - Silver/Darkness. @daily-writing-challenge

For mention @ghawainearcane

Iseult is undecided. Should she add stones and decorations? Perhaps engravings then? She didn't have to choose a ring, she could give him a bracelet or a necklace? A pendant, too! So many choices, it had to make her head spin.

On the other hand the salesman starts to slowly lose patience. The nervous tapping of his nails against the glass, makes her leave her thoughts. Embarrassed, she smiles shyly.

"Oh... Hum! Sorry. I finally made my choice," she says softly.

"Finally!" he exclaims. "And what will your choice be, miss?"

"A ring, this one." She points to a simple and sober ring. "This one is perfect, can you just add the engraving of a cat please?"

The salesperson unlocks the glass to take the ring in question. He asks her to wait there while he takes care of it.

Alice can pay extra for it, Iseult is sure it will please him. Ghawaine is a man who likes simple and sober things, he had shown it to her several times. She just couldn't wait to give him his gift. Seeing his reaction, just thinking about it she can't help but smile.

After a few minutes, the salesman smiles in lip returns towards her. With the ring in hand, he places it in a small box that he wraps in a red gift paper tied with a golden string.

Iseult has just to pay and she can finally join him. Package in hands, she found Ghawaine in the small coffee where they usually meet to make a small break. She waves to him and he smiles back at her.

"Hello, my love. I have something for you." She hands him her present, happy.

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[late-to-the-fandom]

Day 1: Instinct

This is an entirely G-Rated 425 word drabble for the @daily-writing-challenge November words! Takes place in the universe of my current series and features Prince Renathal and the Maw Walker in a heated competition. Read them all here on Ao3

"This is absolute madness!" cried the Maw Walker in despair. She dragged her hands down her face, leaving long streaks of dirt and blood. Her hair and robes were caked in the muck she had collapsed in.

The Dark Prince had to work extremely hard not to laugh. 

"I have destroyed monsters of every sort!" the Maw Walker continued to rage. “I’ve defeated the Legion, escaped the Jailer! I’ve killed bloody elder gods!” Her dirty nails clenched in her filthy, tangled hair. "There is no reason I cannot do this!”

The Maw Walker struggled out of the muck with a most undignified squelch. Renathal hid his growing smirk behind a faux-thoughtful hand.

“We can stop anytime you are ready,” he offered politely.

The Maw Walker clambered to her feet. She shook her head, and the dirt from her robes, with equal violence.

"No. Not until I figure this out." She combed vainly at her hair, trying to clean the worst of the grime. "Isn't there an instruction book for this, or something? I always learned better from books."

"It is not a science, it is an art form. An instinct honed over many years," Renathal mused. "Really, you ought not to compare yourself to me. I am something of an undefeated champion."

"Surely smugness of that magnitude is a sin?" snapped the Maw Walker.

Renathal's smirk curled past his fangs.

"Not if it is also true."

The Maw Walker's glare crackled with the threat of arcane magic. Abandoning any further attempt at presentability, she turned and limped away up the hill, wincing at the bruises Renathal knew blossomed under her robes.

As she walked, she pulled bandages from some hidden pocket, and began winding them tightly across her bloody, blistered palms. Renathal watched, concern finally pushing its way through his cheerful pride.

"Perhaps ... we should try again another time. I should not like to be accused of injuring Revendreth's champion."

The Maw Walker cast Renathal a brief, contemptuous glance as they crested the top of the hill.

"Never," she said, rolling up her sleeves. "Have I ever conceded defeat in anything." Her fists clenched once around the newly fastened cloth, testing to be sure each was secure. "I am certainly not going to start with this."

The Maw Walker wrapped her bandaged hands around the wheelbarrow's rough, splintered handles, and Renathal, with a dramatic sigh, turned his face to his own.

"I am winning one of these damned dredger races," the Maw Walker spat through gritted teeth. "If it takes me all bloody night."

In memory of the hours I spent on this cursed world quest that I will never be able to get back.

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[gloamingdawn]

May DWC Day 4 - Sloth

The liminal nature of Taric’s storm nook was part of its charm. It was easy to lose time there, tucked away from the lazy bustle of an unimportant Wednesday morning in Booty Bay. There were no ghosts to bother either of them among the curated blankets and pillows that made it so cozy.

Succumbing to the languid pace of the new day was a given. The spice of dried alchemical herbs and clean smell of well loved houseplants was ever present, mingling with the fresh smell of whatever laundry soap Taric used. His heart thrummed steadily under Lyn's ear, accented by the soft scuff of a turned page in the book he was reading. She’d figured out a while ago how to take up the right amount of space here, tucked in against his side and curled up just so. 

She cracked a golden eye open and flicked a freckled ear at the warm thrum of his voice, “I can read this chapter to you if you’d like.” 

He knew she enjoyed a good story, they’d been friends long enough now and had been in this very position on-and-off between the recent campaigns. She would like, yes. Being read to was decadent, and would keep them both there just a little longer. Customers were slow to encroach on weekday mornings, and the Rook’s door bell was unlikely to ring for a bit yet. 

“Yes,” she said quietly, a small smile settling on her lips as her gaze caught Pickles dozing on a nearby perch. The vibe hadn’t spared the little cockatiel either, it would seem. 

She settled in and waited for him to pick up audibly where he’d left off, not caring too much what the previous chapter contained or where the current would go.

The complicated mess of life outside this little bubble could wait a while longer.

( @daily-writing-challenge | @taricdarkmorn )

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[daily-dragon-drawing]

#2 -玉森 (jade forest)- A pretty green dragon and protector of forests 🌿🍃✨🌲🌳

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[nattikay]

Tsyeyk sì Neytiri päpom fìtsap…asìm leymkem ewana Neteyam sì Lo'ak.

san FPXAMO! sìk leym Lo'ak.

san ftang nga! sìk mllte Neteyam.

Neytiril meitanti sney nìn ulte lrrtok si. Plltxe po san 'ä', ke sunu meforu fwa pom oel Sempulit ngey? Tam. Ha zenatse pivom oe MENGATI tup po! sìk. Po spä ne meveng ulte neto mefo rikx nìwin. Omum mefol futa lu uvan nì'aw, slä ke new snivaytx!

Hifwo Lo'ak, slä pxunit Neteyamä Neytiril stä'nì.

san aaaaaa! Ftang nga ma Sa'nu! Tarep oeti ma Lo'ak! Tarep oeti!! sìk plltxe Neteyam.

'i'awn mìso nìzawnong Lo'ak. San kehe ma tsumk, txokefyaw oeti pol stayä'nì nìteng! sìk.

San ke tsun nga hivifwo ma 'itan! sìk plltxe Neytiri tengkrr re'ot Neteyamä pom nìmun, nìmun, nìmun. Neteyam leym, slä po herangham. Lo'ak nìteng.

Lrrtok si nìapxa Tsyeyk tengkrr nìn tìlenti. Po hangham nìteng. Lu yawne poru soaia sney fìtxan.

english version below the cut

Jake and Neytiri kiss…nearby, young Neteyam and Lo'ak protest.

“EWWWWW!!” cries Lo'ak.

“Stop it!” agrees Neteyam.

Neytiri looks at her sons and smiles. She says, “oh, you don’t like it when I kiss your father? Ok. In that case, I guess I have to kiss YOU instead!” She jumps towards the boys and they quickly move back. They know it’s just a game, but they don’t want to lose!

Lo'ak escapes, but Neytiri catches Neteyam’s arm.

“AAAAAAA! Stop it, mom! Save me, Lo'ak! Save me!!” says Neteyam!

Lo'ak remains safely away. “No way, bro, or else she’ll catch me too!”

“You can’t escape, son!” says Neytiri as she kisses Neteyam’s head again and again and again. Neteyam yells, but he’s laughing. Lo'ak, too.

Jake smiles wide as he watches the scene. He laughs too. He loves his family so much.

#context: kelutral bot posts daily challenges to write a sentence with a randomly chosen na'vi word #today’s word was pom (kiss) and I decided to go overboard ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #avatar #avatar 2 #jeytiri #sully family #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #lo'ak #fanfic #(i guess lol) #I mean I’m sure my na'vi prose sounds like that of a third grader but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #I’m sure I missed some case ending or smth somewhere but w/e EDIT: wiya i found it 🙃 knew there was bound to be at least one #lì'fya leNa'vi #oh yeah and fwiw I imagine the boys are somewhere around 6-8 here

[mydayinpoem]

I have lots of people inside of my head,

Most are alive, but some are now dead.

Telling others is something I dread:

"Have you heard of these people inside of my head?"

I tried to explain, but get tangled instead,

And I know that "system" is better unsaid.

So how do I explain to others widespread

About these people stuck inside of my head?

(Jan 24, 2024)

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[bookished]

“i didn't do it” “then why are you laughing?” “because whoever did it is a freaking genius”

“can our goal be to not die today?” “that seems like a lot to ask...”

“We both know this will be the first time and the last time we ever attempt this.”

“Pass the binoculars. Hurry!”

“If we both agree we're soulmates, why break up?”

“If you thought indigestion was bad, wait until you hear about this.”

“Promise me you’ll never tell anyone what you just saw.”

“Keep an eye on the door, but whatever you do, don’t open it.”

“You’ve caught me at a really bad time”

“What have you done now?”

“How– how did you find me?”

“Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes, you. You’re sitting in my seat.”

“Let’s hear your side of the story.”

“There’s blood everywhere.”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“There’s no point running. I got you.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure? Like, sure sure?”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“That’s it! I’m killing them all.” “Wait, but what about the plan?” “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

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[daily-writing-challenge]

DAILY WRITING CHALLENGE 2023 IS BACK!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO USE THE ACTUAL WORD FOR THIS CHALLENGE, YOU MAY SIMPLY BASE YOUR STORY AROUND ONE OF THESE IDEAS!

Choose one or both words/IDEAS and write a story, drabble, poem, or anything else once a day, every day, for a week!

Tag @daily-writing-challenge so we can reblog your stories.

Write the number day/challenge somewhere on your story.

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((Written word list below the cut))

Day 1 - August 20:

Beginnings, Endings

Day 2 - August 21:

Enchanted, Horror

Day 3 - August 22:

Ominous, Possibility

Day 4 - August 23:

Relationship, Somber

Day 5 - August 24:

Wanderlust, Violation

Day 6 - August 25:

Truth, Permanent

Day 7 - August 26:

Growth, Ruin

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[pyraelia]

November 21 - Day 2 Orbit / Illusion

Companion to Fiorenze's Day 1 -> here

Pyraelia stared her sister down as she tried to process the tempest of information that had been unceremoniously thrown at her without warning or preamble.

Xylaes had a Quel’dorei-Kaldorei son that her sister had known about for five years.

That son— Garren. His name was Garren. —was going to be staying in the guest room of her tower— Fiorenze’s tower, technically —until Xylaes could help him find lodging.

This wasn’t a request so much as it was an edict. It was happening, the invitation had already been extended.

The family meeting was only to catch her up on the particulars.

Her mouth felt dry. Sure, Fiorenze didn’t need to ask for her permission, but it would have been polite. Pyraelia had been the primary resident of the family tower for the better part of three years.

She could feel the acid in her tongue and her pulse in her temples.

“You studied astronomy with me, Fiorenze,” she said, maintaining a steady tone and even breathing. Six seconds in, six seconds out. Not biting a caring hand was a choice, “You know throwing new bodies in skews everything off orbit. What about how this affects me—”

Fiorenze cut her off, her own voice not unkind but firm, “And your research? Your life? You’re clever enough to adjust, Pyra. He’s done nothing to you, and as someone who has once been cast out by her own family and forced to figure out my own way with very little to my name you can understand why I’m interested in lending a hand.”

That wasn’t entirely true, Pyraelia knew she’d taken a handful of jewelry with her to start her life as Fiorenze Sunbinder, the commoner, off. The rest of it made her nose wrinkle because Fio had a point, Pyraelia had forced her out and started a disastrous two year reign as Lady. And it was her tower. She had every right.

But it would’ve been nice to have the illusion of choice, in this.

Fiorenze sighed, “Don’t be upset with me, or them. If I had more time I would have done this more gently, you know that.”

Pyraelia rubbed at her eyes with her non-prosthetic hand, pressing her thumb and index finger in along her lash line as she took a minute. Sixty seconds. “Five years you knew, Fiorenze. You had so much time.”

“He wasn’t my son to tell you about, and you’ve dug in your trenches with Xylaes over nothing,” her sister pointed out gently.

It wasn’t over nothing, was it? For all that they had their differences… Pyraelia sulked, “You deserve someone who loves you, Fiorenze. I don’t think that’s nothing.”

That got an airy laugh from her sibling who only shrugged, “He does in his own way, I think, even if it’s not in a language either of us recognize.”

It was poetic enough to cut the thread of tension that had wound its way up Pyra’s own spine, and she took another deep breath in before sighing it out, “I suppose that’s why he asked you for a room. You’re right. I will get my own feelings in line.”

Her elder sister smiled and took both of her hands, flesh and metal, and drew her back into her grand circuit, “It won’t be for long. Thank you for handling it well.”

She felt her ruffled feathers soothe as she nodded, agreeing to the arrangement, “I’ll make sure he’s shown all the Sunmote hospitality we were taught for friends of the family.” That would make her sister happy, and it was what the boy— Garren —was.

It was always better to be kind, and if he truly had been kicked out it would probably be nice to know someone in Dalaran who wasn’t Fiorenze or his Father.

@daily-writing-challenge @fio-renze / @xylaes / @garrennorassin

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[fio-renze]

November 29 - Day 4 Attention

<<It would be monumentally stupid to accept any offer but the one that releases you from your obligation to the Magistry entirely if you want to make good on your apology to X.>>

The words were just text on her comm’s screen but they dripped with Keranna’s disappointment nonetheless. 

Did she want to make good on her apology to Xylaes? He’d put so much distance between them since the last time they’d really talked in person. Everything at camp had been polite, but mostly glancing. His focus so beyond her, even after that apology earlier in the spring, that she might as well not exist even though they were working in the same camp and fighting toward the same goal. 

Except sometimes he did put that focus back for a moment. Traded shirts, shallow conversation, her favorite flowers left outside her tent, a pretty seed as a belated birthday gift. 

She wanted to grab him by his stupid shirt, shake him and ask him what the fuck was up with all of that. It would be an outright lie to herself to say she wasn’t craving some attention. Affection. Anything more than a shallow hi, how are you. 

Fiorenze huffed and rolled over in the grass to stare up at the boughs of the great tree, the heavy silk of her outer robe protecting her from the dewy grass. She shoved a hand into the pocket and clenched her fist around that stupid seed. 

What would her life be without the Magistry anyway? She’d never been one of those people who could do fuck all. Her life had been meticulously planned from the moment she was born, set on one path to achieve extremely specific milestones and markers of “success”. The last year had seen that all start to unravel, of course it made sense to want to correct back to a known element rather than face the looming bigness of the unpredictable unknown. 

She plucked the seed out of her pocket and held it up between her fingers, letting the sunlight hit it. What did a seed care for the unknown? All it wanted to do was grow. There was an infuriating lesson there that she knew she didn’t want to peer too deeply into right now. It was easier to be grouchy about the state of things. 

And yet. 

She huffed and let her hand fall back to the ground, petulant. Whatever grew from it was probably going to be beautiful. 

The fingers of her free hand dug down into the dirt at her side, and she closed her eyes. There was plenty of arcane magic to commune with here in the Dream — some of the Druids used it, even — but that wouldn’t grow anything. Part of her felt foolish trying to reach for anything else, but she was a fool, and what could it hurt anyway? 

A warm, familiar thrum rose up to meet her. It was the first bite of an Eversong Peach plucked off a tree in one of the Glimmerglen orchards. Dirt under her nails from repotting plants in the Sunmote Tower conservatory. Bright laughter as her freshly bloomed roses seemed to get more vibrant between her palms. 

The seed in her hand, kissed by the sun, sprouted. 

<<You are not monumentally stupid.>>

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[thecozykirin]

Daily Writing Challenge Day 4: Grief

Life was a series of greetings and partings, that was the way of things. U-Jinn knew this better than anyone.

The life of a Shado-pan was not easy, he had known many painful partings over the years and with time, each of them turned into a dull ache that eventually dissipated into a soft pang when he'd sit and reminisce. But this ache was not going away.

When U-Jinn was brave enough ( Or when he was forced ) to return to his private dwelling, he'd still feel inclined to gently knock the back of his knuckles against the surface of the sliding door that had remained shut and silent for nearly a decade at this point.

And yet, each time he approached it, it felt like only yesterday that she had been gone.

Her room itself was perfectly preserved. Not one thing had been moved out of place, he wouldn't allow it to be. Doing so would introduce change and change would disrupt the lie he'd tell himself sometimes that when he opened the door at the end of the night, he'd see her tucked in safe.

It was a lie, yes...but it was one that made him feel better.

On this particular night, he sat and stared at the chair, remembering so many years earlier on that day when Soo-ha stood in front of it with her bag draped around herself.

'Don't worry, baba.' she had signed to him. 'It will only be a short walk.'

She hadn't been feeling well that day...and she was so small compared to the rest of their kin, that he had worried for her.

'I'll be fine.' Soo-ha had signed. 'I promise.'

"Alright, Inkspot." U-Jinn had smiled. "Just be careful, I love you."

The ending of that exchange hadn't struck U-Jinn as odd at the time, but the more he thought on it, the more he wondered...the expression on his daughter's face twitched ever so slightly, a flicker of what he now saw as grief dancing behind her eyes but she pushed it all down with a smile and as quickly as she could, she had slipped out. Was there something bothering her? Why hadn't he noticed sooner? Why didn't she tell him?

U-Jinn found himself outside by the time he had pulled himself from his thoughts, seated on the snow swept steps as he fixed his eyes upon the path. Like many years before, he knew nothing would come out of it...but he told himself that perhaps, this year, she would come home. He'd see her again, as she was the day she had left.

'I'm sorry, baba!' she'd sign. 'I don't know where the time had gone, I hope you didn't worry much.'

And in response, he would hug her and tell her to come in and warm up by the fire.

It was a lie, yes.

But it was one that made him feel better. If only, for a moment.

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[demondamage]

MediwhumpMay 10 - Short of breath

CW: Mentioned of forced surgery, Organs (in specimen jar!)

(writing is only tangentially related to the prompt, feel free to skip if you just want hard whumpy stuff.)

"You ripped out his lungs?" Alejo asked, an eyebrow raised slightly. "That's a little more brutal than I'd expect from you."

"No, I surgically removed one lung as a preventative measure." Kotarou sighed and sat at the table across from the other angel. "And I don't take that from you, I've seen you rip a demon's arms out of their sockets with your bare hands."

"Oh no for me that would be mild." Alejo chuckled, sipping the tea his former apprentice had served them. "But for you... well I remember when you refused to even touch a holy whip, calling it needlessly sadistic."

"I still don't like them." Kotarou shook his head. "But I do understand the necessity."

"But removing vital organs without anesthesia? That's all good for you?"

"It proved necessary didn't it? I'd be a lot more worried about a demon loose in my lab if he was in good condition."

"About that..."

"Haziel's on guard." Kotarou sipped on the hot tea. "And I will take this as a nice moment of rest before that shit storm."

"Ah." Alejo's eyebrows crinkled. "You trust Haziel alone?"

"I trust him to stand at that door and not let anyone in or out." Kotarou sighed. "And I trust him not to lose to a demon who can barely breath."

"And not go in and antagonize Aziphem?" Alejo mused, folding his hands.

"... no, fuck you're right I should go deal with this." Kotarou rubbed his eyes. "Alejo... I need another favor."

"It always seems like you do." The older man chuckled. "What do you need this time?"

"I need you to look into who he was before he was brought to me."

"You should have been given Aziphem's file when you took him as your ward, that should have everything-"

"I meant Haziel."

Alejo paused, rubbing the small floral designs inlayed on Kotarou's teacup.

"You know we aren't supposed to ask those questions."

"Of course I know, why do you think I'm asking you to find out for me? I have enough eyes on me with this project and if I slip up, Haziel will be reassigned."

"And gods help us if they give him to someone like Ivior." Alejo sighed. "Fine, what are you looking for?"

"I want you to see if you can track his movements on the surface world, and specifically cross reference them with where Aziphem was at those times."

"You think they have history."

"It's hard to believe Haziel is just angry, this is something more."

"I doubt that both of them would be able to keep this a secret."

"Aziphem wouldn't tell me what he ate for dinner even if I was the one who served it. I'm lucky if I get an honest yes or no answer to anything." Kotarou sighed. "As for Haziel... he doesn't talk much about his previous life and I'm not supposed to ask. He could have lied."

"I think it's a long shot, but can't hurt to look." Alejo sighed, putting down the now empty cup. "I'll see if my archives entrance is still unsecured tonight and get back to you. Now, go check on those two before they kill each other."

"I owe you."

"That you damn well do, and I will accept payment in pleasant company." Alejo chuckled, leaving the small kitchen nook the two had been enjoying their rest in. "When we both have time of course. Which you should schedule in now by the way, because if my pocket book is correct you owe me quite a lot of pleasant company."

"And you shall continue to get IOUs until such time as I complete my work." Kotarou chuckled, walking his old master out of the small, unassuming countryside home he claimed as his personal residence.

"I'll check back in the next century then." Alejo chuckled. "Good luck with the little shits."

With a slight shimmer of the air, Alejo was gone, leaving Kotarou alone to deal with what he knew would not be a pretty scene at the lab.

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