Evangelina Celia Sage was woven into his being; in the blink of his eyes, in the crinkle of his smile, in his rusty unused laughter, she was there. From the moment he’d met her, he thought of her like the sun. Bright and vibrant, untouchable.
But he was wrong.
She wasn’t light; she was color. Every single one, dancing otherworldly and bright over his unworthy eyes. She was the explosion of the vivid gleams and glows of the world around him, like a constant rainbow, shining not after the rain but during.
Assistant to the Villain / Hannah Nicole Maehrer
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more magical healing which is decidedly not comforting (edited)
sequel to this.
In which magic healing continues to SUCK, and we get some creepy implications about how this whole process works...
@amonthofwhump @for-the-love-of-angst
“One of his meridians must have gotten damaged,” said a cool voice. “He went down almost immediately, and wouldn’t get back up. We had to drag him off the field.”
They always remembered how to come back, whether they wanted to or not, without understanding, without Andromeda to carefully guide their internal energy through the healing process and explain each part. It was just their own body, their magic carrying them along at an awful gallop.
Rather like mounting a horse for the first time in their memory, and discovering their body already knew how to sway and bounce along, even to dig their heels in to make the beast go faster.
If they could have stopped the process at this point, they would have happily adjusted to life without an arm.
Or teeth.
Or all the other missing and damaged flesh and bones and vessels. At some point before they’d even woken up on the battlefield, their heart had begun to repair itself, stitching itself back together so it could pump out more endless blood into the earth until the rest of their body caught up and sealed up all the surface wounds. And to replace each glass of blood, their bones cultivated another and another, just one more deep ache to add to the other agonies.
They were lucky that this same magic held them paralyzed, silent, stoic in their helplessness, or they would have given themself away screaming and weeping.
“Can’t you help him along?”
“I’ve done what I can.” It was the woman from before, her voice irritable. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“It’s my job to understand,” replied the other voice, an exasperated man. “We need him alive.”
“There’s only so much I can do without crossing his barriers, which are all up in full force. I could break them down, but that would only shock his system. He’ll recover on his own. When he’s back, he’ll be able to explain what happened.”
“Does he need to be supplied with more people, or…?”
“He’s burned through several already. Keep the prisoners nearby, and leave him be. If he isn’t talking again in… two days, I’ll see about intervening. I’ll be back to check on him again this evening.”
With that, the woman left. Even with their eyes closed and no audible sound of her walking away or closing a door, Delta felt her leave. This brought to their awareness that they could feel multiple presences still in the room.
She had been the one who found them, out in the woods, likely through this same sense. They’d mutely listened to her lecture about their disappearance, then followed her obediently into battle. Archel Constance, the soldiers called her, the only N’Vitri Delta had encountered so far.
“I feel for you,” said the man, with a dark chuckle. “She’s got a great bedside manner, doesn’t she?”
Delta still couldn’t open their eyes. Each breath rattled their body. They sounded like a plague corpse.
“Can… can he hear you, sir?” asked a new voice, timid and breathless, tight with pain. This must be one of the prisoners. Though the man and the woman came from audibly different parts of the coastline, this new speaker had an accent from somewhere else entirely.
Delta’s blood and teeth hurt too much to ponder accents.
“I’m not sure,” said the first man.
“Sir, may I ask… what if he doesn’t recover?”
And Delta could feel their fear. It was almost like a scent, something vague in the air that they couldn’t pinpoint as precisely as sound.
It excited something inside them, woke them up a little bit more. Their eyes opened, and they stared up at what appeared to be a red yurt ceiling, held up by bamboo rods bound in a circle. They didn’t dare turn their head.
“He will. They all do. I’ve seen one of the others come back after being blown to smithereens by a landmine. This is nothing. It’s just odd that he’s taking so long over something so small,” the man added, more to himself.
And here Delta had been starting to think they were doing quite well. Two days wasn’t bad — their best record thus far was twenty one hours.
“And if he doesn’t need us…?”
“I’m sure he’ll be hungry. If he doesn’t want you, one of the others will.” A rustling of fabric and clinking of metal as the man stood. “It might be in your best interest to beg him to kill you once he’s awake. Not all of them would grant you the mercy of a quick death.”
All this was said with such nonchalance, like offering advice to an amateur bargainer at the market.
The man left Delta alone with the prisoners, and an increasing sense of their tantalizing fear, their weak shuddering bodies, the internal energy that thrummed through them in beautiful, vibrant paths, swirling and throbbing in dozens of crossroads.
They thought they could feel all that force begging to be cut loose.
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For the spookiest day of the year, what would the cast dress up as? 🎃 I feel like maybe Emeline could get a few years worth of family-themed costumes at least.
I'm late on this 😔
Vethna: A witch costume because yes, they find it hilarious. Or maybe a black cat costume...? I can also see them going dressed as Maxine from X.
Nikke: ... (Me: *Sweating, eyeing that one skeleton boner costume, knowing what I have to do but not knowing if I'm strong enough to do it...*)
Jost: A pirate, hands down. Puts an astonishing amount of effort into her costume which takes everyone aback except Nikke, who's been receiving her stress-fueled rage texts as she was getting ready.
Amilia: ... a fairy... 😅 or one of the witches from Hocus Pocus. She'd want to be Sarah, but b.c of her hair I can see her reluctantly agreeing to be Winifred...
Sabir: Someone do the ghost busters costume with him, guys, come on, please, it's just not the same if he does it alone, please-- (Nikke would def join him in this... all it takes are two more...)
Syfyn: Whatever MC forces her to dress up in... (she's the Tom Kaulitz to MC's Heidi Klum)
Freedom: They're a mouse! A slutty mouse, duh!
Trystan: Literally just craves to be part of a duo or group costume and will go along with anything thrown at them... (... maybe Trystan is the third link to Sabir's ghost busters costume that he keeps pestering everyone about...)
Esmerelda: Sticks with her niche and goes as scantily clad Disney princesses much to everyone except her mothers' amusement. Yes, Cinderella is her OG.
Marcelle + Emeline: Emeline wanted to do family costumes, but how that actually goes would heavily depend on MC. If MC wasn't into it, it just wouldn't happen because literally no one else in the family wanted it. Otherwise, if MC did want to do it, her and MC totally could've guilt trip Marcelle + Esmerelda into doing it...
Bonus (for me and no one else <3) Victor Omaren (MC's Mentor): Batman. Also dramatically sits in the corner and doesn't talk to anyone and will only say "I am Batman" if anyone he doesn't know tries to talk to him. Forces MC, Syfyn + Trystan to dress up as varying members of the Batman Family.
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repostober day 15: ttrpg characters!
may 2019 & jan 2020 !
trystan was for a game a coworker was running at lunch, and darcy was for a homebrew worldbuilding a friend was running based on,,,, i don't remember what the base system was.
trystan is a warlock whose parents were university wizards who wanted her to study (ugh) so she made a pact to be able to dupe them with her mAD MaGiC SkILlS, DAD. she /is/ in fact, just Like That. quickly became the baby of the party (as she was designed to be)
darcy is a gods-favored natural healer, which is the only way he was ever going to possibly survive to adulthood, as he has never encountered a cliff he did not want to jump off, a potentially trapped door he wants to facecheck, or an ominous dark cave he immediately simply MUST enter.
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