#ARGENTIER. ❝ while our magic may be modest, it has the power to fundamentally reshape our world. ❞ private, dash-only qifrey of witch hat atelier, by rhys.
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#ARGENTIER. ❝ while our magic may be modest, it has the power to fundamentally reshape our world. ❞ private, dash-only qifrey of witch hat atelier, by rhys.
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STARLIGHTWALKED.
Indignance is first instinct, with a reply of let’s see you figure out centuries’ worth of sonic engineering right here and now then, thank-you-very-much already about to spring off their tongue. But they hold it back, not wanting to frighten him off. They’re actually trying the tactful approach. Potentially unbearable at a stretch, but worth it if there’s a chance of gaining the knowledge that remains frustratingly out of reach. And the final barrier to it? This ridiculous, pointy-hatted, so-called ‘witch’. And, well, the hat’s one thing. There’s enough of a hint of their former life to take a measure of glee in that even if they’re not paying it much attention. What’s slightly more annoying than his recalcitrance, however, is his glasses. Why not just get a new pair? Either sort them out, or commit to the underlying pirate bit properly and get an eyepatch.
Ah, there they go, getting distracted again. Their fault, but they’re not about to let this prancing professor gain any advantage of the slip-up. Face wearied by time waits, lips pursed, considering his words. Yes, they can appreciate rules. But Qifrey obviously hasn’t known them long enough to realise just how far they can bend them. Which they will, if need be. For now they merely shrug. “It’s fine,” they say, meaning the opposite. “S’okay, I get it. I mean, far be it for me not to appreciate a good con when I find one. I’ve pulled a fair few myself in my time. I just—from a professional standpoint, it’d be nice to see how you do it, y’know? How many smoke and mirrors you have to pull for people to think you actually have magic.” A chuckle threatens to burst through there, but they keep it down to a smile that’s only partially mocking. They quickly gather themselves, cool mask back in place, casual disinterest probably not convincing either party for a moment. “Or if you even know how to do it. You could just be talking fast and taking the credit, which, c’mon. I invented that. So really, what’s the harm? Just between you and me: how d’you do it?”
❝ i find it counterintuitive to speak fast when trying to teach others. ❞ the doctor is older than all his pupils by far yet qifrey can’t help the tone that falls into his voice at the insistence. the curiosity. he’s equal parts amused and heartened that age seems to do little to cool the fires of discovery. he continues as though this is another lecture with his girls. hands gesture. catch the words he wishes to speak from the air.
❝ magic isn’t something that just anyone can do. magic is — ❞ innate. it’s something one is born with. it isn’t something you can simply learn. the lies are patient. they wait on the tip of his tongue. practiced almost as often as each stroke of his pen against paper. lying, like magic, is something qifrey was born gifted for yet still spent years perfecting. he hesitates, words held as skipping stones between slender fingers before he casts them to the water. something tells him the lies would fail to dance across the surface with this one. ❝ i mean, there are certain items which have been magically imbued to allow others to use them. glowing cobblestone, soothe stones, mirror mantles . . . all of these the work of witches. ❞
the harm is in the knowledge is what he may caution his students against. their histories speak of war and magic. bodies twisted by glyphs sunk into their skin. talons of birds. humanity picked clean by the blood demanded in things that now lay forbidden in the tower of books. there is a reason these things have been wiped from the mind of those living still. the doctor may not be human but that doesn’t mean that qifrey is any more inclined to break the law. no more than he already has. there is enough ink on his fingers as is. ❝ we’re not permitted to do our work in the presence of non-witches. ❞ he remembers his second test. the anxiety flush in his throat as the fingers beneath his cloak were forced to draw by memory alone. he understands paper better than his own skin. ❝ surely there are things you’re unable to tell me about — your box, for instance. how do you manage to make it larger on the inside without the aid of magic? ❞
qifrey in the new chapter (chews him)
MAGICKLI.
it’s funny, how comforting his embrace has become after such a short time. coco tucks her head beneath his chin when he pulls her in, and for a fleeting moment, any lingering stress from her doubts washes away. even when she saves her mother, even when she’s become a proper witch and left qifrey’s atelier, she hopes that this comfort remains. she hopes she can always rely on him as she does now ( she knows, of course, that nothing can stay the same; life’s cycle will not stop just because she wishes ).
she knows there is something different in the air, though. the flashes she’s seen and the dreams that feel too real and have her wake in a cold sweat and incredible fear. but here, now, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because her teacher believes in her, her friends believe in her, and for the first time she truly believes in herself, too. so much is different now because of this magic they share, and though it hasn’t been long, she can’t imagine a life without ever having known him.
then, he thanks her, and coco’s brows lift. ❝ you’re thanking me? professor— thank you. for everything. i don’t… i don’t know where i’d be now if i didn’t have you. and- and the others, too! it’s almost like we’re family. ❞ she had a father before, and she doesn’t really seek to replace him — but… there is room for qifrey in her heart, right next to the father she’d lost. right next to her mother, and the other girls and olruggio too. her heart is big enough for all of them, and even if it wasn’t, well… she’d make room. ❝ i know that i can be kind of a cause for trouble, or at least i think i can be. but you’ve never made me feel like i’m less than your other pupils. even from the very beginning, you made me feel like i was home. ❞
coco dips her head now, and pulls away just slightly, embarrassed at the outpouring of emotion. she drags her foot against the floor, clears her throat. ❝ so… thank you. for all of that. and for having faith in me, too. my mother… i like to think she’d be happy i have you for my teacher. ❞
she reaches out now to take his hand, and give him a soft tug. ❝ but… enough of that, right? why don’t we go get dinner started for everyone? ❞
for @magickli continued from here
LIKE I WAS HOME . apology leaps to the tip of his tongue . almost makes it past clenched jaw . because he knows the shadows of the world and that his home can only do so much to keep her safe . his home is not enough to give her all she needs in this world but each step outside she takes summons darkness to her . like with euini — like when he almost lost her to dragon’s flame — like her mother . qifrey knows that his home is four walls and a promise he barely knows if he can keep .
you could never be trouble . he opens his mouth to tell her as much . closes it . the blame is his , after all . she would be safer beneath the sea . she would be safer if she knew nothing at all . the blame remains as his .
my mother would be happy . he’d like to think so . more likely she would throttle him within an inch of his life for the danger he brings her daughter to but coco’s words are kind enough . coco is kind enough , in a way that he knows the world is ill-suited for . light beneath cobblestone . a fire meant to comfort instead of scorch to the ground . she has a kindness and a hope in her that qifrey wants desperately to keep safe . he fears each time it dims will be the day the light goes out .
coco mentions dinner and he blinks . the feel of her hand reminds him that she is still here and still coco . that his fears stand unrealized as monsters in his own shadows .
❝ oh — you’re quite right , i must’ve lost track of time . ❞ he allows himself to be lead from his thoughts by the gentle pull of her hand . ❝ well , coco ? what do you think we should make for dinner ? ❞
❝ MAGIC IS NOTHING SO EASY AS — that . ❞ he’s looking at the device in their hands like it’s moments away from turning to a live animal . the principle seems easy enough . point and your will be done . qifrey thinks of the years of practice until glyphs sprung to his fingers easy as breath in his lungs . without looking he can trace his will onto paper . he can part the rain .
he can’t tell them how he does any of this .
qifrey shakes his head — woeful — his smile half-pitying the being before him . ❝ you seem the type that can appreciate how rules work . ❞ it’s in the eyebrows . ❝ i can answer a good many questions i’d like to believe , but i’m afraid i cannot answer the one you want to ask . ❞ he already reached out to coco and that was dangerous enough . he aches to teach . to show off ( just a little ) . he holds his tongue .
❝ i trust you understand . ❞
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❝ WHAT DID YOU SAY ? ❞ the water comes in waves . when it rained , it came in through the edges of his coffin . and he was too tired for fear . too far away , death-held / drowned-lung . qifrey finds himself in the memory again . the place which he swears he never returns to which crawls into his dreams nightly as maggots . decaying life — qifrey doesn't know the faces of those who killed him but he remembers the name they wore and the shape of the knife as it dug into his skull . the feel of their hundred tiny mouths as they devoured yet more . and apollo —
— apollo was someone he could trust .
apollo was someone he did trust . had opened his door to them and spent long nights in their company . let them near his students . his heart .
his anger is an old blanket that he’s held in his sleep since childhood . he knows each hole where the fibers have worn thin from the clutch of his fingers . he would hide from the monsters beneath the comfort of his rage . he never expected the monster to be his lover .
❝ what — did you — say . ❞ he knows the answer . he doesn’t want the answer yet he repeats anyway because he has to know . he needs to hear the shape of the betrayal from their lips and know the twist of it in his stomach .
he waits , pounding of storm blue sea in his eye .
@fatened for apollo
i’m thinking a lot about the two sides of qifrey’s personality tonight and how both come from the desire to have a stable & warm existence. he wants to be a teacher and someone for his kids to look up to. he wants a simple, peaceful life at the root of everything. i’m thinking about that’s why i can’t let it go and his pursuit of revenge against the brimhats to the point of damaging his relationships with the people who are closest to him because of how desperately he wants that life. i’m thinking about so uneventful it’s almost dull and how happy and content he is with his uneventful life. and the amount of fear and rage that comes with the thought of losing it all because there are people in this world who hurt him & continue to hurt him and who want to hurt one of the people he’s promised to protect.
and how hellish that has to be on him when he does things like what he did to olruggio for the sake of protecting his secrecy & for the sake of protecting his life. he exists in a contradiction that comes from nothing but his own actions. his life can have no peace until he destroys a literal piece of himself. his life will not have peace if he keeps pursuing this destruction. but he can’t let it go because every time he thinks about putting it down, he gets a headache. his vision blurs. he remembers the people who took everything from him once before aim to take it from him again. he’s so full of love & rage and is trying to find the balance between the two.
They are making breakfast
AS FOR MYSELF — I AM SPLINTERED BY GREAT WAVES .

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❝ I APOLOGIZE FOR MY TEMPER . i rather prefer others not bear witness to such a thing . ❞ the apology is hard to voice around the way your heart still burns in your throat . coco tucked beneath your arm , eye following the path the templar takes away from the three of you . you could kill them . your anger is burned branches , black and acidic . you still feel the urge to lunge frozen in your bones . ❝ thank you — for intervening when you did . ❞
why did you ? you hold the question on the tip of your tongue as you size up the stranger . you think you’ve seen him around before . or heard his name whispered . or you’d like to know him — you smile . it still feels tense in the wake of your anger but it comes easier now that the danger has passed . slowly , you offer your hand to the other man .
❝ qifrey . and the little one behind me is coco . a pleasure to meet you . ❞
@seeblood
starter call ! that gives me permission to swing a bat at you and also come to you for ideas
i love him, you see
LAST THING what did he mean when he fucking said i know you’ll forgive me again
qifrey being buried alive in a waterlogged coffin being terrified of water. qifrey studying in a city under the sea constantly surrounded by the thing he fears most. qifrey learning water magic purely to become a literal master of his fear. qifrey with the sword that can cut split a river in half. qifrey wanting shelter from what he’s afraid of and a place that he can keep safe. qifrey having a home that’s always warm and dry and safe for his students. you see what i mean

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"does it have an ending" "no that I know of"
Aka I am back on my Qifrey bullshit, enjoy.
if you knew everything, I know you’d try to save me.