yeehaw.

Making friends as an adult is so fucking hard already and isolating yourself from other people is a very common symptom of depression, anxiety, burnout, ocd, trauma, grief, etc. Which means that someone will do the hard work of recovery/healing and resurface back into a world where their previous friends have written them off because they stopped showing up.

There's no need to feel down,

I MEAN YOUNG THEY!

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“what is there to not understand, reg? you were chosen by the aether to wield this power and you don’t get it?”

“no, i understand that the stupid fucking aether—“

“watch your mouth, reg. the aether can take just as quick as it gave.”

“that the aether chose me. but why me? there is no glory in this. i’ll be shot before i can do anything with this.”

“you’re telling me that you don’t want change at all? the aether has deemed you worthy of wielding it and that means you have the power to incite change. do you know how much of a symbol you could be to the people? the very people that you were two days ago before the aether gave you its magic and you decided that you’re better than the rest of us?”

“hey, dumbass, i never decided that i’m better than you. i mean i am because you’re a shitbag. but i’d rather live a whole damn life instead of declaring that the aether chose me and get fucking assassinated by the shithouse government that doesn’t believe in the aether.”

“bitch, you hardly believed in the aether before you were gifted magic.”

“the hell do you know about any of this? no one has wielded the aether in generations and that’s why the samuels’s don’t believe in magic.”

“you see, reg, i come from a lineage of mages. i was taught everything about the aether, the ether, and how to wield it before i could read. my ancestors could wield the ether, though fewer people believe in the ether than the aether. i can teach you everything you need to know. we just need someone who can organise a revolution.”

“you’re out of your mind, shane. the fuck am i going to do with this, kill aaron fucking samuels? i don’t want the responsibility of ‘restoring the country’ because i cant do that. i am not a politician or leader.”

“i’ve seen you around a group of people. you’re a damn good leader, reg. we just need a strategist and everything will fall into place.”

“you have a lot of confidence for someone who lives in exile.”

“i have to. no one else does," shane says, shrugging

regina lets the magic dance up her arm and settle at the back of her neck, seeping into her skin and running through her body like electricity.

“you know magic isn’t just a physical weapon for killing people, right?” he asks, staring at the staff hanging from the wall in his bedroom.

“and we both know that you’re already good at manipulating people, don’t bullshit me.”

“i’ve fucked everything up already that whatever i do, i will be reaping the consequences of my actions, even if i wield the aether.”

“that’s what the aether is for! make them forget your shitty actions and get the people on your side.”

“and what happens when that gets out, huh, shane? yeah, let’s start off this hypothetical campaign with morally bankrupt actions that will definitely endear me and our goal to the people.”

focusing, regina aims a finger gun at shane and imagines him getting shocked when a zap of magic leaps from her pointer finger to shane. he yelps, jumping from his seat on his bed.

"that is not what the aether is used for!"

"this better not be the extent of what i can do with the aether. if we're officially starting a revolution, i guess i should learn how to do wield this. find me a strategist and i'm in."