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Trans masc!Rolan
RolanxGraz'zt drabble as I'm feeling inspired.
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He could still feel the hot shame burning on his tear stained face as he knelt in the small attic room Cal and Lia's mother had so kindly offered when the two had brought him home with them. It was warm and welcoming, far more so than the rest of Elturel at least.
She had tried to ask him what was wrong when he'd rushed into the house, angry tears streaming from his eyes, lip practically bloodied from biting it to avoid making the hurt obvious, but he had stormed past her, past Cal and Lia, and up to his room, throwing himself onto the old mattress and worn quilts that served as a bed.
As the tears subsided, he wiped his eyes on his sleeve and took a deep, shaking breath. Slowly, he got to his feet and made his way over to his small, battered desk where he kept his books, his fingers brushing over the spines slowly. Each book proudly proclaimed the name of a powerful wizard, a figure from the history of Realms beyond even Toril, from Elminster to Mordenkainen to the cautionary horrors of Karsus, Acererak, Vecna...but one name stood out to Rolan. One he always found himself coming back to. Tasha...or, as she had sometimes been known, Iggwilv.
He had read much about her and he would he lying if he'd tried to say he didn't admire her, maybe the most out of any of the wizards in the histories. This book he didn't recall buying, but the title was well known to him. "DEMONOMICON" was emblazoned in Golden lettering across black leather. It seemed expensive, but Rolan reasoned that perhaps it was one that he had pilfered from a shop that had thrown him out or that he'd tried to offer assistance to only to be sent away without pay once he was finished.
He withdrew the book and opened it slowly, almost reverently, to a random page and he was immediately taken by an elaborate drawing of a beautiful dark haired woman smirking into a mirror at the image of a dark and handsome demon. The image was labeled "The Witch Iggwilv Imprisons Graz'zt To Uncover The Malign Secrets Of The Abyss". She had bound this demon lord and with him, untold power. The power to force all of those smug wizard students to acknowledge him, the power to catch the eye of a proper master to apprentice to.
His orange eyes turned curiously towards the mirror, a thought crossing his mind. A crazy one, a dangerous one. But still, he made his way slowly and hesitantly towards it, his long nailed fingers pressing to the glass, his mind focusing on thoughts of desire, things he wanted deeply.
The mirror rippled beneath his touch and it felt warm. His own young features, freckled and set in a perpetual frown, twisted into a smirking, unearthed beautiful face with Obsidian skin and shining emerald eyes. A fanged mouth opened in a grin, his lips perfect and shaped angelically.
"Greetings, my beautiful boy." A deep baritone voice oozed like warm honey. Rolan stifled a gasp as he staggered backwards, eyes wide and jaw dropped, just barely catching himself to remain standing.
