#knowsmagic

          ❛  strix ?  ❜  his  voice  cut  through  the  blaring  music  that  rang  through  the  ballroom.  it  was  easy  enough  to  get  her  to  a  dance  (  it  only  took  the  invitation  of  free  food  )  so,  while  that  was  a  relief,  the  true  struggle  arose:  the  invitation  for a  dance.  after  a  beat,  his  torso  lowered  in  a  bow,  phantom  wings  extending  to  either  side  to  mimic  that  of  a  regal  posture.  teeth  gnawed  at  his  tongue  as  diath’s  head  was  bowed  down  before  finally  rising  with  a  nervous  smile  etched  onto  his  features.

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     ❝ ………… Even my boss is calling me out what is...

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      ❝ I’VE ATONED FOR MY SINS YOU CAN’T JUST YELL BAD AT ME. STOP IT. ❞

They give you food every couple of hours. It’s enough to sustain you, but of course, you know the schedule by now, don’t you? It’s been weeks, you know when they feed you, you know the cycle of who feeds you and what kind of SQUIPs feed you, you know the entire schedule by this point.

The tray they give you is different. You don’t know what it is, but you can see in the back, a different kind of metal was welded into it, as if someone took out the back and then replaced it. With a heat source and enough prying, you could probably get it open...

“Ms... Strix, was it?”

Deana doesn’t necessarily see the magic happening, but she can most certainly sense it. She can sense her, Strix, and had she not been feeling murderous towards their captor, she would have been completely floored by what her soul felt like.

Deana’s eyes are closed, but green light seeps out from thick lashes. She appears to be meditating--if only to keep her powers under control.

“Do not listen to the monster outside of its cage. Do not give up. Never give up. There truly will be no hope for us if we simply roll over.”

There’s a slight smile on her lips.

“ i know magic! “

“absolutely not.”