#magicaldreaming

"So you're here/arrived finally/at last." The double-speak was like Sezja's "partner" but it wasn't the dragon. "Please, pardon/forgive this way I am talking/communicating. It really is me."

Everything was the same as Sezja would remember it, even the corpse of the slain Aphelion bleeding with corrupted blight into the sand. This was the last day of Harune's existence. The sky blackened and it would begin to rain.

"I wanted. To see you again/one last time."

"Why are YOU HERE." Even though this Harune tries to speak and act like her, Sezja knows it's just not her. She's furious at these repeated attempts to mock her, to show this image before her.

"I know what happened here. I know the realm is still in ruins and chaos, I've seen it. It's fragmented space without a host to mend it." It's not this lie.

Memories jumble, but there are simply clear things she was granted back when Harune returned to yank her out of Aphelion's fake life. That Harune had lost her heart that day, left to wander the worlds. Then brought back in a moment of clarity, she returned to grant the quantum witch the power to rend Jeanne from this existence.

Her final price, the loss of all that was 'Harune', banished never to be seen. A fragment of her, Ueno Yua lives on as reward for her word, but the Harune they knew... does not exist anymore.

"This.. this isn't right. Why are you trying to see me? When..."

When Leonie is no longer here, when she no longer exists. When their guardian is gone, and the balance is no more.

Starter for @magicaldreaming's Tuesday

It was a strange set of circumstances for Jeff. Only two hours prior, he had been millimeters away from snapping over a fresh batch of bullet holes in the mansion hallways. A minute ago, he had finished reading the first chapter of Foundations of Mobility Magic (3rd Edition). Only seconds ago he was crawling into bed in his normal clothing. Now, he had suddenly found himself stumbling in the middle of an arid desert. Had he been so tired that he already started dreaming the moment he collapsed into bed?

No, he knew better. By even wondering if he was dreaming, he had ruled it out. Not a good sign. He immediately checked his watch and went pale. "Space-Time Warp complete," it read, along with a location unfamiliar to him and a time-to-recharge indicator.

So he was not stuck in this desert forever, but... Wait, did Patchouli not-- Oh, he was too parched to wonder. Best to get moving in some direction where there might have been water. He kept his eyes downward, watching for any wildlife that may have been present. A scorpion crossed his path; he lifted a hand, and the scorpion appeared to accelerate far past him. Taxing. He exhaled harshly, already feeling a little withered from his short walk, on top of being so tired.

He looked up and jumped. He had only traveled a decameter or two - how was he already in front of a multi-room building of rest? He pinched himself in the forearm. Nope, still awake. He lifted a hand to take out his contacts, but changed his mind after remembering he was in a desert. He sighed.

"Translate," he spoke aloud, lifting his watch parallel with his eyes until it translated the word "Motel" in real time. Still on Terra, it appeared.

"Nise." Melinda had seen what happened and approached the student. "Would you come see/converse with me in my office/suite?"

"You know, if you're here to give the usual 'be not afraid' speech, it's kinda hard to believe in that when you're literally eclipsing the sun like that." Rare, in all honesty, for Yoshika to be unnerved by someone so otherwise unassuming. But something about the woman's height, her disposition, it said 'unwavering confidence' in a way that could be considered dangerous. Or, it could be more likely that of all the 'daemonic' encounters she's had in her time as a hunter, the descent of an angel was never one she considered.

"So...what are you here for? Come to deliver the good word? Or the first trumpet?"

"Look, my dear apprentice. Your master has a lot of money recently, and I need to get it cleaned. It's very dirty. You'd have to wash your hands twice if you touched it."

"...Yeah, I don't think I c'n help wit' th't..."

It'd been so long since she last slept on a real bed, in someplace normal, that actually didn't feel... fake. Somehow, this little motel in another world felt more like home than Nanaimo ever did- which maybe should've been a warning sign, but when did she ever learn her lesson?

She walks with a limp, despite her best attempts to hide it- too many injuries built up over time without a lot of time to heal. At least, she can play it off like she's tired, yes. It wasn't like she was faking that, especially after... Merah shakes her head. She doesn't want to think about it. She did what she had to-

... was that a maid? It must not get very busy here, if there was only one woman running the show... it's not for her to judge.

is it this one??? because no, I didn't try it, but it's so pretty??

the biggest walls of my room are this purple color 😭