With a mischevious grin, he approached the magician with the orb.  ❝ Hey, Asra, ❞ his voice was friendly. Too friendly.  ❝ Got any tricks up your sleeve when it comes to an uncooperative orb? Does it need a secret handshake or something? ❞ Of course, if it still continued to not work while in his hands; he was going to claim it broken or cursed. Although, he was more or less expecting Asra to somehow fix it and take the credit. Orb problems require petty solutions. 

therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. || accepting.

Her eyes rest on the slow waves that reach the sand. Absent, distant. She can hear him, but part of her can’t stay by his side when he tells her of a time that comes back like rain. One drop a time until the sounds, images and feelings complete the scenes that once belonged to her. To her past. Her death. Her story.

Did she ever entertain such a possibility? No, not at all. Not only in her active avoidance of chasing memories that simply weren’t there, but also in those brief instants where a random idea made her wonder: what if? What if I was to blame for the accident that cost me this much? What if this happened by the hands of someone I loved? What if, what if. But never in those instants before sleep came to take her away did she wondered: what if I died? What if I shared the destiny of some many in this city? God, she should have thought about it. How stupid, how dumb.

And yet, here she was. Here he was. Together despite it all. How strange was it to feel the beatings of her own heart knowing that it matched the rhythm inside his chest? It was surreal even now that she pressed a hand against her bones to feel the palpitations. To feel a part of him, the one the sacrificed so she could live again.

“I know. I…” She what? What else could she ask of him other than everything he had already done? “…I” Brows knitted in a frown for an instant of dubious silence before she turns to him. His face has carried so much pain already, but if she doesn’t ask right now then there’s a possibility that she never does again. She needs that of him.

“I have so many questions. About that time… about us. Asra- what happened? Why did we part ways?”

send 💉 to spot my muse with a busted lip they planned to hide. || accepting.

“Fuck…”

A loud sigh is heard in the middle of the darkness of her shop. Just that, just a mumbled word as she slides her back against the door until she is finally sitting in the ground, a mess of a human being, too tired to even walk the few steps that stand between her and the bedroom where she could have rested.

How had it all started? The images were mixed and blurred and confusing between the effects of the few drinks she has had and the knock of her head against a wall. Had she thrown the first punch? It had landed in the right place, that she could remember. But who stopped it? How did she escape? Did they tried to find her or did they forgot as soon as she was out of sight? Who knew anymore, if they were any lucky they’d be miles away by the time she learned how to curse them.

“I know, I know. Just- help me up, would you? Thanks.” Her familiar showed her immediate disgust for the state she was in, groaning and huffing even after she had helped her on her feet, and following her from up close in case she needed to catch her or guide her through the shadows of that house. She didn’t like that behavior, she never had, but- could she really blame her? She grew bored of those walls and the silence when she was alone. She missed the loud crowds and the singing and dancing and the roaring of festivities. She has had even from before she went out at night for the first time, as if somehow her body had been the one in need to remember how it was like. To dance, to celebrate.

Too bad that she failed to read on her companion the alarm than announced the presence of someone else in the house. One she would have wanted to avoid before her wound turned into a scar, at least.

“I- I can explain.”

“Old habits and… what again?” And there it was, the usual scenario. The encounter with a common foe as of lately.

Should she congratulate herself on how many days it had passed since the last time? Perhaps, but the truth was that no matter how great her advances on the grasp of language were, she still felt frustrated by this missing spaces in her mind. Things she felt like she should know, that perhaps she once had known. Things that didn’t come to her until taught once more by her companion, and if she was lucky enough she wouldn’t lose again until the next time they were needed. But until then she would have to wonder again and again: old habits. Old habits did something... maybe?

“Sorry, I almost swear I was going to remember that one. You… you are not messing with me this time, do you?” She laughs, and the precious refuge that such sound offers distracts her enough from her former struggle as she continues with her task. The laundry in her arms is left on the closest surface before she comes back to him, to take a seat by his side and to admire this curious thing he has in his hands. 

“When was the first time you started traveling? I mean- this thing is way too small for the number of words I just saw you doing. Not many journeys yet, or... do you have more of these things hidden somewhere else?” Oh, but she has seen it already. That confusing thing in his eyes, that secret waiting behind his lips. Would this finally be the moment that she got to hear what troubled him so much? She hoped she did, she hoped she could be brave enough to ask. But as she formulated the question in her mind she turned from him to the beautiful marks on the paper, allowing herself the pleasure of enjoying something he had made despite not understanding a thing they said.

Dark Magic | @magisecretum 

     “My Aunt used to say that forbidden magic is only forbidden because someone used it the wrong way.” 

     They chime despite their attention still being fixed firmly to the circle of dried and powdered petals, lighting a wider circle of candles with a flick of a charm. Sure that was a bit of a way to circle around the topic but unlike some sort of blood sacrifice all they were trying to do was deal with some whispers they’d be hearing from the walls recently. The noise was starting to become a bother. Sage runes, and just plain ignoring it didn’t seem to do the trick so why not pull out an old tome now and again.

it shouldn’t catch her off guard so much as it does, she thinks, given who she’s speaking to. 

selene lets out a quiet huff of breath, her shoulders drawing up around her ears like it might hide the embarrassed flush creeping up the back of her neck and into her ears. taking compliments of any sort is hard for her, instinct always telling her that it isn’t true or they’re lying. she knows asra isn’t lying, logically, and still–

“i’m not so sure about that,” she says nervously, hands twisting together before her. “–i don’t think i could do most of this on my own.”

@magisecretum

Lyntel blinks, seemingly brought out of their train of thought. “Hmm? Oh, I’ve-” A sigh, deep as they try and gather their thoughts into coherent words. “I’ve been wondering if I- If I have, or had, a family. I- Not that I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me. It’s just- What if they’re worried about me? I don’t remember any family, so I would never recognize them. And what if I’ve already run into them and they never recognized me? Do I look the same as before?” 

KH starter meme - Accepting

      “You think so?” He questions the MAGICIAN. Brow arched as grey hues look at him questioningly. Arms crossed as he’s silent in thought before finally answering him.

      “In a way you are correct. But at the same time no. By ourselves, we are simply us. That is who we are. We simply exist. But without the help of others. Without the different personalities we encounter on a daily basis, we wouldn’t become who we are today. You wouldn’t be Asra without the people in your life and I wouldn’t be Julian without the ones I’ve encountered.”