#wisdomofthepast

I will buy, reinstall and main one just for you

Please don’t.

Levi is admittedly still new to the whole magic thing, and while all his books suggested he study and try smaller spells before doing anything major, he doesn’t want to wait.

His sister had tearfully confided to him that she was having trouble conceiving with her husband, and Levi is determined to fix that. So he’d tracked down what he’s pretty sure is an old Norse fertility spell, though he’ll admit to not being able to translate all of it. But what’s important is he can read the instructions (mostly) and that it’s definitely related to Thor, and fertility, and having a child.

And so this is how he ends up with a small altar in his bedroom, the needed materials laid out in front of him as he recites the incantations and focuses his mind on casting, and his hope on the child to be added soon to his family. 

Matthew didn’t argue with the man for a second. The centaur was enormous, in every way, and a part of it scared the hell out of Matt. But the other part? The boy fell to his knees, his eyes wide as he looked up at the woodland god, fists clenched at his sides. “Is...is this okay?” Matt spoke up in a soft voice, his heart beating.

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“Are you, uh, sure that this is a good idea?” Max asked as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror with his long hair in his eyes, “I have never had short hair before, man. You sure we should cut it?” he asked.

levi wasn’t exactly sure what the hell was going on, the last thing he remembered was that he went out like he usually had in the morning for a jog. every morning at dawn, if weather permitted, that’s what he did. his ears would be plugged up with earbuds, music blaring as he jogged. however this morning he hadn’t made if very far before something struck him across the head hard enough to make everything go black. when he finally came to his head was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure where he was, but he heard footsteps. “w-who’s there?” his voice was rough, his eyes darted around as he looked for the person. he pressed his fingers to the swollen lump on his head and winced in pain.

“Thank you” Eoin said with a confident voice as his host fixed the hinges in the door. He could’ve done that himself, honestly, and it looked to be a rather easy task— but then Zach wouldn’t have come to do it himself. Throughout the couple days that he’d taken this room at the Inn, the male had made it his job to find whatever was wrong with it, just to have an excuse to have the owner come and show his face. Sometimes he simply thanked him, but whenever the task felt too trivial, the Stablemaster offered something in return— food, a drink, something he could use around the place. “I wonder why no one else had noticed the door was beginning to collapse. You must think I’m a pain in the ass” as he said those words, his head tilted a little, watching the way the man bent over with a bit of hunger in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, someone had to tell you this” Sebastian said as he sat by the other, looking away from their table as he closed in, just close enough to be able to whisper into his ear. “You are gorgeous, and there are many unspeakable things I would do to you” the man said with a smile, scooting away with a wink before he stood to go back to his own table.

“The Vault is not open to thieves” the dragon stood in his human form, arms crossed over his wide and powerful chest, as if to make a barrier to the other man. Over the last couple weeks, Thelgalon had noticed an increasing number of adventurers seeking his Father’s scales, his riches, his secrets. If there was any claim to those, it was only for the Black Dragonflight, and thus he’d made it his personal task to protect the place with the help of a couple mages in the Kirin Tor. “I’m afraid you won’t find anything here, outsider” Thelos’ arms relaxed down to his sides as he walked past the large dark-haired man, Felo’melorn gleaming with a fiery and violent light on his waist. The Vault was now perfectly sealed, and no one would enter without his explicit permission.