#wizard gemini

The wizard kept to the shade in the training yard, the cool alcoves inside the castle, and in the royal gardens early in the morning and late at night.

The note:

Helm-

I wished to inform you that you are not in debt to me, and have served your punishment in this particular circumstance. I did not tell anyone what transpired between the two of you, and I will not, unless I am asked by either of the parties directly involved.

I also wanted to provide you with some gifts. These salves and ointments should help ease some of the pain and blood loss when you remove your armour. Just layer them on in thin layers on top of your muscle.

The one in the blue jar, you can apply to the inside of your armour when it’s removed. I am not sure if the flesh that clings to the inside of it rots or not, but either way, this should help keep it cleaner and eventually reduce the pain you feel when you remove pieces from yourself.

The herbs- I recommend brewing those in some heated water. You may write or visit my gardens if you would like more.

I hope you and Mortimer are doing well.

- @geminimeowdust

P.S.- If you ever have the hankering to go after Cuervo for a little murder, let me know so I can assist you.

[It takes its time fumbling over the words, quietly sounding them out so it doesn't have to hunt down a servant to help it. A gift? For it? From the one who hung it by its ankle? Hmm. That's... nice, actually. It can accept this. It would be nice not to hurt all the time. It's also nice to know that the wizard won't tell anybody.

It makes a small attempt to look around for charcoal or something, then it decides to pull off its gauntlet and just use its own blood to attempt to write a response on the back of the note.]

Gimini,

Thank u for the stuf Iam in pan al days. Iam sory for the blod I coud not find riting tols. Iam teching my self this thank u. I get urgs a lots and I lik dirctin for murdur thank u I wil visit son

Helm

P.S. lok i can spel my nam

[When it finishes its writing, it rolls up the note and tosses it out the window. With the (presumably) magic birds around, all letters tend to find their target. With the letter gone, it starts to peel off its armor to apply the salves and ointments. Why not? It'll use the cloth for something, too. Maybe a bit of color on its armor.]

translated:

In fact, I believe tonight’s festivities are to welcome a neighbouring realm’s prince and several dignitaries.

It will be quite interesting to witness these dynamics. The prince has asked me not to attend so as not to offend the visitors, but what harm is there in eavesdropping?

my human form disappears. a long-haired black cat with amethyst eyes sits in place of my human form before meowing and slipping out into the halls of the castle

Gemini is one being that has been splintered and exists in different realms and timelines. Each one’s personality varies, and sometimes one can temporarily swap into another, though they know nothing in particular about the others’ existence (they don’t quite remember that the others exist except for brief memories of the Incident) [I’ll write that at some point but it’s gonna be some WORK]

- (why does this happen? sometimes the universe demands it, sometimes one tries for funsies, some of them remember one particular thing that draws them back to that particular realm.)

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Every court they serve has a door to their tower. The doors and visual aspect of their tower in a keep are illusory. Doors are portals to their actual tower. The location is not secret, but most assume they just travel between each court as needed.

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I’m calling the Bloodhaven realm the primary. In this reality, there are two splinters of the initial being- the court wizard and the exiled wizard.

- An agreement has been reached between the two to stay out of each others’ hair.

— the two may exist together in other timelines

[there is more but I have to finish sorting that out and I want to figure out how to show off the tower in its most common form]

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each knight has a standard set of wards, but there are a few I take extra care with. setting small stones at intersections of fine golden lines of power.

maybe it’s selfish to provide them with more. maybe it’s selfish that I need them to come back.

maybe it’s selfish to want to feel their hands and mouths on my body after battle to reassure me that they’re living.