Aquatic Magician

From what he could gather, the shells were carrying about her magical energies, or something around that line. If that was the case, she had been severely outdone quite a few times over with modern day technology. Some people would break it gently to her. He was not some people.

"All the power we could ever need is stored in an ars magus or grimoires, like this-"

He lifted his right arm up - if she wasn’t from around here, she wouldn’t be able to recognize the highly sought out Azure Grimoire, would she? However, on the other hand, the Azure was hardly a perfect seal. It was likely that she could feel waves of it’s dark aura emanating from it, only a whisper of its true power…

"Ya see, they’re a bit more practical and a bit less trampy. I mean, if you got it, flaunt it, I guess, but if you’re gonna go bragging about it, try not be too disapp-."

The rest of his words were drowned out by the great deluge of water that fell atop of his head, leaving him sputtering and gasping for air. Indignant - and with hair that was significantly less spiked for once - he turned on the woman.

The darkness she could feel from it was unsettling but there was no disputing its immeasurable power; she almost forgot his previous behavior in favor of this wondrous magic.

"YOU BITCH! I’M FUCKING SOAKED!"

Snapping her out of her excited state, the curt words would, bring her elated expression back to annoyance.  Shifting her arms under her bust uncomfortably, she would upturn her nose a bit, regaining her confidence after she had been rattled by the magician side of this man, trying to brush off his yelling, she would return her focus to the grimoire she had been shown. - ⽔

"Life force..."

⽔ - She would deduce, looking at the dripping wet man who, hopefully, had calmed down.  It wasnt much different than her own use of magic...magic was someone's life force after all and Yamuraiha had used a good amount of her own to keep her King's kingdom in a barrier.  That was beside the point though, curious as she was, this magic was dark and she did not dabble in such. - ⽔

He kept his guard up, but in all honesty, he wasn’t all that concerned about this ludicrously dressed woman before him. Which, back on that train of thought, he was fairly certain he was in the presence of someone who could use magic, if the twitching in his right arm was indication. Her look certainly fit - in some ways- the look of a witch. Question was, how strong of a witch was she? If it was potent enough for his Grimoire to react to it, it certainly wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Were she atNine’s level then he could be in some deep shit.

Could be. Extremely doubtful it was that serious though.

Her wondrous expression that had been written on her facade as he spoke about magic quickly faded into an unamused, thin line as her lips pursed together in irritation.  This arrogant, white haired male reminded her too much of that idiot swordsman, with a bit more intelligence, she would admit. - ⽔

"Magoi storage devices, the only ones in existence, because I created them."

⽔ - Obviously proud of her work, she couldnt help but boast about them when asked...even if it was inadvertently...at his ocean comment, her eyes would narrow some. The ocean was a formidable foe or a soothing ally, with a flick of her fingers, a large gathering of water would form over the males head, and with another wave of her wrist it would wash over the top of him, soaking him wet. An amused and triumphant expression on the magician's face. - ⽔

"…"

He had seen his fair share of women sporting ridiculous outfits, ranging from a justice freak with an eye on her hat, to the extremely skimpy Mu-12 attire, to the infamous Butt Floss. And then THIS woman shows up.

Was this something he was supposed to tell the other generals? Their king? A relationship between two generals wasn’t that big of a deal was it? Or was it unprofessional. Perhaps things would change when they got back. All of this would be forgotten, but that’s not what he wanted. In fact, if it was possible, he would rather they just stay in this place. Yamuraiha could live a full life without having to leave him.

"Try again? I thought someone of your...grand estimation would put their many experiences to use.”

Whoa. Wow. Was that a challenge? Did she just tease him in such a way? Friends or not, the two could still be considered rivals. Nothing wrong with friendly competition, even if it’s with a person you love. She would definitely understand if he was a bit more forward, right? A bit…rougher.

"I’ll just give you the best experience of your life to make up for it then."

A second attempt would then take place. But before engaging her lips. His hands would place themselves under her thighs and lift her into the air. Whether she held onto him or not made no difference to him. The lips that were ready to succumb to her nervous tic were already his again. Harder, longer, and with much more interaction between their lips, Sharrkan would show his closest companion that he was no longer a boy. Yamuraiha would learn first hand how much he had grown.

Seconds ticked by as he invaded her mouth. Swordplay wasn’t exactly the only thing he was good at. Pleasing a partner came with time and experience. Fortunately or unfortunately, he had plenty to spare with the woman in his arms. She may have been older than him, but he obviously knew much more than she did. After releasing her lips, Sharrkan would give a triumphant smile as if he had claimed the treasure of a dungeon all on his own.

It was then that she realized she had settled back into her comfort zone once more.  Retreating into her mind and thinking about magic, her lips threatening to spew all sorts of random magical information in a cascade of words that put most people to sleep.

"Enough experience for ya?"

"If what they say is true...practice makes perfect, then I guess so."

⽔ - Her rather nervous expression was still somewhat dazed by his kiss. Her lips still tingled a bit where he had caught them in his own and she idly would bring her finger tips to them in thought before rising from the floor.

Turning her head over her shoulder she would stare at Sharrkan, a half smile on her lips. Usual sharp words subdued for a bit as she acted a bit more kindly towards him. - ⽔

Without realizing, one aspiration had ruined his relationship with her. Becoming just like Sinbad was what led him to deviate from his homeland. Most wanted to follow or listen to him, empower the leader they chose to make his dream a reality. And Sharrkan was no different, but he also wanted to be him. At first, it was difficult getting away from his royal background. Finding himself with women around his arms, some he barely even knew lying in his bed, was a brand new experience to him. However, Yamuraiha would grow distant from him, though he never connected the dots with that situation.

Everything would go sour from that point on. They wouldn’t spend time together. Fights would become more frequent. The final straw was insulting each other’s field of interest. Nights of having her doze off next to him as she tried to get him to understand magic were gone. Their relationship was one of the few things that truly belonged to him outside of what he was entitled to as royalty. But that was long gone. While she had grown to dislike him, his feelings would soon follow in suit.

Sinbad was a great man, a great leader, something about him made his existence stand tall above all others. There was one thing Sharrkan could not forgive however. The barrier that stood around Sindria at all times was slowly killing the person he cared about most. Everyone knew that, she had told how magic and the consumption of magoi worked too many times for him not to know. Months, years, it didn’t matter at all. One day, before he could grow old wither away, she would go before him. Her hypocritical statement of not dying with his sword in hand would fall on deaf ears. How could she leave him first and expect him to be okay with that?

A small laugh and the words to follow would break the negative string of thoughts floating through his head.

"You idiot, someone can choose to love something outside of their preferences."

The words would strike a chord in his heart. Was that a yes? An acceptance of his feelings? That wasn’t a no right? Of course not. No no. It couldn’t be. There should have been a law forbidding people from being so elated by such simple words. But to Sharrkan, hearing that from her meant everything. Kissing someone who loved you was okay right? Did he have to ask? Maybe…possibly…but Sharrkan was a doing type of person, not an asking. It was quick and quite lacking in the finesse he had when wielding his sword. But his nerves would eat away at him as he pressed his lips against hers, if only for a brief moment. A chaste kiss at best shared between children. Yamuraiha was within his grasp and this was all he could muster. Being two years apart, he felt she probably had much more experience than she let on. Lips that only spoke of magic were soft against his. A sensation that could not be described would come over him. And he wanted to do it again, perhaps with a little less innocence.

There was part of her, however, that worried that he might return to his former ways when and if, they returned to Sindria. That all of this development between them would be cast to the wayside, in favor of Sharrkan pursuing bed mates under the guidance of Sinbad and Yamuraiha becoming bitter about the situation.

She knew he was nervous, which surprised her with all the experience he surely had acquired.  Yamuraiha on the other hand, was foreign to this sort of thing...her string of 20 rejections left her with no experience in the romance department.  Though if he continued to look at her like that, she might just start reciting excerpts from one of her magical text books.  A nervous tic.

Shifting uncomfortably against him she would move her hands to touch the front of his attire, her fingers lacing with the cloth near his chest as she stared downwards, slightly nervous.  It wasnt until he would move quickly and catch her lips in his own briefly, that she would realize, completely, his feelings.

Though the kiss was brief and innocent, it told her what he had been saying all along, in one action. A faint blush adorned her cheeks, yet she still managed to keep her sharp tongue intact.

"Ah…sorry I got a bit excited. Mind if I…try again?"

"Try again? I thought someone of your...grand estimation would put their many experiences to use."

name: Brooklyn age: 23 birthday: may 12 zodiac: Taurus single or taken: taken height: 5’4” eye color: blue middle name: ashley favorite color: purple lucky number: 13

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hogwarts house: ravenclaw favorite fictional character: hitagi senjougahara...

favorite television show: reign or new girl favorite season: summer describe yourself in a few words: apparently im a very pretty, ice queen shota con... meaning of your name: water, lives by the stream ultimate otp: araragi x senjougahara What do you plan to/do for a living: Im a graphic designer and food photographer starbucks order: what dont I order? But usually a white chocolate mocha with 2 pumps cinnamon dolce.

     THIS OR THAT:

"Shar…Don’t do that, and stand up."

Not happening. Now Shar? There was something he hadn’t heard from her in quite a long time. Days spent running around different countries and continents with Sinbad on the seven seas came to mind. Time invested into helping their king, fighting in his name, seeing the world, and a young magician who always seemed to smile in his direction. But even when she asked him to, his legs seemed to be locked in place. Was this really how heartbreak worked?

Feeling her on his shoulder would allow him to raise his head just a little. While he wasn’t about to cry, extreme depression really didn’t suit the swordsman at all. Looking back at Yamuraiha, he could only let out an elongated sigh full of woe and disappointment. Sure. He would get up eventually. Maybe bury his sadness in a bottle of booze soon after that as well.

"Don’t you have some sort of swordsmen code to uphold? I doubt it tolerates acting like this. "

"No. There’s no code. I’m just a pathetic, lowly, insignificant swordsman. You’re right. I just need to find someone who enjoys watching me wave around a hunk of metal like a feather duster."

While he was usually more than happy to just let things she said or did not effect him at all, this was much different. Of course he was going to act this way. This was important to him. He cared about her quite a lot. Saying those things directly to her face took a lot more courage than he actually had.

Feeling the sudden sensation of her against his back opened up his mind a little bit. It was almost as if he was the prince that had left his country once again. There was little he had to his name besides the friends he grew to know so well. And the one that meant the world to him suddenly returned. It was now or never. Sink or swim. If he wanted her to be the only girl that meant anything to him, even a friend, he had to be honest right now. Shifting to his knees, he would turn around and catch Yamuraiha in his chest.

Their closeness had ended, a bit abruptly, the first time Sharrkan had brought a woman into his quarters. King Sinbad had encouraged him to "become a man", likely pressured the rather impressionable idiot into laying with some girl he barely knew. He had seen Sinbad do it, night after night...that he eventually fell into the same pattern...and their relationship became strained.

Her memories of him, turned from happy to bitter. The betrayal she felt from her friend who had told her he would marry her as a child, even if it was likely a joke, festered deep in her heart...driving the magician to resent his attitude and swordsmanship. After all, only arrogant, underdeveloped buffoons played with pointy sticks.

Her arms wrapped around him as she hugged him tightly.  She had never been happy with the outcome of their friendship. It turned into rivalry and misunderstanding.

"Yamura—hm….Yam. I’m probably not fit for you. I don’t like magic, I don’t have a beard, and that probably won’t change any time soon. But I have always loved you. Before Sindria and even now."

A soft chuckle would escape her lips at his comment, more specifically about the beards. Looking up at him she would release her stronghold somewhat. - ⽔

Feather duster?! Back when they were children, they admired each other’s skills. There were no ill feelings between the two. Things had changed .Time and circumstances had progressed and their friendship deteriorated. Realizing how bad things had become only made him feel worse.

But hopefully with what he had said, confessing his actual feelings. She would maybe forgive him. Maybe she wouldn’t like him how he liked her. But maybe they could at least be friends again. There wasn’t anyone in his life that he wanted to be around more than her. But what he heard in response to his own words definitely wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

"Is that so?"

As if his world seemed to crumble around him, the grown man crouched down and seemed to…almost…was he crying? No. Not just yet. But he was rather depressed.

"Of course I do. I always have"

There were very few things Sharrkan aspired to do in his lifetime these days. His swordplay was near the peak of perfection. He had become a general in one of the most well known countries in the entire world. There was a man above him who respected him and he respected back. The person that he wished to follow and serve treated him as an equal. But above all that. Above anything else, he wanted to be close to his friend again.

He had been genuine, it was something lost to them over the years, his honest feelings.  She had almost forgotten that he was his own person before he started imitating Sinbad. A sigh escaped her lips, and her hand would rest on his shoulder. This was far greater than a child being upset over something they had been refused, his feelings, they seemed to be real.

For the first time in awhile the magicians words would not be a jibe at her fellow general. Instead her voice would call him by the nickname she had used as a child.  Something both of them had likely forgotten a long time ago; just waiting to reemerge during a critical moment. - ⽔

"Shar...Don't do that, and stand up."

⽔ - Her slender fingers that lingered on his shoulder as she waited for him to stand seemed almost too weak, a side effect of her extensive magoi usage. Pulling her hand away from him she waited for him to regain his composure, ushering him along with a soft. - ⽔

"Don't you have some sort of swordsmen code to uphold? I doubt it tolerates acting like this. "

⽔ - Words were aimed to light the passion inside him he usually had, not to exactly upset him. Only remind him of how he usually acted. He was arrogant and optimistic, small setbacks would simply roll off his back without worry...

             Instantly Elsa’s hands shot up, waving away the apology.

     “ No need, truly, ” she assured, grinning, “ my title has no bearings here,                    so I’m just Elsa to you. I’d rather see each other as equals. ”

Perhaps she should get into the habit of introducing herself as only Elsa, for that would save surely her, and her companion some awkward moments— but nobility was so deeply ingrained in her being, she couldn’t think of Elsa without putting Queen before it. 

                  “ Water is your affinity? ” 

        Eyes widened in astonishment, one hand resting flat against her sternum. So they were much alike, after all, being able to master a singular element. That being said…

                      “ I have little knowledge to share, I’m sorry to say.                                          Everything I know, I simply… know. ”

Trying to hold back her almost indecent manner of girlish squealing, the bluette would idly rest her staff against her shoulder, touching one of her magoi storage devices that were in the form of seashells on her ears. - ⽔

"Just know? Such raw talent and power, you have to have some sort of training to accomplish such wonderful magical formulas."

⽔ - Even Aladdin who had such power, needed guidance, and Yamuraiha herself had studied and researched extensively to reach the zenith of her magical prowess. Without the proper training, there was no way a magician could develop correctly.