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metamorphosis2012-07-29 11:17 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-07-29 11:17 pm
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Title: elemental harmony
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
140/365.
The Archmage - capitals, even in his mind, because of her role, her importance, what she’s become - stands beside him, fingers curled around a knotted staff and an impatient look on her face. He tilts his head, a courtesy; she rolls her eyes and touches his shoulder. Freezing clothing meets fiery skin and she pauses, but there’s no hesitance in it, just a moment of understanding before the hand trails down his arm and meets his hand.
They’re two sides of power; his is the cold of the Abyss, with even less a life than he’d been given before, while hers is the infinite source of all magic, having become the truth mages had sought for thousands of years. She understands what he’s done where others don’t, although her look is no less piteous than the rest (and he wonders if it’s okay to feel pity for her, too, for her to know so much and not be able to share it in fear of betrayal and bloodshed, of another world ruined), and even though the pure warmth of her power will never be able to get the blood in his veins to move again (and nor could his chill ever freeze hers, if it even existed anymore or if it was replaced by the world’s lifeblood) he appreciates the touch.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
140/365.
The Archmage - capitals, even in his mind, because of her role, her importance, what she’s become - stands beside him, fingers curled around a knotted staff and an impatient look on her face. He tilts his head, a courtesy; she rolls her eyes and touches his shoulder. Freezing clothing meets fiery skin and she pauses, but there’s no hesitance in it, just a moment of understanding before the hand trails down his arm and meets his hand.
They’re two sides of power; his is the cold of the Abyss, with even less a life than he’d been given before, while hers is the infinite source of all magic, having become the truth mages had sought for thousands of years. She understands what he’s done where others don’t, although her look is no less piteous than the rest (and he wonders if it’s okay to feel pity for her, too, for her to know so much and not be able to share it in fear of betrayal and bloodshed, of another world ruined), and even though the pure warmth of her power will never be able to get the blood in his veins to move again (and nor could his chill ever freeze hers, if it even existed anymore or if it was replaced by the world’s lifeblood) he appreciates the touch.