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metamorphosis2012-08-24 02:19 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-24 02:19 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: destruction
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
169/365.
"Stop that!" The weight of an ice spear appears in his hand before he can think about who, exactly, he's shoving it in the direction of. "You're not alone, so stop casting your magic so recklessly!"
She flinches when the spear hits the wall beside her, its prongs sliding cleanly through the hard stone. It shatters a moment later, not from the power or force of it but from its time simply running out, and he grimaces under her guarded eyes. He feels the three holes beside her head, too angry to apologize for the scare. She doesn't apologize either - not for her silence, or for using fire around flammable flowers, or anything like that - and slides away from him, keeping her eyes to the air just above his shoulder.
It's a little uncharacteristic of her not to fight back, but he doesn't comment on it until they're back in West Coast. He wouldn't have even mentioned it - just let it slip away with the rest of the day's frustrations -, if Sharan hadn't given him a level look as she helped them with their spells. He steps back when she's done with him and turns her attention to his distaff counterpart, and he waits for an opportune moment to ask. There isn't one, so he swallows his pride and tries to sound like he's sincere.
"Are you..." She looks up at him, eyebrows knitting together neatly (even as her hands continue to work with the pages of Sharan's grimoire, thumbing through the spells she doesn't need, with a wisdom that surpasses her years), and he clears his throat to cover his pause. "You okay?"
"Why do you care?" He deserved that, and doesn't quite know how to respond. It's all right; she sighs and shuts the grimoire, smiling at Sharan. She takes his hand (it's a little surprising, to say the least), and he lets her pull him a little ways away.
"I lost an auction for a rod, that's all." He hopes his confusion doesn't show on his face. The way her eyes widen a bit, then turns, lets him know it has. She uses staffs, not rods, and she knows he knows and he knows she knows he knows, so then why --?
She doesn't explain, but shrugs and asks if they can go to the First Spine again.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
169/365.
"Stop that!" The weight of an ice spear appears in his hand before he can think about who, exactly, he's shoving it in the direction of. "You're not alone, so stop casting your magic so recklessly!"
She flinches when the spear hits the wall beside her, its prongs sliding cleanly through the hard stone. It shatters a moment later, not from the power or force of it but from its time simply running out, and he grimaces under her guarded eyes. He feels the three holes beside her head, too angry to apologize for the scare. She doesn't apologize either - not for her silence, or for using fire around flammable flowers, or anything like that - and slides away from him, keeping her eyes to the air just above his shoulder.
It's a little uncharacteristic of her not to fight back, but he doesn't comment on it until they're back in West Coast. He wouldn't have even mentioned it - just let it slip away with the rest of the day's frustrations -, if Sharan hadn't given him a level look as she helped them with their spells. He steps back when she's done with him and turns her attention to his distaff counterpart, and he waits for an opportune moment to ask. There isn't one, so he swallows his pride and tries to sound like he's sincere.
"Are you..." She looks up at him, eyebrows knitting together neatly (even as her hands continue to work with the pages of Sharan's grimoire, thumbing through the spells she doesn't need, with a wisdom that surpasses her years), and he clears his throat to cover his pause. "You okay?"
"Why do you care?" He deserved that, and doesn't quite know how to respond. It's all right; she sighs and shuts the grimoire, smiling at Sharan. She takes his hand (it's a little surprising, to say the least), and he lets her pull him a little ways away.
"I lost an auction for a rod, that's all." He hopes his confusion doesn't show on his face. The way her eyes widen a bit, then turns, lets him know it has. She uses staffs, not rods, and she knows he knows and he knows she knows he knows, so then why --?
She doesn't explain, but shrugs and asks if they can go to the First Spine again.