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Xylaes stared up at the ceiling, exhaling an exasperated sigh as he rubbed at the slight lump now forming on his forehead. An annoyed expression was fixed on his features as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to shrug off the sudden pain.
“Come on, let’s keep going.” Pollux bounced on the balls of his feet, training daggers in hand as he gestured for his friend to get up and keep trying.
“It’s no fucking use…” Xylaes flung both hands upwards before letting them flop back down beside him. “I have no idea how to control it. I have no idea exactly what -it- even is yet since it mostly seems to happen when I’m under extreme pressure.”
Ever since the limb replantation from the House of the Chosen in Maldraxxus, Xylaes had rediscovered some of his magic. Or the arm’s magic, he wasn’t quite certain how that worked just yet. Even after six years he didn’t feel like he was any closer to finding his answers. He had been stripped of all his arcane magic prior to entering prison as a part of his sentence decades ago, and while this replanted arm seemed to have brought some magic back to him, he had no idea how to control it nor how to even summon it at all.
It was mostly random, but he did know that anytime his life seemed to be in immediate danger he was able to access that new, but also old magic. Unfortunately, recreating those types of situations while just sparring was impossible. Pollux had done his best to try to gain the element of surprise on him, attempting to provoke some kind of reaction, but it still had yet to work.
The only thing it was accomplishing now was in pissing him off. “I’m done with this.” Xylaes stood up and began to stalk away when suddenly Pollux was below him, swiping a leg around to knock him off his feet. With a *thump* and a soft grunt, Xylaes found himself on the ground yet again. “Fucking stop it! I said I’m done with this today!” He could feel the anger flaring up inside of him as he rolled onto his feet and stared down the other man.
Pollux once again disappeared from sight with a shrug. Xylaes’s nostrils flared as eyes darted around, attempting to sense his friend who was no doubt about to attack him from the shadows again despite his objections. A sharp jab between his shoulder blades spun him around only to be met with emptiness and the overwhelming urge to punch Pollux in his stupid, pretty face when they actually did take a break. A kick to the back of his knee caused him to drop to his other knee with a pained grunt before being forcefully knocked onto his side once more. Fucking rogues.
He rolled away from the last strike up onto his feet once more, holding up his left hand at the ready in case some kind of magic decided it wanted to make itself known to him. Pollux appeared for a split second a handful of yards away and tossed one of those training daggers right at Xy’s face. He couldn’t call upon any magic, but he did manage to slap the weapon away mid-air; at least his reaction time was still decent. A thought made too soon when a sudden jab thunked against his lower back, spinning him around once again.
No longer just frustrated at this point, Xylaes was pissed off. Mostly at himself because he could not figure out how to make this blasted arm, nor any part of himself for that matter, produce any kind of magic on cue or even by accident. It had been nothing but disappointment day after day of sparring, practicing, focusing, meditating, or anything that might help him. So much work with zero results would get to anyone after a while, and today was that day for him. Pollux certainly wasn’t helping.
He abruptly found himself knocked onto his ass once more, and in a moment of pure, simmering rage he bellowed out a loud, “FUCK OFF!”, as he shot his left arm out before him.
Pollux was suddenly knocked from the shadows, staggering a few steps before finding his footing. There was a moment of confusion on his face before he clutched at the sides of his head and dropped to his knees, eyes watering, blood trickling from his nose, and clearly in pain as he gasped out, “Stop….Stop it…STOP!!”
That oddly alluring rage was quick to fade and so was Pollux’s invisible assault. Both men stared at each other across the training grounds, in a little bit of lingering pain, but mostly in confusion. Pollux was the first to move, getting to his feet as he wiped the blood from his face, and moving over to Xylaes to offer a hand up. He didn’t take it just yet, still attempting to wrap his mind around whatever had just happened.
That certainly was not his magic, but it was his doing…right?
Pollux retracted his hand and sighed, flopping down next to Xylaes on the ground. “I think…” He paused, attempting to collect his thoughts. He had felt that pain before, he knew exactly what that was. “I think we need to consider that perhaps that arm has given you access to…other types of magic.”
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“Forest Sampler” - machine quilted paper, hand embroidery, paper sculpture, beading. Displayed in an antique printer’s tray. by Lost Lake Studio
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my scholarly physique and delicate constitution are not well-suited to questing, but they keep me around because i’m very good at saying ominous and unsettling things at significant moments
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Chanel High Jewelry Tweed Cambon Earrings
18k White Gold, 18k Yellow Gold, Platinum, Yellow Diamonds, White Diamonds and Rock Crystal
Source: hauteliving.com
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Fiorenze turned and admired the tailored fit of the pantsuit-in-progress in the tri-fold mirror at the back of the atelier’s shop. The elegant weave of the black fabric caught the light with a subtle blue iridescent sheen that was only marred by the occasional line of chalk. A few other alterations were going to need to be made, but it was close to done.
She’d never worn a suit to one of Annya’s galleries, her past choices had been opulent, overly expensive gowns. This time felt a little different; it wasn’t her first time attending as a non-noble, but it was the first since embracing her nature magic and trying to shift her path away from the heavy weight of her parents’ expectations.
It was a little curious to feel so comforted by the chaos. Months ago it had been so overwhelming and daunting to consider. The prospect of the rest of her life was still objectively terrifying, but as each day passed she found she grieved less and looked forward to more. Her fingers tugged on the cuff of the sleeve to get the suit jacket’s shoulders to settle into place and smiled at her reflection.
The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, and once the embroidery was done, and the moss and lichen began to grow the suit would be even more so. Things were going well. Routines felt stable. Attending the gallery felt more exciting now — especially if she was going to look this good. What was the point of going somewhere if you couldn’t turn a head or two, hopefully five or more.
She sighed and smiled, happy not to feel so hopeless.
@vixannya
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((Avoid if you wanna remain The War Within spoiler free!))
Deep in thought, Annya crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back a few feet as she stared curiously at one of her most recent paintings. This particular piece had vexed her since she first had the vision of this soldier’s death. Not because it had been difficult, in fact it had been one of the easier death’s to witness clearly with her gift. In her experience, this typically meant that fate was inalterable for this poor schmuck. Of course she didn’t tell him that, everyone wanted to have hope that they could change their future if they knew the awful things it had in store for them.
The most unsettling part of this painting was not how he was killed; she had seen and painted plenty of others being crushed to death and what that entailed. It was the surrounding cracked, purple stained glass and slate roofing the color of lapis lazuli that put that knot in her stomach. She had learned a long time ago to always trust her gut when it came to matters such as this.
This looked like Dalaran. Whether it was still within Dalaran and in the sky, or elsewhere, that was unknown to her. There was too much rubble around to try and distinguish much else, and her vision only allowed a small portion of this much bigger scene. Unstable structures didn’t seem like a good explanation, they were rather good with building upkeep within the floating city. An accident, perhaps, or something much, much worse.
She frowned at the painting, internally debating if she wanted to know the full truth, especially since Dalaran had been her home for a long time now. There was always a danger involved when it came to messing with fate, not to mention the believability of her claims. While she had an excellent track record in foreseeing death, she still had her skeptics and those who assumed she had a hand in creating said deaths. Plus, without a specific date to put to an event, it would be near impossible to plan for anything.
The pros and cons were internally weighed, but when it came down to it her own survival almost always won out. After all, it’s how she evaded her own demise multiple times. Retrieving her comm from her pocket, she sent out a message to the painting’s subject, inquiring if he would be willing and able to come and sit for her again.
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Michał Mroczka (b.1984) - Pillow for the Sleeper. 2022. Acrylic on canvas.
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““The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.””
— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via writeswithafist)
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SEND ‘🥞’, THEY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEIR LIFE. IF THE EMOJI CANNOT BE SEEN, SEND ‘Pancakes’.
"I'm learning how to be a druid of a sort. I have some access to nature magic, though it was concealed from me for a long time. It's strange how easily some of it comes to me, especially the style my teacher commands.
She blends nature seamlessly with arcane and can call down the stars. It's astonishing to watch, and feels powerful to do. There is something to be said for being able to take that particular kind of chaos and draw it into a stunning order.
I'm enjoying it. I've never been good at learning, but this is nice."
( Thanks @kharrisdawndancer! )
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