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roseonne · 6 months

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Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life. The hardest one she fought, however, is against a measuring tape.

idea by & dedicated to @suispicibo-setomaouge ! ( ao3 link )

Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life.

Did she win over them, though? Oh, absolutely. She might not look the part, but she is a fierce fighter. It may seem scary at first too; but she sure won't back down on anything! Be it against a class deadline, a big bully, a creepy bug, or even the wooden door with the 'arts and crafts room' sign hanging onto it.

I-I am a fighter...!

The redhead swallows a lump down her throat, as she continues glaring at the colorful signage.

"I... I am a fighter," she tries to convince herself, voice slightly quivering, and barely audible enough to sound like a whisper.

Her eyes have been glued to the door in front of her for how many minutes now? Five? Thankfully, the hallway's empty; no one's around to spot her struggling to figure out exactly what her preferred manner of knocking would be.

Should I tap with my fingers three times? Slowly? What should I say? Do I open the door right away or wait for a response before I proceed?

With each passing moment, the more frantic she grows and restless she becomes. She's supposed to be meeting someone hereーquite the special person for her, truth be toldーand it's already past the particular time they both agreed to meet at. Repeatedly glancing over to her left, then to her right, and back down to the watch strapped onto her wrist every thirty seconds could only take her so far. She has to decide. Quickly.

But her chest is pounding, hands are trembling, and an almost endless whirl of thoughts making her a little lightheaded.

Great.

Talk about leaving first impressions! And because Chloe couldn't have asked to be in a better state, her brain fails to instinctively register the door suddenly swinging open, thus revealing the very person she is bound to meet merely standing there, right before her eyes, frozen in shock.

"Chloe!"

The evident surprise in Rutile's tone brings her back to her senses. And with her senses regained, comes a wave of panic crashing over her entirely.

"R-Rutile!?" The internal wince she has to endure as her pitch rises to a volume higher than the clouds outside that day could ever reach. "Wh-where are you going...?"

"Oh, thank goodness you're here, Chloe!" Rutile exclaims, sighing deeply in utmost relief. "I was so worried, I thought something might have happened. I was just about to go look for you!"

Chloe could very well recognize butterflies fluttering in her stomach, whenever she feels them. And there's definitely a whole army residing in her tummy right now.

"Are you sure you're okay?" the blonde asks again, eyes filled with nothing but genuine concern, carefully examining each and every facial feature of hers.

"I am!" Chloe rigorously nods her head, hopefully enough to be able to convey her assurance. "I'm... I'm alright. Really."

A short pause. The air surrounding themーit's quiet, but also quite thick and tensed.

Rutile has yet to tear her solid green gaze away from Chloe. Any longer this goes on, the redhead isn't too keen about being able to decently handle its consequences.

And how can she, really? When she's always had this biggest crush on Rutile.

Rutile Flores. The school's most prided model. She's kind, caring, and beautiful. She's easy to get along with, has great style, and is extremely popular across campus grounds. Anyone's bound to fall for her plenty charms!

But Chloeーthe good, little, aspiring designer that she isーcould only go as far as hope to have her feelings noticed; and even farther be reciprocated. Not like she thinks she stands little to no chance at all in the first place, though.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to promise me that you'll tell me if anything's wrong," Rutile abruptly says, much to Chloe's astonishment.

Taken aback slightly, Chloe brings her eyes up to meet Rutile's. The expression on the latter's face remains stern, but Chloe can tell she's only saying these purely out of her best intentions. Something she would very much love to hear, and something she greatly appreciates.

"Would that be alright? I promise I'll do the same for you," Rutile hastily adds.

Nothing's wrong with being a bit too trusting, yes? Especially considering the circumstances at hand, Chloe discerns, with the tiniest sparkle of hope she forever carries in her, that maybe, just maybe, she actually deserves a shot at this.

In a heartbeat, the redhead replies with a smile, "Sure. I promise."

~~~~~

Chloe has had a lot of battles in her life.

She would bravely conquer one after another, like the true warrior she is. It's the experiences of this kind that helped convince her that she can do anything, so long as she perseveres in it. But never once did she anticipate a measuring tape to be the one battle that gave her the most trouble in years.

Come on... Come on...!

She mentally cheers herself on and on. The measuring tape she's working with has constantly been getting stuck in between her fingers as she tries her best to note all of Rutile's measurements down on her notebook.

"Ack!" And there it goes again.

"A-Are you okay...?"

It's so frustrating, honestly. When she found out from a club announcement that Rutile's in need of an outfit or two to represent their school at an upcoming event, Chloe gathered up a lifetime's worth of courage and immediately offered her aid. Which, to her surprise, Rutile herself graciously accepted.

The stakes are high. I can't mess up, Chloe tells to herself in her head, I just can't!

But how, exactly, can she not mess up? She's practically, physically, prestigiously a mere couple of inches away from her biggest crush!

"Uhm," Rutile curiously jives in. "How are my measurements going, Chloe?"

"Oh! Er-pretty good, actually." Chloe lets out a nervous laugh. "I... just need to take the length of your arms and we're all good!"

"Wow... That's amazing! You really are something. Thank you, my dear Chloe!"

After jutting the last set of numbers she recalls down on paper and upon realizing what she had just been called, Chloe's face then subconsciously zooms back up too closely to Rutile's that she yelps and jolts several steps away on reflex, causing her to lose the balance on her feet. Luckily, Rutile reaches out just in time to pull Chloe back towards her body to prevent her from completely falling flat on the ground.

"Careful, Chloe!"

Surreal. The only word to ever describe it all. Chloe could almost mistake this as another one of her many, bittersweet dreams at random nights. If it really is a dream, then perhaps it's alright to remain asleep for a little while longer; maybe at least until she witnesses the end of this beautiful story.

But if it isn't just a 'dream'...

"Please don't hurt yourself, Chloe." There is a hint of pain lingering in each of Rutile's words that touches the core of her soul. The redhead still could barely believe it.

With a heart as light as the threads that seem to have magically tied their fates together, Chloe leaves her answer drifting amidst the calm, early autumn breeze, entering the room through parted curtains of opened windows.

"I won't." A meaningful smile is shared between two lost hearts; now found. "That's a promise. Thank you, Rutile."

#mahoyaku #mhyk #mhyk rutile #mhyk chloe #rutichloe #she/her rutichloe realness #happy birthday lotte!#inside seonne's head

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amorret · 2 years

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This blue bird will fly freely into the sky, no matter how many times its wings are torn Quote translated by Healingbonds

#mahoyaku #promise of wizard #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mhyk #chloe #chloe collins #mhyk chloe #まほやく_fa #まほやく #mhyk fanart #fanart

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littlemmmonster · 4 months

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I made some mahoyaku stickers🥺🥺🥺

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svoukos · 9 months

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#the sillies #mahoyaku #the promise of wizard #mhyk #figaro garcia #faust lavinia #bradley bain #lennox ram #nero turner #rustica ferch #chloe collins #cain knightley #owen mhyk #oz mhyk #murr hart #mitile flores

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amorest-viesse · 1 month

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[Rise and Shine] - Owen SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Chloe and Akira

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 1

[Castle of Tears]

Chloe: Hm, maybe I should hang the ribbons here… Or would the flowers look better.

Akira: I think that looks great! The light purple of the lavender goes really well with the carpeting.

That day, the Sage’s Wizards were undertaking a mission at the Castle of Tears.

Chloe and I were decorating the hall in preparation for the Ceremony of Blessings and Gratitude when a figure suddenly appeared before us.

Owen: Ugh, what a drag…

Akira: Owen.

Chloe: Oh Owen! Do you wanna join us?

Owen: In doing what?

Chloe: Decorating the castle of course! The ceremony is tomorrow, isn’t it?

Chloe: The Master Sage and I wanted to help out any way we could, even without magic.

Owen: What a waste of time. Why do all this when I could single-handedly bless this castle right now?

Owen: Take a look and see. <<Quare Morito>>

As Owen casually uttered his spell, a heavy gloom fell upon us.

[Screen fills with miasma]

An eerie chill crept up our spines as the world rapidly bleached of color.

Akira: Huh!? All the lavender is withering up…!

Chloe: Y- You’re right! And the carpet is melting into black sludge…

Chloe: Um, Owen? Are you sure this is a blessing!?

Owen: To me it is.

Owen: I wonder how that slumbering beast will feel waking up to this.

Akira: Probably not very happy…

Chloe: In any case, we need to turn things back! <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

Chloe: Oh, nothing changed…

Chloe: But we gotta do something or the walls are next! One more time…

Owen: Ahaha! Do you really think you stand a chance against my magic?

Owen: <<Cur Memini>>

[Miasma disappears]

Akira: Ah…

Chloe: Everything’s back to normal… What a relief.

Owen: It was always normal. The Master Sage aside, you couldn’t see through such a simple illusion?

Chloe: An illusion…? You mean all that withering and sludge stuff was fake?

Akira: I completely fell for it… It all seemed so real.

Owen: Hehe. Of course it did.

Chloe: Owen…

Owen: Aww, did I make you mad? Are you going to cry? Rage over how pathetically weak you are?

Chloe: Not at all! I was actually struck by how amazing you are!

Owen: What.

Chloe: I was totally convinced the castle was crumbling to pieces. It was terrifying!

Chloe: You’re so good at everything, Owen. I bet if you really blessed this castle, you could put that witch to rest for the next few centuries!

Owen: Hmph… As if I’d do something like that. I only care for torment and chaos.

Owen: What good is attending a ceremony when I could be spreading curses and misfortune?

Chloe: Ok, but don’t you ever get in a party mood?

Chloe: Like, you wanna get all dressed up and wear cute accessories for a special occasion?

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 2

Owen: What are you going on about… How annoying.

Akira: (Is Chloe trying to convince Owen to join tomorrow’s ceremony…?)

Akira: (Actually, knowing him, he probably just wants to play dress-up, but this could be my chance…!)

Akira: Yeah, there’s nothing like looking your best! It really makes you want to get out there and put some good in the world.

Chloe: Right!? You already look great in that outfit, but what if we made you look even better?

Owen: …Hmph.

Owen: Fine, you can try your luck, but I doubt you’ll change my mind.

Owen: I’ve nothing better to do anyways.

Akira & Chloe: Hooray!

Chloe: Alrighty then… <<Suispicibo Voitingoc>>!

As Chloe cast his spell, an assortment of accessories appeared out of thin air including golden buttons, ribbons, red and blue brooches, and lace.

Chloe: Okay, what do you think of this ribbon? The color is so chic right, and it’d be just perfect on you.

Akira: Oh, what about these fake nails? Your hands are really pretty after all.

Owen: I like this one. Its color reminds me of festering meat. And that one looks like a melted eyeball.

Crossing his legs, Owen sat down between us in the hall as we fired suggestions at him.

Although he acted bored, yawning and waving his hand at us from time to time, he didn’t seem to mind our attention at all.

Owen: Now I’m feeling a bit hungry. You don’t happen to have any edible accessories, do you?

Chloe: E- Edible…? I- I don’t think so…

Owen: Must I do everything myself? <<Cur Memini>>

As Owen cast his spell, an assortment of buttons, ribbons, and brooches appeared in our hands.

Chloe: These are gorgeous… Not to mention, they smell really good too, like candy.

Owen: These are sweets I made myself using magic.

Owen: If you’re curious, why not take a little bite? I can’t guarantee you’ll leave with your teeth intact though.

Unconsciously, Chloe and I made eye contact.

With the sugary scent of the accessories enticing our senses, the two of us cautiously lifted one and took a bite.

Chloe: …! This is a cookie!

Chloe: It’s so sweet and delicious… Oh, and this ribbon is made of chocolate!

Akira: You’re right! This brooch tastes just like a madeleine…!

Owen: Hehe. Of course they do; I made them after all. If you’re interested, then you’re more than welcome to keep taking some.

Owen: Why not try this corsage and ring too?

Akira: Wow, really?

Owen: Really. If I can get on your good sides, I’ll be able to eat sweets whenever I want.

Chloe: Wow wow wow! This is incredible! I can’t believe you’re sharing these with us…

Chloe: Hey, can I show the others too?

Owen: Be my guest. They’re yours after all.

Chloe: Yippee! I’ll be back in a jiffy then!

And with that, Chloe happily took off.

Then, I felt a hand reach from behind me, grazing my neck.

Until This Sweet Spell Breaks - Chapter 3

Akira: …!?

Lightly touching the base of my throat, Owen plucked the brooch off my collar.

Owen: What’s wrong? Did you think I’d chop your head off?

Akira: Ah um… N- no. You just startled me, that’s all…

Biting into the brooch, Owen slid his gaze towards me.

It was impossible to tell what lay beneath his expression. However, his eyes seemed to hold a twinkle of delight which inadvertently calmed me down.

Akira: (...That’s good. It seems like Owen’s in a better mood now.)

Akira: (Maybe he really was bored earlier and that’s why he went along with us…)

Owen: Don’t get me wrong. This whole ceremony thing is still a pain.

Akira: Huh!? D- Did I say that out loud…?

Owen: You’re like an open book, but it seems you still can’t read me at all.

Owen: How simple-minded do you think I am? Did you really think you could change my mind so easily?

Akira: T- That wasn’t my intention…!

Owen: Is that so? Then why don’t you eat this for me?

Suddenly, Owen thrusted a candy ribbon at me.

Pressing it against my lips, he gave me no chance to protest before forcing it in.

Akira: Mmphf…!

Akira: Mm… It’s delicious… Like candy…

Owen: Haha... Just as I thought. You really don’t get me at all.

Akira: Huh…?

Owen: Did you actually think I’d go through the trouble of making all these sweets to share with you?

Owen: On the contrary, I simply cast a little spell that turns things into sweets for just a moment. I’m sure it’ll break any minute now and all those pretty accessories will revert back in the pits of your stomach.

Owen: I wonder… Will your teeth and tongue be alright?

With a look that seemed to pierce right through me, Owen ripped another button off my clothes.

As he bit into the gold-green metal with a crunch, my face paled.

Akira: Y- You’re joking… right?

Owen: I suppose you’ll find out soon enough. I’ll be fine, but I wonder how a human or a weaker wizard would fare.

Akira: Oh no…! I have to let Chloe know…!

Owen: I’d worry for yourself first and foremost.

His mocking laughter drew me in as he dangled a sweet smelling bracelet before me.

Owen: Take another for the road. I’m sure you’ll like this one too.

Akira: N- no, I’m good! I’m already full after all…!

Owen: Aw, don’t be shy. Until this spell breaks, why don’t you enjoy some sweet, sweet candy with me?

Owen: That way, I’ll get to see the look on your face when your stomach finally bursts.

Remember the Taste - Card Episode

[Courtyard]

Akira: Owen? What are you doing in the courtyard?

Owen: Searching for things to turn into sweets.

Akira: You're... what?

Akira: (Oh right. Owen did turn all those accessories into sweets the other day...)

Owen: Hehe, so you remembered? The two of you looked oh so happy, clamoring on and on about how delicious they were.

Owen: Gnawing away at buttons and brooches without a care in the world.

Akira: The cookies and chocolates were really great...

Akira: Although having to worry about whether or not they'd revert back to metal and thread... not so much.

Owen: That was the best part. Seeing your fear and panic was absolutely hilarious.

Owen: Perhaps I should create a second course, although this time, I'll have them revert back as you're eating them.

Akira: Huh!?

Owen: I wonder what I should use. Bitter herbs? Sour fruit perhaps?

Owen: Maybe I'll mix them up in a batch of sweets just for you and Chloe.

Akira: I- I think we'd be more than happy with a regular old pastry...

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“Hey, were you foolishly hoping for a gift from me? I wonder, what have you given me? What have you done for me? Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind? Depending on your answer, I might just consider it.”

#mhyktl #mhyk #mahoyaku #chloe collins #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #owen mhyk

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lem0nsharks · 11 months

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Chloeee <333 🩷💜

#art #anime #my art #drawing #artists on tumblr #fanart #mhyk #mahoyaku #promise of wizard #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #まほやく #魔法使いの約束 #Chloe collins

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faraskyee · 12 days

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#mahoyaku #promise of wizard #chloe collins #shino sherwood #heathcliff blanchett #shinoheath #owen mahoyaku #murr hart #mhyk #owen mhyk #shino mhyk #mahoutsukai no yakusoku

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 5 months

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SKIN-DEEP COMEDY!

the symbolism of the wizards' crests and their journeys with you, their beloved master sage.

gender neutral reader

OZ!

—right collarbone: fragility, visibility, shattering of deep belief

Even the strongest wizard in the world has his weaknesses, even if it may be hard to believe. Maybe that’s why it’s so fitting for a man like him to have his crest placed in such a vulnerable place. The collarbone is infamous for being the most fractured bone, the right moreso being weaker than the left. Under the demonic guise, the facade of a wizard so powerful that he can bury his emotions, is a man whose heart is still thawing under love. Emotions are new, they’re fickle, and yet it’s enough to make him hesitate and reveal parts of himself that even he had never faced. Whether it be Arthur’s guidance or the wholehearted trust he puts in you to restore his world back to what it was, the shimmering black lily branded onto his right collarbone is the only telltale symbol on his body of the man behind the magic.

“Remember your duty, Master Sage. The moon does not forgive. Only the strong can survive in this world. Mind your place, and stay by my side.”

ARTHUR!

—right hand: ownership, power, a place of honor and status in biblical text

Sworn to the throne by birthright, Arthur is a man meant to grow into power and grace. His crest speaks to this responsibility, hovering over him more imposingly than any uncle or throne could. He carries out the will of the Central country, second to only the citizens of the people he rules over. His destiny is to inherit and enact blessings, and the constant visibility of his crest is an undeniable reminder of his fealty to you and that he must always use his place as both a wizard and a prince for nothing but good. You have faith that he won’t waver, not when he has such clear eyes for the future and comrades that believe in him without a shadow of doubt. Arthur is someone that’ll seek the light even when the odds are stacked against him, and his outstretched hand, bearing the black lily, will herald his bright tomorrows.

“Please trust me. So long as you are with me, I won’t allow any harm to befall on you. Not only are you the Master Sage, but you are someone important to me above all.”

CAIN!

—right forearm: strength, action, the capacity to start anew

Cain is a man of the sword first and foremost. Even now, with his secret as a wizard out on full display, he defines himself as a knight before anything else. His crest is representative of his strength and his will, as someone who has vowed to keep his liege safe but to also bear the safety of those around him. He’s determined not to make enemies with anyone that might stand in his way, whether it be human or wizard alike. Cain knows there’s more to the world than the small sliver he’s seen, and he knows holding onto his courageous heart will be the key to paving a way for those to follow. Despite having his status, his humanity, and his eye robbed of him, he wants you to help him stand strong in what he believes in. The black lily on his right forearm brandishes his sword literally and figuratively: a living embodiment of his justice.

“Let me protect you. I want to be someone you can lean on, Master Sage. It’s okay to depend on me. As long as I’m standing, I’ll be someone who fights for your honor.”

RIQUET!

—forehead: intellect, intelligence, heavenly love with the good

The world is an anomaly to Riquet just as much as Riquet is an anomaly to the world. After being withheld so much, Riquet’s only now learning what it means to exist apart from his days locked away in a cult. The line between curiosity and hedonism is a thin one: the one between morality and cruelty even thinner. His crest is a reminder of everything he has yet to learn and the importance of utilizing what he already has. Riquet has to discern between what will help others, what will help him, and what will betray everything he’s built up until now. You’re a stranger from another world who holds nothing but kindness towards him, so isn’t it only natural that he looks to you with reverence in his eyes? The black lily on his forehead is a manifestation of his hunger for intelligence, but also a newfound devotion to do good, for the universe and for himself.

“Let us step away from sin. Guide me to the light, and I will do the same for you. There are so many things wrong with this world, so let’s work hard together to make everything right again.”

SNOW!

—right neck: anger, hazardous, desolate to truth

Blood stains Snow’s hands. There’s no wizard that doesn’t eventually end up succumbing to the chaotic roar nestled inside their chest, but it’s one thing to kill others for power or glory and another to kill your very own kindred out of desperation. He claims it was love that brought White back from the dead, tethering his own soul and sharing it with his twin, but the dead swirls in his golden eyes hint at something a bit obsessive instead. But all’s well that ends well, and your worries should be less about him and more about yourself instead. This world is a lot scarier than you think, and it’s only right that a wizard as wise and skilled as he is ought to guide you through its pitfalls. The right side of his neck is adorned with a black half lily: an eternal reminder of his mistake and his rage, and everything he has to do in order to rectify his sins.

“Have you ever loved someone to the point of death? No? It's an indescribably heartbreaking experience. Master Sage, I hope this world will be kinder to you than it was to me.”

WHITE!

—left neck: strain, the past, implementation of the soul’s will

White is a remnant of what he once was. With no being of his own, his borrowed corporeal form is just an extension of Snow’s longing. He knows his time here is borrowed and yet he can’t even find solace in having died once. He shares his convoluted and twisted truth with the rest of the wizards, even extending a hand towards you when you’re willing to listen to whatever sick advice he might whisper into your ears. It’s hard to believe that his familial love for his brother isn’t as warped as he is, not when the hand that strokes yours feels so real. His half crest is a reminder that White is truly no longer and that he’s practically a ghost wandering in the shadow of Snow’s rage. The black half lily on his left neck is a mark of taboo, not fully intact but refusing to disappear altogether.

“Has someone ever loved you to the point of death? No? It’s a truly beautiful thing, Master Sage. Perhaps I can show you, if your curiosity demands it.”

MITHRA!

—pelvis: sexuality, old memories and trauma, issues of control

The pursuit of strength might be Mithra’s own way of keeping those he loves safe. He once had no one he could call his, at least, not until Tiletta took him as his student and made him a part of her family. Despite him being rough around the edges, you know that his obsession with becoming the strongest is only so that no one can question him and his desire to be loved. There’s no other reason as to why he holds your hand so tightly as he sleeps, or why he refuses to let any other wizard wager any influence over you. He bares himself wholly to you and you only, trusting that you understand his brusque words. The black lily nestled by his hips is proof of his love, and it’s a mark that he would only show to you. It’s an honor he won’t give to anyone else, so cherish it closely.

“...Don’t go anywhere, Master Sage. What, is that something you wouldn’t expect from me? Does it matter? You’re going to be with me. Nothing more to it.”

OWEN!

—tongue: the devil, the voice of the gods, shame

Owen shrouds himself in mystery, and he takes pleasure only in his hedonistic ways. Whether it be sneaking sweets when no one is looking or thinking up of new ways to torment those around him, everything he does remains inexplicable to anybody else in the Wizards’ Manor. No matter how thorny he is to you or how much he threatens to rip you from limb to limb, you refuse to back down in your attempts to wiggle into his heart. He’ll spew curses and keep you at bay, but he can’t deny your warm heart and the time you’ve spent with him. Maybe his distance is not because of maliciousness but out of his own loneliness, with large swathes of his memory missing. Can anything else come close to your sincerity? There’s no telling. His mouth will always say one thing, but the black lily engraved onto his tongue speaks of a devoted truth.

“Say, Master Sage, I wonder what taking your heart as a trophy would be like. A gruesome, bloody heart, ripped straight from your broken ribs. All mine… Won’t you give it to me?

BRADLEY!

—right abdomen: dysfunctionality, things unresolved and unprocessed, authenticity

The spitting image of the North, Bradley always holds his head high despite how much his situations have changed. A once-proud bandit leader of a powerful group, Bradley’s power lies not in his magical strength but in the keen mind that he sharpens with each year that he puts under his belt. He’s experienced his fair share of victories, but he’s experienced even more heartbreaks. He’s cognizant that nothing lasts forever, more than anyone else, but at the same time, could you blame him for not knowing when to let something so sweet go? Fate dangles regret right in front of his face, and it’s up to you to unravel the tangled threads. Sometimes he’ll indulge parts of his past with you, weaving tales of biting cold Northern winds and his stellar glory days, but the glimpses of the black lily on his right abdomen remind you of everything else he’s left unshared and unsaid.

“I got your back, so don’t slouch. A real leader worth their salt has to hold their head up straight, you hear? You’ve got the great Bradley Bain as your right hand man, Master Sage.”

FAUST!

—left shoulder blade: connection to the heart, guilt, vulnerability

Faust’s crest spreads like a shadow on his back, bearing the guilt and altruism of his past. It’s bigger than any other wizards’ crest for a reason, and it covers him as if it were the same embrace that he yearned for for so many years. His heart is jaded yet still soft, wanting assurance that his actions are the right decisions yet unsure if his goodwill is enough to save the crumbling world around him. His faith has been tested time and time again, and he’s sure it’s going to be tested once more, as the moon descends to take everything he’s cared for. Your clear eyes and unwavering loyalty to him might seem overbearing, but this devotion is what he needs to find the courage to stand up once more. The black lily on his left shoulder blade is his fealty to you and his choice to believe in goodness once more.

“There’s no need to praise me. I’m only doing what’s right. I’m no hero, no great leader, nor am I the Faust of the legends. Please, Master Sage, I’m nothing but a wizard that believes in you.”

HEATHCLIFF!

—lower left back: acceptance, generosity, crossroads at life

Many wizards of different walks of life are called to duty, but Heathcliff stands unique as the heir to a noble family. If being a wizard wasn’t difficult on its own, he’s had to balance the responsibility of his birthright and position for his entire life. Despite the doubts that gnaw like gnats in his mind, Heathcliff strives to be gracious and clement, vowing never to use his position for evil. And yet with his position as an heir growing heavier and the world demanding even more of his sensibility, the insecurity that plagues him becomes harder to wipe away. It’s only the love and care of those around him that can prop him back up, and one day, he hopes that he can extend a helping hand to you just as much as you’ve done for him. His lower left back sparkles with the black petals of a lily, his wizard’s crest, with his gratitude towards you.

“There’s a lot of times when I feel inadequate for all the titles I hold… And yet, you never admonish me for my mistakes, Master Sage. Thank you, and I’ll do my best for you.”

SHINO!

—right shoulder: masculinity, bearing burdens, imbalance

Rash but smart, strong yet inexperienced, Shino’s eager to take on the world and prove himself as a worthy retainer of Heathcliff. He’s hyperaware of everything he owes to the Blanchett family, and for him, becoming a Sage’s Wizard is his way of paying back the debt that saved him from a life of misery. He has little to call his own, not even his own last name, but what bonds he does have, he treasures above all else. The intensity and fear in his eyes are a testament to everything he has to put on the line so he can hold true to his promise of eternal loyalty. You’re the only one that can hope to understand him, the only one to help him digest the danger and the perils around him. The black lily on his right shoulder is the power you give him, to lead him to glory, to lead him to the refuge that he’s sought after all this time.

“Worry about yourself, Master Sage. I know how to hold my own ground. Things will fall apart if anything happens to you. You’re someone I can’t afford to lose yet.”

NERO!

—left bicep: to nurture, receiving support, intuition

For every shining protagonist on the stage, there’s someone hidden in the curtains to pull the strings. Nero wonders how long he’s been the one in the back. He has an intelligent mind and an even harsher tongue at times, his Northern birth betraying the Eastern mask he puts on. If he closes his mind and lets himself dream, he can conjure up distant memories of snowy nights spent drinking, boisterous laughter, the indulgence of stolen goods and a gruff voice praising his wits. But when he opens his eyes back up, he’s reminded of his betrayal. It’s hard to swallow back the lump in his throat when you console him and tell him he’s more than his past mistakes, but how many more can he make before his act is up? The black lily that appeared on his left bicep betrayed his facade once, and only so many parts can disintegrate before the entire whole crumbles.

“You can’t trust a man like me. But you’re going to do it anyway? You’re such a hassle at times, Master Sage. No, it’s okay. Being stubborn is a good thing too.”

SHYLOCK!

—left collarbone: shock, union, enthusiasm of a full heart

The beauty of being the one pursued means that Shylock has seen the rarest and the most desperate parts of the human psyche. It doesn’t mean he himself is above falling victim to love’s incessant ways, but it’s given him a seduction and a charm that’s increasingly difficult to read. You’re lucky that you have a special place in his heart, with his penchant for treating his loved ones like a pet. He claims Western wizards are free spirits who hate being tied down, but somewhere in his soul, perhaps he’s also grown tired of the cat-and-mouse game he plays with his admirers. He wants the permanence of something fickle, and is there anyone better for that role than the Sage from another world? He doesn’t want to trap you per se, but he wants to see how far he can go with this borrowed time. The black lily branded onto his left collarbone is his permanent reminder of a temporary bond.

“What a beautiful face you’re making, Master Sage. Fufu, am I getting too close to you? Won’t you allow me, just this once? I want to be spoiled by you today.”

MURR!

—right palm: good luck, encouragement to work hard, impending loss

Is there anything in this world that Murr hasn’t taken an interest in? Undone by his own pursuit of knowledge combined with just the right amount of hubris, even in his shattered form, Murr walks to the beat of his own drum and explores to the tune of his heart. It’s an impossible task to turn him back into the fickle man he was before he ventured too close to the moon, but when he pulls you in for a dance in the courtyard or whisks you away on his broom, it’s hard to stomach the dread that settles in your stomach as you realize his current form is an apparition of smoke and mirrors. Murr doesn’t mind—there’s still plenty out there for him to squander his foolishness on. He’ll happily invite you to fall with him, and the black lily weeping in the middle of his right palm is the proof of the only ending the two of you can have.

“Why the long face? Dance with me, Master Sage! Look at how lovely the moon is and how bright it makes everything down here! Why don’t we fly up and say hello too?”

CHLOE!

—right chest: dissatisfaction in relationships, physical connection, personal power

Optimism and a desire to be loved is what Chloe cares most about. After having his entire world flipped upside down by Rustica’s mistake, he’s learned what it means to be a human and a wizard. He vows to use his talents to spread happiness and always to help others, but each corner of the world seems to be tainted with insecurity and doubt the more he aims to spread goodness and truth. Even his own bond with his teacher seems shaky at times, and Chloe wants to find the courage to break free of his mold to reach through to Rustica’s frozen heart. You’re the only one to know the conflict in his heart, torn between both what’s good and what’s truthful. You appreciate him for who he is: a reflection of all the good wishes he’s kept inside, and the black lily hidden away on his right chest is only the beginning to what you hope will be nothing but a flowery path for him.

“Do you have faith in me? Then… I’ll do what I can so that I won’t let you down! You always see the good in everyone and in me, so I’ll do my part to repay the favor, Master Sage!”

RUSTICA!

—throat: truth, purification, clarity in responsibility

Rustica desires to love. His entire time as a wizard has been in chase of a bride from memory. The smiling nobleman wants the warm embrace of a lover, their soft whispers, even a quick kiss stolen in between honeyed glances. But that dream has long fluttered away, and only remnants of feathers remain at the floor of his birdcage. He doesn’t mind; his eyes have been opened thanks to his diligent apprentice and you. You’ve never denied his romantic streak, not when everyone else ridiculed him, not when even the universe seemed to condemn him from love. It’s no wonder that he clings so desperately to the dregs of love that he can catch from the end of your words or your touches. The black lily on his throat is his duty to uncover the reality of his past and to fulfill his duty of devoting himself to love, be it something old or something new.

“Ah, you look as lovely as ever, Master Sage. Your presence never fails to stir something in my heart. Come, let me adore you even more. You deserve nothing less.”

FIGARO!

—right rib cage: crookedness, need to protect the heart, longing for reunion

A man of self-inflicted ephemerality, Figaro struggles to see the permanence of the world. His idea of love is so tilted, so permanently warped, that he develops an inhuman craving for being desired that he refuses to fulfill. He wants to reach out and to be brave, and yet some cowardly vices keep him entrapped in a web of his own making. Even behind all of his empty, slack eyes and perfectly poised smiles, you keep probing far deeper than he expected or wanted you too. Though simultaneously, he wants you to keep pushing, wants you to understand his soul-crushing loneliness and save him from it. Surely, you can see past the “ordinary” wizard doctor to see the broken man underneath; you’re the only one that can save him now. Hidden away like his heart is the black lily on his right rib cage, forever yearning, forever begging for one more chance from cruel fate.

“You’re staring at me so intently. Could it be that you’ve fallen for Dr. Figaro? Haha, I’m only teasing you. You deserve a far finer man, Master Sage.”

RUTILE!

—right wrist: misalignment of purpose, sentimentality, movement

Rutile straddles the difficult line between the past, the present, and the future. He plays the precarious game of balancing his mother’s legacy and his younger brother’s unrelenting desire to unleash his full potential, all while tending to his own needs and the responsibility of being appointed a Sage’s Wizard. It’s all too easy for him to get lost in the memories of the simpler days in the South Country, with a baby Mitile clinging to his side and his students surrounding him. But he has to find courage and to place his trust in you, praying that you have the proper vision to use his magic for good. You’re both a cherished friend and a leader to Rutile, and it would shatter him to lose you too. He doesn’t need grandeur or glory, only your guaranteed safety. The black lily carved onto his right wrist is his constant wish for your well-being.

“Would you like a ride on my broom, Master Sage? Ah, you don’t need to look so scared! Would you like me to hold your hand too? No? C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

LENNOX!

—nape: freedom of the soul, deeper truths, connection

Lennox has lived honestly and faithfully, dedicating himself wholly to what he believes to be right. He spent centuries in search of the lost leader he considered to be his master, and he spent even more time pondering what his place in this world was. While he knows he’s no magical genius like Faust might be or even a figure of legend like Oz, his genuine desire to help others and to protect those he’s placed his devotion towards runs far deeper than any magic could even fathom. His true strength lies in aligning his life with yours, the same love he tends to his herd with becoming the same love he needs in order to save the world with nothing but his bare hands. The black lily that blooms on the nape of his neck is a reminder of the delicacy in his fortitude, the gentile nature that will render him as a true savior.

“Is anything troubling you? No? That’s good. I’m not the best talker, but… I’m always willing to listen to your words, Master Sage. I will be strong for you.”

MITILE!

—left wrist: divinity, receiving energy and protection, healing

The youngest of the Sage’s Wizards and the youngest son of the great witch, Mitile’s entire soul itches to live up the shoes that his mother left for him. He knows he’s capable of doing amazing and unearthly things with his magic, gifted by his older brother in order to keep him alive. No amount of patience is enough to quell his curiosity, so as the Sage, you’re tasked with the impossible duty of giving him the experience he needs all while being cognizant of the ambitions of those around him. Will you let him run free, to become the terrifying wizard he dreams of? Or will you let him be snuffed out, a sacrificial lamb in order to save the entirety of South Country. There has to be a middle ground, and when the black lily on his left wrist glitters cruelly, you have to believe that you’ve made the right choice.

“Master Sage, look what I can do! Magic sure is amazing. One day, I’ll be a wizard as great as my mother, and I’ll be sure to wow you even more!”

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