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crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
passthrough) wrote in crescentview2023-02-02 03:54 am
🌸FALL CATCHALL🌸
🌸WHO: Otegine and many others
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
🌸WHAT: Closed prompts for Autumn including the date auction cruise
🌸WHEN: From Fall 1 through the end of the month
🌸WHERE: Various
🌸WARNINGS: some NSFW (labelled)
Hit up plotting or my contacts if you would like a closed starter! Open prompts including most bonus effects will be on the event posts!
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[Otegine moving gives Owen the space to shift, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back against his hands. He kicks him a bit with his feet, but Otegine is just going to have to deal with that for the next few centuries.
He considers him for a long, long moment. Some of the things Otegine doesn't know are things Owen doesn't know himself - he doesn't know his own age. Didn't even know his own day of birth until he started living at the manor with the rest of the Sage's wizards. He doesn't know why he's been afflicted with a different self, and he doesn't know how he could explain his magic to anyone else and he's never met anyone who's magic has worked quite the same. It's simply what he's found worked for him.
Those are things he doesn't know, so he can't expect Otegine to know.
Promises, though...]
Wizards cast magic with their heart, so that means a wizard's heart is the source of their power. Betraying their heart... will leave the wizard powerless. Making a promise from the depths of your heart ties your fate to that promise. If you break it, if you believe you've failed to uphold that vow you've made, you'll lose all of your magic. You'll be left with nothing.
[A beat, to let that sink in.]
It's a death sentence.
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When Owen continues, Otegine listens, eyes slowly widening as the touch against Owen stills, a warm press to ground him, a sign he's paying attention.
Part of it rings a little familiar - Owen had asked him as much when confronting him during his own promise, as brief as it was. But to hear it fleshed out, definite and permanent...
...
Several questions run through his mind. He picks the one that's the easiest to voice.]
W-wait, but...
Your heart's gone missing, right? How are you...
[...
Right. He didn't say as much, did he? He cuts himself off with an apologetic look.]
I... felt it, at the resort. You had it once, and then-- you didn't. But you still had your magic...
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[What is Otegine even - ah. Right.
Owen huffs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head.]
Well, it’s true I don’t have mine anymore. It’s hidden away somewhere back home, but I’m not being literal about this.
[He picks at the grass, mulling over how else to phrase things.]
It’s like… your soul. The core of your being that makes you who you are beyond your flesh and your bones. You feel the pain in your chest when your emotions overwhelm you, right? That’s the “heart” I mean.
[Though. Huh. He hopes nobody’s gone snooping for his heart while he’s here… That could be bad. Does time pass while they’re here? He’s never actually thought about it before now…
Hm. That’s something for him to worry about later.]
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[That heart. The sense of existence that always felt so colorful and complicated.]
That's why you got after me so fast, then... back during the storm. [No matter how he may have meant it, then or now, he wonders if Owen thought the whole act was belittling and tonedeaf.
Maybe it was.
...
More importantly, it does bring their deadline into a disturbing light.]
...
Is it all promises? No matter what kind?
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[There are a lot promises you can make, if you think about it. A lot of pledges and vows a person can take, but what counts as a promise?
Owen’s not sure of the answer. Snow and White would probably know, but he had never had a reason to demand they share their knowledge. It had never been relevant to him before.]
So I don’t know. Marriage counts, but some wizards still get married. Some are confident they can uphold those vows, but then they fail and lose their magic. Some end up widowed but they believe they upheld their promise to their beloved.
[He shrugs, frustrated. It’s complicated and inconsistent; hearts and spirits are both fickle things, after all.]
There’s no real answer.
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But...
She won't let any of us leave without that.
[Not a chiding, but a somber realization.
Owen has to choose between being trapped away from his home forever, or making a vow to someone he's only known for a handful of months that could merely become a ticking time bomb for his own safety.
...]
Have you talked to her about this?
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No. She’s stubborn, and we don’t exactly see eye to eye.
[He hasn’t bothered to hassle her since she killed him, really.]
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He adjust his seating to slide himself next to where Owen has stretched out, a careful raise of his hand to lift against Owen's face, to run his knuckles against the skin.]
We'll figure out a way, then. Maybe we can talk some sense into her. If she was powerful enough to bring us all her and strip us of everything, then... maybe she can offer other things, as well.
It's not like I'm going anywhere, either. She can be as stubborn as she wants.
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Maybe. The thought of sucking up to her makes me want to throw up.
[On the other hand…]
Maybe she’ll get tired and kick us out.
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[smash cut to otegine a week later, laugh track ensues
He slips his arm against Owen's back as the wizard leans against him, letting his hand card against his hair.]
Mn... That might take a while. I'd rather not see you die again, if we can help it.