Dark magic was never something to be studied carelessly, and it was never something one should feel like they could control; The deeper you go, the more you have to be careful, and humble, and good. Being greedy about powers and summoning would only bring tragedy, and the higher you were on the hierarchy, the more careful you had to be. Rose knew it very well; Apparently, the Grand Master did not, judging by the supposedly sealed ancient gods that were now rampaging through the world, breaking all pretenses of masquerades the mages and their familiars upheld during centuries.
She and Jade met in the night the world was ending, dragged and pushed along a group of human survivors to whatever safe place they could find. Rose recognized her instantly as a white witch and Jade was the first to realize exactly what Rose was; her eyes were wide and scared when Rose smiled, putting a finger over her lips.
The horrorterrors were laying pitch-black boiling destruction over the world and everybody was busy trying to survive, so it took the others a couple of months to catch their mistake.
Jade reappeared into existence with a quiet pop and the smell of ozone.
They could see half the city from the remains of the AGT building, and Rose’s nocturnal eyes detected any movement even in the scarce light of the crescent moon. The tall piles of rubble from the demolished buildings around surrounded them like trenches and, past them, the things trudged aimlessly, leaving behind trails of deep purple goo. One of them was lying in the middle of the street, body chained to the ground by finger-thin smoky tentacles, and Rose was sitting on the ground and looking at her hands, focusing.
“Sorry I’m late” – Jade said, crouching behind the sniper rifle secured in one of the broken windows - “Magic or bullets?”
Rose shook her head once.
“Magic, then.” – She took a sharp breath and muttered a ‘goodbye, motherfucker’; a second later, Rose could feel the pressure of her own magic vanishing, and asked Jade why she took so long.
“Rose, you’re speaking in festertonges again!” – Jade said, hugging her hard and kissing her cheek – “Kisses will make you better.” – and she kept kissing her cheeks, her neck, her lips, until Rose laughed and kissed her back.
“Jade, I don’t think kissing and hugging is the correct antidote to black magic corruption.”
“But it worked! You’re normal again, hehe.” – She answered, lying on the floor and dragging Rose with her.
“I wouldn’t have had to slip into black magic if you were back here on time.”
“I’m sorry, Rose! They didn’t want to let me stand guard again tonight, so I had to do a little arm twisting.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
“Well…”
“You’ll end up in trouble” – Rose said, running her fingers in Jade’s hair. – “But they’re right; you should rest a while, instead of keeping guard every night. They don’t know I am here and they think you are exhausting yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have to keep guard every night if you had let me talk to them!” – Jade said, frowning – “I miss you, and if you were there for real we could be together every day.”
“They have their reasons for not wanting a dark mage shouting eldritch curses in her sleep around them. Besides, I’m happy enough that you still want me around, their approval is not necessary. But if we don’t want to make them suspicious, you should let someone come keep guard once in a while. They overlook your powers because they are useful and they think they are harmless, but no one would be so tolerant if they knew the nature of our relationship.”
“I know, but… it’s not fair.”
They kissed again, and Jade let out a sigh.
“Rose?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Outside, unspeakable terrors lurked in the shadows, tearing down walls and breaking minds and souls apart, turning people into mindless hungry monsters. --
FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS
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Dark magic was never something to be studied carelessly, and it was never something one should feel like they could control; The deeper you go, the more you have to be careful, and humble, and good. Being greedy about powers and summoning would only bring tragedy, and the higher you were on the hierarchy, the more careful you had to be. Rose knew it very well; Apparently, the Grand Master did not, judging by the supposedly sealed ancient gods that were now rampaging through the world, breaking all pretenses of masquerades the mages and their familiars upheld during centuries.
She and Jade met in the night the world was ending, dragged and pushed along a group of human survivors to whatever safe place they could find. Rose recognized her instantly as a white witch and Jade was the first to realize exactly what Rose was; her eyes were wide and scared when Rose smiled, putting a finger over her lips.
The horrorterrors were laying pitch-black boiling destruction over the world and everybody was busy trying to survive, so it took the others a couple of months to catch their mistake.
Jade reappeared into existence with a quiet pop and the smell of ozone.
They could see half the city from the remains of the AGT building, and Rose’s nocturnal eyes detected any movement even in the scarce light of the crescent moon. The tall piles of rubble from the demolished buildings around surrounded them like trenches and, past them, the things trudged aimlessly, leaving behind trails of deep purple goo. One of them was lying in the middle of the street, body chained to the ground by finger-thin smoky tentacles, and Rose was sitting on the ground and looking at her hands, focusing.
“Sorry I’m late” – Jade said, crouching behind the sniper rifle secured in one of the broken windows - “Magic or bullets?”
Rose shook her head once.
“Magic, then.” – She took a sharp breath and muttered a ‘goodbye, motherfucker’; a second later, Rose could feel the pressure of her own magic vanishing, and asked Jade why she took so long.
“Rose, you’re speaking in festertonges again!” – Jade said, hugging her hard and kissing her cheek – “Kisses will make you better.” – and she kept kissing her cheeks, her neck, her lips, until Rose laughed and kissed her back.
“Jade, I don’t think kissing and hugging is the correct antidote to black magic corruption.”
“But it worked! You’re normal again, hehe.” – She answered, lying on the floor and dragging Rose with her.
“I wouldn’t have had to slip into black magic if you were back here on time.”
“I’m sorry, Rose! They didn’t want to let me stand guard again tonight, so I had to do a little arm twisting.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
“Well…”
“You’ll end up in trouble” – Rose said, running her fingers in Jade’s hair. – “But they’re right; you should rest a while, instead of keeping guard every night. They don’t know I am here and they think you are exhausting yourself.”
“I wouldn’t have to keep guard every night if you had let me talk to them!” – Jade said, frowning – “I miss you, and if you were there for real we could be together every day.”
“They have their reasons for not wanting a dark mage shouting eldritch curses in her sleep around them. Besides, I’m happy enough that you still want me around, their approval is not necessary. But if we don’t want to make them suspicious, you should let someone come keep guard once in a while. They overlook your powers because they are useful and they think they are harmless, but no one would be so tolerant if they knew the nature of our relationship.”
“I know, but… it’s not fair.”
They kissed again, and Jade let out a sigh.
“Rose?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Outside, unspeakable terrors lurked in the shadows, tearing down walls and breaking minds and souls apart, turning people into mindless hungry monsters.
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