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Isibel ✧ "Sarion" ([personal profile] small_magics) wrote2013-04-12 09:17 pm

what must i do?

Isibel learns magic.

She learns a considerable amount of magic. She learns gates and vanishings and the elements and weather and (though she does not cast an example) earthquakes. She can bend plants and animals in the ways that she chooses. She can undo all of the effects that she can create.

Several of the subspells from all these disciplines could be described as looking like blue flowers made of light. None of them smell like blood. Perhaps that is something her beloved is meant to contribute.

The demon sleeps, and she writes and thinks and puts herself back together and tries to think of ways not to hate the reading. She is unsuccessful. The demon wakes and she shatters to pieces all over again, a little more than she can repair each time. She is unhappy, helpless, she's abusing hyperfocus like an addict and none of her ideas on how to tolerate detailed reading work. The demon practices his own sort of hyperfocus, and it's an emotional balm but doesn't leave her in a condition suited to think, and what she misses most of all is to think again. She can do a little while he sleeps. It's all crippled by the knowledge that any of the thoughts she tries to use again later may be spotted by her beloveds when they wake again. She can build herself back only so far between instances of destruction.

It's all right. Hyperfocus will patch her. She can do it for an hour and a half, then two hours, then three. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't anything.

And at last her teacher consents to teach her search spells.

One of them "looks like" a blue flower made of light.

It doesn't smell like blood.

She'll have to ask her beloved about that.

Isibel practices the search spells - none of them will show her where the would-be summoner of darkness is hiding - until the demon wakes again.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
The first thing he thinks when he wakes is, as ever, I love you. I'm sorry.
endragoned: (⑪ anything for you)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
He watches (and 'watches') her do the spell.

He says, hesitantly, "I think if I..."

and he reaches for her hand and shows her in his mind, how to fit his magic together with hers. His magic knows very well what the Dark is like.
endragoned: (③ temptation)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
- and the demon's magic comes with it, and the spell rushes together, and everything is yes yes yes there there there.

They have found the enemy.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Kill whoever is trying to summon up the Dark, presumably. Unless Isibel would like to try reasoning with them. The demon is in favour of killing.
endragoned: (⑦ make me better)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
They could hand the problem to someone else to solve, but Isibel's unicorn friend did seem to heavily imply that the Wild Magic prefers they do it themselves.

So, killing.
endragoned: (⑮ a little blood)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The demon steps through the newly formed gate into a cramped little room containing a middle-aged human and an amazing number of books.

The human squeaks in surprise when he sees his unexpected visitor, and recoils, and he starts doing something and the demon doesn't know what it is but it smells like Shadow Mountain and he reaches over and picks the human up off the ground and bites his throat out and drinks his death like wine.
endragoned: (⑩ let me float away)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
And he doesn't just taste it with his tongue. To someone of his species, death itself is a delicacy, nourishing in a way nothing else ever is.

But as soon as Isibel screams, he drops the body on the floor and turns the blood to water and hugs her.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, "I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry."
endragoned: (⑪ anything for you)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"My love, my love," he says, wrapping his arms around her and crying softly into her hair.
endragoned: (⑧ the local river)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, my love," he murmurs. "I don't know at all."
endragoned: (③ temptation)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps he did. Perhaps we should find them."
endragoned: (Default)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The demon links his magic to hers.

They find nothing. There is nothing to find.
endragoned: (⑥ blood and honey)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What should they do with... all this, he wonders. Burn it? Read it and then burn it?
endragoned: (⑦ make me better)

[personal profile] endragoned 2013-04-13 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps he can nap on the floor while she does that.
pythbox: A book. (Default)

[personal profile] pythbox 2013-04-13 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)

It seems the dead man was researching immortality.
pythbox: A book. (Default)

[personal profile] pythbox 2013-04-13 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It didn't, until recently.

But once he found that lead, he dropped all the rest. Including some that were very promising.
Edited 2013-04-13 16:39 (UTC)
pythbox: A book. (Default)

[personal profile] pythbox 2013-04-13 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He theorized that it may be possible to use the Art Khemitic, a disused sub-discipline of the High Magick, to create substances that heal the body more completely than any existing medicine. He also thought that the little-used ability of Elven Mages to alter plants and animals, creating new species at a whim, could be used to extend the lifespan of the briefer races - and maybe even of the elves themselves. But he despaired of getting them to cooperate, because surely some elf somewhere must have thought of this already in the thousands of years since they began having mages again.
pythbox: A book. (Default)

[personal profile] pythbox 2013-04-13 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The dead man's notes are full of similarly good ideas, and many less-good ideas that have been carefully preserved but ultimately discarded. He was a brilliant scholar.

The last thing he worked on involved using Elemental Darkness - in carefully controlled amounts - to counterfeit the immortality of the Endarkened. The quality of his notes deteriorates rapidly after the point where he first began toying with this notion.