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They are magicless creatures. Yuuri, whose life has been infused with magic since he was born, whose people are born from magic’s grace, does not understand how they can live without the gift of magic. These humans live sad, lonely lives, shortened and full of anger. They take out their misery on each other, through cunning subterfuge and outright hatred; and other days, they are kind. Magic is but a myth to them.
Yet they want to believe in magic all the same. Their performances are full of fantasy, starlight, and mysteries of old; yet the effects of the magic are only felt in words and song, in flashes of light and subtle movement behind the dancers. Yuuri has to give their imagination some credit, but he finds himself mourning their lack of magic all the same. He thinks he understands these humans a little better, now.
Legend says that humans forsook magic a long time ago, then forgot that they could use it. Yet their love for magic never waned. Magic is in their stories, their dreams, their songs; yet despite their loss, Yuuri would never imagine giving them magic to make up for their deficit.
He finds himself angry at their ignorance, at the soldier’s greed. How dare they steal from him? How dare they take what they did not earn?
A collab with @ayabaiii, previously for the Viktuuri Angst Bang.
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