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Wizard
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[Foreword]
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Indie!Arthurian OC (Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy-ish)
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Mun 30+
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It could be. About as stressful as watching The News for too long. Or predictive anxiety.
"They're not all upsetting, you know." He clarified while letting Lark's 'rudeness' slide off like water on a duck. Ashema could needle much more maliciously. So could royalty back in the day. Or your average religious fanatic when him and his heritage was still in the zeitgeist of the times. "Sometimes, when I was a sapling, I got to see the thunderous iron birds. Follow a line of strangely dressed passengers up into the belly of the beast and see the clouds..."
His mouth quirked upward with ire. "Now I know they are planes. And that I was seeing them when they boarded in circa 1940s." Merlin shoveled the last of the food in his mouth and didn't speak again for a moment.
"Or they influence me with their contents into making regrettable decisions. Anxious decisions." He sat back.
"...not all, but...you can't control them?" Not to harp on it, and he wouldn't. More than that.
He listened, mixed feelings of wonder and secondhand regret, he didn't know if it was misplaced.
Lark looked down at his hands, and thought for a few beats. He didn't really know what to say to that. "...does weed help?" Hah. "Have you tried drinking water? Yoga?"
Please understand that he's kidding.
"I can...trigger them from time to time." That was the extent of his control. He looped his fingers together against his stomach. Settling while the food settled. "I'm not much of a clairvoyant by trade." Others had much more control and skill in their visions. He was aware of that.
He chuckled through the suggestions and shook his head with a sardonic smile. At best, those methods were helpful for his mental state, but not for controlling the visions. At best, weed could help him trigger a vision state.
"...that sounds...stressful." Honestly. Lark looked down at the table, tracing the wood grain with a claw before lifting that hand to gesture.
"....Honestly, it sounds like intrusive anxiety more than anythin'. Hah. What, jus' random bits from all different realities? I do that all th'time!" WHICH WAS MAYBE MEAN TO SAY?? Was that mean to say? He was trying to be empathetic, but maybe he was just being mean. Or at LEAST insensitive.
Lark's gaze darted up and then back down and he took a big bite of food. SHUTTING UP.
It could be. About as stressful as watching The News for too long. Or predictive anxiety.
"They're not all upsetting, you know." He clarified while letting Lark's 'rudeness' slide off like water on a duck. Ashema could needle much more maliciously. So could royalty back in the day. Or your average religious fanatic when him and his heritage was still in the zeitgeist of the times. "Sometimes, when I was a sapling, I got to see the thunderous iron birds. Follow a line of strangely dressed passengers up into the belly of the beast and see the clouds..."
His mouth quirked upward with ire. "Now I know they are planes. And that I was seeing them when they boarded in circa 1940s." Merlin shoveled the last of the food in his mouth and didn't speak again for a moment.
"Or they influence me with their contents into making regrettable decisions. Anxious decisions." He sat back.
”No, I remember it quite clearly.” Willow says softly.
“I stood upon a hill, just outside the kingdom. I was hand in hand with a man in dark clothing. The kingdom laid before me, destroyed and burning. The fields were filled with blood and bodies, and in the midst of them, Irene. She was coated in our people’s blood, clawing at the ground like she could pick up the lives of all those around her.”
She falls quiet. “You stood behind her. There was darkness in your eyes. You watched a soldier cut Irene down, then sank into the ground until you completely disappeared.”
She lifts her head and glances toward him. “And then I wept…but my tears never reached the ground. I was dead, and the man who stood beside me was Death..but not how I’ve ever seen him. Cold. Unsmiling. Like a stranger.”
Her hands begin to wring in her lap. “It scared me so badly it woke me…what do you make of it?”
He had to keep the prickle on his spine to himself. There weren't many that knew the danger he presented by existing. He didn't exactly broadcast the inheritance he refused to collect on. The one that was hinted at in her dream.
Made his chest feel heavy just left of his sternum. Visions, he knew, could be a heavy burden. Not always accurate, but often very possible. He'd brought himself near and it'd gotten into her spirit. Or his father was being a nasty nance as he was prone to do. Infiltrating and passing along this awfulness as he often did to Merlin.
His gaze had gotten fixed on her hands. Guilt keeping his eyes low for all he tried to keep his emotions and reactions to himself.
"Do you often have visions like these in your dreams?" He queried in a soft tone. If she was sensitive, and not being haunted by Ashema, then how to deal with this changed.
Willow blinks before letting out a peal of twinkling laughter, fingers curling just under her lips as she does so. She settles after a moment and smiles widely.
“A psuedo-harem? Heavens, you must have be mistaken for my sister. She’s the one with men constantly flocked around her. They remind me of pidgeons. All cooing then they get real excited with she throws them crumbs.” Willow says and stands up, clasping her hands behind her. She’d try to stealthily approach him, peering around his side up at him.
“But if you like, I’m sure I found find an entire gaggle of men for you to peacock around. If I choose a few farmers, you can impress them quite easily~”
He is EMBARASSED.
He wasn't exactly well educated on certain things. Camoen was a fractious teacher and one that was intense, but too pinpoint focused. Keeping Merlin alive was a priority followed only by magical teachings.
He assumed 'highness' was The Queen. And had run with that the ENTIRE time. Because he hadn't yet learned the faces and voices involved. Hadn't gone about delving into the political and social aspects.
He was a wizard! Hopefully that would continue to save him.
Right now, though, his face was bright and still dusky red in the cheeks. If he doesn't look, he'll live. If he doesn't move, he will live!
"This is why you need me to socialize around this place." Drawled the spectral form of his demonic father. Whom loved to haunt him and was frequently an invisible background track of his existence. "I could have told you."
Shut. He tried to psychically blast the demon with that word while looking up toward the ceiling.
"I am not on the market." Was all that finally came out of him. Constipated with his shame.
Willow’s eyes flick upwards to focus on the spectral form of Asmodeus, her brows furrowing as her lips tilt into a pout. Nasty thing. She’ll have to scold him later. She would refocus on Merlin however, smiling again.
“Ah yes yes of course~” She giggles and straightens up, smoothing her skirts. “I suppose you’ll just have me to dazzle then.”
Her hands clasp in front of her as the princess sobers, her lips pressing together.
“I had another dream Merlin. One that doesn’t sit well with me…could you interpret it for me?”
Asmodeus hadn't noticed just yet. The bulk of the population didn't see him without him infesting a body directly. He had not reason to suspect he was being spotted by some princess type. He'd figure it out sooner or later. For now he went back to hovering around with his arms crossed. All scales and draconic features if it suffered some kind of spaghettification process. Too lanky and almost human for a dragon. He's a demonic knock off.
Merlin let out a noise of congestion before he smoothed himself out in the face. It's fine. She's not offended. The temperaments of the royals here were different than most.
He turned to face her with a brief little bend in his middle that was an apologetic bow despite her not digging in. A microbow? It lasts only half a moment before he's standing tall again. Like it never happened.
"A dream, you say?" Concerned. Partially due to his Asmeodeus liking to fiddle people's dreams. Though he somewhat doubted the demon would bother her. She wasn't exactly path to any of the creature's goals. He couldn't help the worry flittering through his mind before he was seated beside her. "How did it make you feel?"
That could contextualize anything she told him about the details within. Dreams could be visions, but they were highly keyed into a person's sense of symbols and their emotions. It was all their subconscious at play. Even when the source was coming from outside it.
“A dream” Willow reaffirms as she takes a breath, her hands rubbing together in her lap. Her eyes drift to out the window, focusing on the people who worked below them.
“I…It made me terribly uneasy.” She says as her eyes begin to track the fainter images of people beside those more solid. “Nervous for the kingdom. For my sister. For you Merlin.”
Her eyes return to him. “I pray that my dream was just that…a dream. I hate to think about what it could mean if it’s not. I saw such…devastation in my dream Merlin.”
She falls quiet again.
“It frightened me.”
That amount of clarity was doubly concerning to Merlin. Prophetic or not, it was clearly effecting her emotional state. Needed to be dealt with. Couldn't say he was much of an emotional worker of any kind. He also couldn't say he didn't empathize with her.
"I see, please describe the dream. I am aware that dreams are hard to pin down in details, but anything that stood out to you is welcomed to my ear to help you--" He hesitated, realizing he started to get professor about it. "--help the people you care about." That seemed more accurate to her intentions.
He wasn't here to be hollow in his works as he had in other castles. Being a wizard elsewhere had been a colossal bore and more about reflecting what people wanted to hear back at them. 'to help you, help me'.
"A few council meetings here or there. Ward renewals for a few people. Making sure Liron doesn't get whisked up in too much mischief. Reading. Tending the hens." He spoke when his mouth wasn't too full.
"Sorting out visions or working on a pet project." He flicked fingers not holding onto burger. "Or being a hermitic slob with too many ideas and not enough sleep."
That was sure a list of things happening! "Visions?" He picked, though a pet project would also be interesting to hear about...one at a time. "Foreseein' th'end of the world? Got a chosen one to give a quest to?"
"Futures that could be or nows somewhere else. Gets jumbled sometimes, I'll get the right pieces for the wrong puzzle pictures." He explained best he could.
"Muddled. Rarely very clear. I'm no proper clairvoyant and my...stamina for it was weakened after the tree." He used to have better control and ability to at least explore a vision while it lasted.
[.ooc.]
my notification got fitzy and I just dont remember anything at this point
so PLEASE let me know if there is a thread or ask that I am missing (and/or a thread you've been waiting to get going with me that you put in brain storage while i was out of sorts and going through the hundreth drama lmao)
imma reblog this on the accounts that i know i got some kinda muse for so please specify in a comment with info, characters, thread ideas, etc
<3
i'm going to try some more when i wake up
merl is currently an 'always' type of muse but sometimes my muse for him flounders a li'l into not quite 'not feeling it' range so--
i still plan to get back to anything here but it will be slow going at times now and in the future
keen to get it done with everyone though
[.ooc.]
for those that follow me here and not on devang at all;
i caught covid and am having some long covid sysmptoms of brain fog, fatigue, and coughing out the wazoo/breathing problems etc
so im focused on devang for the most part if at all for energy reasons
okay thanks
[.ooc.]
just got off work and might have some kind of illness
bleh
This is the most powerful wizard staff by Hamid Shah
I never get tired of painting these ladies
I need people to know that this creator is very inspirational to me for some of Merl's quirkier behavior.
[.ooc.]
merlin tho
also im off today and tomorrow but i gotta sleep then ill try to do something
hopefully my INTERNET DOESN'T SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST AGAIN lmfao
Any wizard that takes themselves too seriously needs to turn in their dunce cap.
Sometimes it's me. Sometimes I need to turn in my dunce cap.
Any wizard that takes themselves too seriously needs to turn in their dunce cap.
