(In case you forgot, this is storm-magic, but this is my main) Since tomorrow is my dear Thaumaturge's birthday, may I request 48 for Lionheart?~
(link to ask prompt)
(Happy birthday to Lionheart! Here’s some angst. (And a reminder that I do write for other people’s OCs, lol.))
48. A quiet sigh as they turn away
“I said I’m fine!” Lionheart snapped, his face automatically twisting into a sneer without a thought as he shook off the supposedly reassuring hand that had settled onto his shoulder.
The hurt expression from his fellow classmate- a thaumaturge that he doesn’t even remember the name of- was enough to make him turn on his heel just to escape it, purposefully moving so his cape flared out as he walked out of the classroom.
Passing by the rest of his class, he heard whispers- both concerned and malicious- as he stalked (he was not stomping!) away.
Lionheart never knew why he even bothered going to class. He doesn’t fit in, he can’t play this emotionless masquerade game that the other ice wizards have turned into their school career. He didn’t see the point.
His eyes were sharp, his brown eye looking almost black, his blue eye light and glittering like a diamond, or a shard of ice in the sun.
He slammed the door to his Ravenwood dorm room open, kicking his boots off by the door and moving to a small table to put his wand down. His gaze flickered up, and he caught his own eyes in the mirror on the wall.
Lionheart stopped and stared. A young man glared back at him, his eyes hardened and his mouth looking like it was on the verge of cursing.
So maybe his mask wasn’t the emotionless one of a typical ice wizard. But it worked, clearly. Lionheart sighed and turned around, his eyes closing as he tried to forget his own reflection.
“What a way to spend a birthday.” He muttered to himself, throwing off his robe and preparing for a nap.
(this is storm-magic, this is my main so I can't send an ask with a side blog) My Myth wizard, Hunter Legendblood and 🌹 ? To match my drawing, some sort of collab if you may~
(link to ask prompt) (link to Hunter’s charahub) (The art!)
(Warning for coughing/illness? sure. I had some help on this one, I messaged @storm-magic just to make sure I got Hunter’s reaction right, so I hope I did well!! I ended up finishing this way quicker than I thought I would too, so yeah.)
🌹 - Hanahaki disease
“It’s just a little cold, guys. I’ll just, y’know, stay home and deal with it. Can’t have any of you guys getting sick too, right?”
Hunter thought back to his words and the same sense of uncertain confusion filled him, making his reflection stare back at him from the mirror with a questioning look, his nose scrunched up, eyes narrowed until the gem-like teal looked like murky waters, a storm brewing that he is so intrinsically opposite of as a myth wizard.
He focused his mind, let the expression fall from his face with ease that only comes from the regular meditation most conjurers practice.
What’s happening to him?
He felt it again, a tickle in his throat that’s more painful than it was before. His hands tightened on the basin of the sink, his dark, ink black hair falling in front of his face as he looked down.
Roughly, he coughed. It was weird- not the most descriptive of words, but the most accurate that he could come up with in his unsure state. It was soft and horrible and it felt as if someone’s fingers were interlocking with his ribs like some demented imitation of hand holding, squeezing his lungs until his breaths were coming out as rasps unless he relented and coughed again.
The petals were pure white, pale and new and strange. The yellow pollen and green leaves were always worse. The pollen stuffed up his nose, making it even harder to breathe, and the leaves were always rougher to cough up.
He stared, almost blankly, at the fully bloomed flower on his lips in the mirror. His own hand came up, feeling the ivory colored petals. He could only say one thing, a murmur almost lost to his own ears.
