#cortius

[wildswrites]

Been a little while since I’ve done one of these, and that’s because I went a few days there without writing in my story at all. There was a myriad of reasons for that, but it mostly boils down to the fact that I’m stressed out over all that is happening right now, have car troubles on top of that, and that good old depression / anxiety combo be hitting me real hard. Over the head. With a baseball bat. Anyway! I wrote this on paper while watching the Handmaid’s Tale, then typed it up. Hope you enjoy! This is from Leah’s POV. She is Bren’s cousin, and one of the Chosen to defeat the great evil and save the kingdom.

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Excerpt: 

"Leah, my child," the High Mage interrupts, smile lines even more obvious with the expression that he is giving her now. An expression that she would call pity, perhaps, if she wasn't so sure that such an emotion could never come from such a kind and gentle man. "I will not be joining you on this journey. My part in your path is done. You will join with the others at the capital city, but this part is for you and yours alone."

And why oh why does that feel her soul simultaneously with such joy and fear, hand in hand?

She lets the joy rise to the forefront, warm and pink and a smile that spreads slowly across her face. Once she has latched on to that joy though it is quickly able to overwhelm her, and it is more a realization that it is happening than a choice to make it happen when she finds herself throwing her body at the High Mage. She pulls his close, arms wrapped tightly around the elderly man in a hug, throwing caution to the wind just as well because in all of their time together, never once as she touched this man.

It feels kind of nice.

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[wildswrites]

character introduction // leah norwood // glass moon

name: leah trinity norwood gender: cis female sexuality: asexual polyamorous demiromantic (with pan leanings) age: 25 status: chosen one familiar: a dragon called ator theme song: comfort crowd by conan gray

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"Bren."

High Mage Cortius turns back, a spinning icon in silver robes, blue stars spread across them as if the invert of a perfect midnight sky. His face is soft with age, smile lines most prominent of them all, his kindness a constant comfort. She has always felt that she is safe with him, and now is no outlying occasion. But she cannot deny to herself the way that her heartbeat rackets wildly about her chest.

"What was that, dear?" he asks when there is no possible way that he didn't manage to hear what she said. The two of them are too close, his ears too sharp, and there is nothing, no sound to block out her words. No reason that he shouldn't have heard her. She isn't exactly sure what he is offering her, by pretending that he hasn't heard. But he is watching, waiting, no sense of rush behind those warm eyes. He is giving her time at least and so she gives herself a little bit of that time as well. She gives herself the time to think about what she should have said, what she can say, what she will say, before she actually makes that reply.

Leah's throat is a little tight as she swallows thickly before she finally speaks. "Nothing at all, High Mage," she says, a smile just as tight as her throat though thankfully her words manage to make it out alright. It's lucky that she doesn't sound nearly so strangled as she feels. "I just needed a moment to think things through- all of the work and maneuvers that go into such a very exciting but complicated endeavor. Will there be time for me to pack up my things before we must go? I've supplies that I need, things for Ator of course, and then there's-"

"Leah, my child," the High Mage interrupts, smile lines even more obvious with the expression that he is giving her now. An expression that she would call pity, perhaps, if she wasn't so sure that such an emotion could never come from such a kind and gentle man. "I will not be joining you on this journey. My part in your path is done. You will join with the others at the capital city, but this part is for you and yours alone."

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[wildswrites]

🌹!!

🌹 “I’ll miss you as well, dear heart. But this is your journey. Your life. Live it.”

I literally just wrote that just for you, which I’m not sure counts but it’s going into the WIP, I promise! Thanks for the ask @sunlight-and-starskies!!