#cursed apple

[port55]

he's been forever cursed to live with sentience

[urbuddyoli]

Cursed Apple

A poor imitation of Idunn’s apples, life is drained from the one that consumes it.

When a humanoid, fey, or creature takes a bite from this apple, their hit points drop to 0 and they are immediately dead.

After 1d4 hours, the creatures wakes as a hollowed one.

[garblesoda-remade-blog]

i was abt to cut this apple i have so i can eat it but i shook th apple and theres something rattling around inside it

[thewhiteknightprincess-blog]

Cursed Apple

killianxhookxjones

(d.v.) He was annoying. Insufferable. He seemed to have chosen as a side-mission to torment her even if he knew she could have ripped his heart out herself. "It's cursed!" she had screamed when she had seen him bite the apple, horrified, and all she could think of was how he couldn't just stop tormenting her now. She felt her heart break a little more, tears in her eyes as she kneeled down to kiss his lips, hoping against hope that her white magic would help even if she was a monster.

The pirate had been tagging along behind her, intent on finding a means of killing the dark one. He hadn’t been warned of potential dangers however, which became obvious when he’d picked up the apple.

Hook had heard her warning too late, having bitten into it and before she knew it, the fruit had fallen from his grip and the pirate was falling with it.

He was like a rag doll in her arms, yet when her lips touched his own, it was like life came back into his form along with the burst of magic that left them. His breath caught in his throat, staring at her a moment as it sunk in what happened, that he’d eaten a poisoned apple.

Then he realized the kiss she gave him –

It was true love’s kiss.

Quickly he scrambled away, fingers touching his lips as he stared at her, gaping. He couldn’t be – no. His love had been Milah, it wasn’t possible for there to be another, was there? Even so, she wouldn’t want him, with his black heart and need for revenge.

She felt it happen, but it took her a second to realize that the magic hadn’t really come from inside her, white magic surging because invoked. It didn’t feel like her magic or, better, it didn’t feel like her using it on purpose. Using white magic always ended up taking away the dark kind that kept her mind together, but she was still herself. It made no sense. It had to be her healing magic.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when he moved away as if burned, and in a moment her expression turned a mix between hurt and regretful, the tears still threatening to spill, “I apologize for touching you but it was a matter of life or death,” she murmured, long gloves materializing at her wish as she brought her arms to her chest. She was always so careful not to ever touch him with her cold skin, knowing how people felt about dark creatures like her, she even tried not to touch him at all so it was no wonder he had been repulsed by it. She had kissed him. “It was just my magic, don’t think too much about it,” she added, even if she kept thinking it didn’t make any sense, as she pushed herself to stand using the table as a support, keeping her head down to cover herself with her hair while she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, starting to feel the usual pain that came from white magic. Now that made sense. And yet it still felt different. It was like when she touched something filled with white magic, not like when she purposefully used it.  It can't be a real true love kiss. You can't have those.

[discostrek]