#gehaiilige

[ribcagebullets]

@gehaiilige

He wasn’t sure what drew his attention to the boy, but he watched him quietly from one end of the cafe. A sense of familiarity washed over him, and it took the magus a moment to identify it.

Another mage...?

He made no attempt to hide his staring, watching with a trained gaze. He tried to figure him out, curiosity getting the better of him.

[eidolonpath]

ignore that reserve i guess, i'm very excited about this magic boy. i'm here to app merlin from bbc's merlin! app is at /app and stats at /stats.

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #8.

Your spell book rests upon your mattress.... though none of your spells seem to be working. Odd.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.

[feprinsessa-blog]

“Pumpkins, paper bats, cobwebs - “ The child checked off her list out loud, a small paper held in both hands. She was planning on decorating her room like usual for Halloween. Most items were already in said room, but it seems she was missing something.

“Cobwebs. I don’t have any.” Disappointed, she glanced up and spotted a boy nearby. It was a strange question to ask, surely, but she doubted she could find any on her own. 

“Excuse me! Do you know where I could find some cobwebs?”

@gehaiilige

[compassionatefade]

@gehaiilige

“You don’t have to be afraid here,” he says, and turns from the nowhere to the somewhere, blinking into visibility where he’s watching on the wall. “Burning flesh in my nostrils, screams in my ears, pulse pounding in my chest as my throat tightens with fear - what if they find out, what if he finds out?”

It hurts his chest, twists it more than usual, to follow the echoes of pain and burdens and cold responsibility, and so it’s urgent that Merlin-Emrys-Dragoon-The-Great, warlock-sorcerer-born-of-magic, hears and understands.

“It isn’t like that here. There are others with magic - of magic - and things like it, and you won’t be burned or hurt or locked in a tower for it. I wouldn’t let it happen, even if it was - but it isn’t. You can be who you are now. No one from Camelot can see.”

[heilengel-blog]

✩ ; @gehaiilige.

     It had been a very long night at the hospital, and Dr. Angela Ziegler was eager to feed her hungry stomach. Things had been hectic over the course of her night shift, and in the midst of it all, she had skipped dinner, always sacrificing her own bodily needs in favor of whatever emergency needed to be addressed. Her rough shift announced itself on her face; smudged makeup around her eyes, disheveled hair falling out of its elastic.

     Golden Ward was full of small restaurants, most of the choices healthy and fresh just as she liked her food. The stranger approaching her on the sidewalk looked less sure of his destination than she was, though, almost seeming to wander aimlessly, as if he was lost. Despite the rumbling in her stomach, Angela was never one to avoid someone in need, so she stopped once their paths crossed, looking at him with concern in her eyes.

     "Ah, I'm sorry to stop you here, but are you lost? I'm on my way to get myself dinner... er, breakfast I suppose, but I work in this ward and know it well, so if you need directions I would be happy to help you out!"

[ecliiipsa]

@gehaiilige​  [ starter call  ]

      before her crystallisation, she’d grown accustomed to using magic for her own gains. she did what she had to do for her -- whether that included making people eat their own feet or simply reading their minds, was another matter. she used magic for what she needed to and gained much from creating new spells centralised in the darker, less condoned, area of magic. still, she was vaguely bored and a little spying on people never hurt anyone, did it? okay, maybe, but it was in the pursuit of knowledge and it was the only spell she could use now. 

      the spell is uttered calmly -- parasol open and held forward in front of her -- her words stated with purpose as the wind in the area picks up the further she gets into the spell--

❝ i summon the all-seeing eye to tear a hole into the sky. reveal to me that which is hidden. unveil to me what is forbidden. ❞

      a large eye appears from her wand, opening before the iris disappears to show scenes of other people living their lives on the island -- moved to new scenes by the woman before she notices another in the area. well, oops, she hadn’t seen him before, though it doesn’t seem to bother her.

      ❝ well, hello, love. i would say i’ve lost something and i’m simply looking for it, but that would be a lie. curious, i would think it would have warned me about you. perhaps my magic here just isn’t what it used to be. ❞

[isolaradiale]

actually ignore my extension. on prior reserve i'd like to app merlin from bbc's merlin.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Merlin!

You’ll be housed in Townhouse 237!

You’ll retain your magic resistance.

-- mod spica