#hilarion

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Hilarion with Maurice B. Cooke - Threshold (a letter for Michelle) - Marcus - 1980

[actualpsychicability]

Some books from our psychic library. Let us know in the notes if you'd like more information on any of them! We'll be posting reviews and excerpts.

[joyousmuse]

Does anyone else have moments of grief for characters in books they read years ago? I barely realized I was attached to this guy and then he died suddenly protecting his king, who got captured anyway, and I was sad then and now I’m sad again.

[noughticalcrossings]

Hilarion is Killed by the Wilis

Mourn at her grave for too long and you’ll dance right into your own

[greencheekconure27]

Act 2 of Princess Ida in a nutshell:

Hilarion & Florian: CYRIL, NO!

Cyril: CYRIL YES.

[verecunda]

Strange Meetings

Going to try and keep up with @februaryficletchallenge this month, so here’s my first entry, for the prompt “Strange first meeting”.

Frontier Wolf, Alexios/Hilarion, 505 words (no content warnings) Also on AO3.

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“Now,” said Hilarion, voice even lazier than usual, “when we first met, did you ever think for a moment that we’d end up here like this?”

“Surely not,” replied Alexios, smiling as he remembered that first meeting: the narrowed eyes, the jests that were in deadly earnest, the pair of them facing each other like a pair of yearling hounds who aren’t sure they much like the smell of each other, back legs stiff and hackles up. Now here they were, curled up together beneath the same striped blanket, Hilarion’s skin warm against his own, his fingers wandering in lazy spirals over Alexios’ hip.

“I remember thinking how small you looked,” said Hilarion, smirking. “‘Ye gods,” I thought, ‘what a pup they’ve sent us! A lapdog, not a wolf.’”

“Flattering!” laughed Alexios. “Whereas I took you for an insolent, impossible bad bargain.”

“Aye well,” said Hilarion blandly, “the Commander’s judgement has always been sound. Which begs the question,” he went on, “how did it go so far astray for him to find himself here?” And as if to better underline what was meant by here, he pressed a languid kiss to Alexios’ lips.

Alexios could have made a joke in kind, but as Hilarion drew away he glimpsed the earnestness that lay just beneath that carefully careless front, and he knew he could do no more than match it.

“I’m not really sure when it began for me,” he said, thinking it over even as he spoke. “But now that I look back… I think perhaps it was at Onnum.”

“Onnum!” Hilarion looked truly amazed. “As long ago as that?”

“I think so. When we were up on the walls, and you told me you had put in your application for a transfer.”

The moment came back to him, still vivid for all it seemed so long ago now: that first astonished realisation, not only that Hilarion wanted to come with him, but that he wanted Hilarion by his side as he went forward; that flush of sudden warmth, the promise of new friendship. It was the first spark of the same warmth that had only grown between them until it had brought them to this point.

“And you?” he asked. “When did it begin for you?”

“Oh, that’s easy enough,” answered Hilarion airily. “Just after the Bull Calves.”

Whatever answer Alexios had expected, it was certainly not that. “Really?”

“Oh, yes. That was when I realised that for all your breeding and polish, beneath it all you were a perfect lunatic. Just the sort of lunatic the Wolves could love. Just the sort of lunatic I could love.”

Then they were together again: a short, fierce kiss, followed by helpless laughter from them both. And as Alexios looked at Hilarion, his eyes bright but his face open, he found himself thinking how strange it was that they should have found their way to each other, after so inauspicious a meeting, but how right and good it felt, now that they were here at last.

[mindnumb-opus]

Whack asf

[elivri]

WITCH WORLD AESTHETICS | CHARACTERS: Hilarion

That he was an adept I already knew, one above the Wise Women of Estcarp as I was above Ayllia in the scale of Power control. Now I learned his name, or rather the name by which he went, since that old law that the naming of true names was forbidden lest it offer some enemy a straight course into mastery held. He was Hilarion, and once he had dwelt in the citadel of the gate. He had created the gate because his seeking mind ever pushed on and on for new learning. And, having opened it, it followed that he was constrained to explore what lay beyond.

A. Norton, Sorceress of the Witch World