#musescomefrompain

[voluntadfuerte]

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Quentin wasn’t concentrating as he walked into the common room, gaze fixed on his phone, and he staggered back a few steps when he walked into a warm, solid mass.

There was a loud cheer and Q blinked owlishly a few times, head cocked to the side in confusion. Eliot, who was standing in the doorway as well, pointed up at the ceiling and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

Q followed his gaze and grinned at the mistletoe above their heads, laughing awkwardly, despite the thrum of anxiety that shot through his veins.

He and Eliot had been dancing around each other for weeks with harmless flirting and lingering touches, But this was different. Q took hold of Eliot’s tie and tugged him down to cup the back of his neck and pulled him into a chaste kiss, smiling into it.

Quentin having no clue what was going on wasn’t a sight that surprised Eliot all that much. Quentin always looked like a fish out of water but also that magic worked for him. Of course, walking with his cellphone wasn’t something unique with Quentin but bumping into someone else looked like his style, just from first impression.

And of course people cheered. Not simply from the fact that Eliot had been calling dibs on Eliot from that very first day they met at the evaluation. But also because relationship was of some interest for the group.

Eliot let himself being dragged. He wasn’t going to lift Q to his level. And meeting those lips with his own, it felt like a memory. It wasn’t the first time they had done that. But the first time it was about them and not being drunk on emotions and prone to self-destructive actions. He however replied to the kiss not as chaste as it started, with the passion within him.

“If we’re to give the others a show, Q. It should be worth their time.”

[storiesofthenight]

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Sebastian poured a cup of milk over the crushed chocolate and watched it melt for a moment before mixing the cup and adding a bit of cinnamon for good measure. Once upon a time, such a thing would have been a precious commodity, but since the end of the war, rations had eased and things like chocolate were more readily available. He smiled and hummed to himself a little and poured himself a cup of cocoa as well before lifting them and returning to the table where he had left the young woman.

“And, how did you say you found Brakebills? Miss…” He asked leaving the question open for her to insert her own name.

Samiya hadn’t really expected to find a school while she was wandering through the little forest near her new apartment. She had never heard about a school nearby, but the moment she had crossed the borders and had seen the school rise out of nowhere, she had known it to be magical. She was old enough to recognise magic the moment she saw it, and it had struck her curiosity, causing her to wander the grounds until she ran into a young man who invited her inside for hot cocoa.

Now, seated across from him, she accepted the cup and took a careful sip, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Samiya, ... and find it, well I simply walked in really. Your magical border seems to not be very strong, perhaps you should refresh it so humans would not enter your grounds uninvited.”

[q-makepeace]

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“I have no idea what you mean…” Sebastian smirked as he straightened the lapels of his uniform (a replica of his World War Two medic’s uniform). He looked the same (save a few more gray hairs and a stubbly face) the spitting image of the day he had first followed Jane through the clock to Fillory. It was as close to a costume as he had here, and not a single Fillorian would understand. Halloween was an Earth thing, sure, but Harvest night was not so different and Sebastian was planning to make a night of it.  

Quentin had tried his best to dress up with the things he could find in Fillory. He knew he had to look like a weird version of Dracula, but he was happy with his costume nonetheless. Shaking his head, he smiled a little. “You have no idea? You could at least give it a ... tweak?” He asked, looking at the man as he wondered what the actual plans were for this evening. Fillory didn’t have the tradition of Halloween and he didn’t think they were going to go trick or treating, plus he was probably too old of that too ... Though he never said no to candy, even if it was the Fillorian kind. 

[shekindnessmoved]

@musescomefrompain​​ said:  🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair   /   the beast non-verbal starters.  accepting.

the garden is her most prized possession.  though her kingdom and its people are high up on that list as well, she does not consider them to be material possessions. these flowers, the creatures within them, the scents that filter in through the palace doors when they are opened;  it fills ella with a happiness that she cannot explain. the duties of a queen can be hard, especially in a time where she is still busy cleaning up the mess that was created during her imprisonment. but here---  she can be the carefree girl that she used to be. free of worries, free of the burdens of royalty. she can be ella, and nothing more.

looking down at the flowers, she notices something strange. moths, just a few of them, beginning to surround her feet. they land on a couple more flowers before ella realizes that she is not alone. turning around, she is greeted by the sight of the beast, bringing with him an air that is different to what is usually brought on by the garden. there is good, here. perhaps quentin, even without a shade, can see it.

nodding in greeting, she watches as he plucks a flower from its stem and moves to place it among auburn curls. touching it gently with her fingertips, she looks at him with a puzzled gaze. never in her time around the beast had she seen such a gentle gesture. nonetheless, a small smile begins to pull at her lips.

❝  would you like to see the rest of the garden?  ❞

[erynlasgalenelvellon]

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Q closed his eyes and rested his head on the lounge for a moment until he felt a little tug at his hair. He had been in Rivendell for a little more than a month. He was beginning to feel like this little dream trip of his was actually real life. He had hardly slept since having that little revelation… and now that he had… he reached up to find out what was tugging at his hair only to find… a flower?

He blinked his eyes open and sat up before finding Legolas and smiling. “Is this… it this an elvish thing?”

Legolas hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d picked flowers earlier, being up since dawn, and had noticed Quentin laying there all comfortable and a slight smile on his lips. He looked so peaceful like this, that he hadn’t even thought twice about putting the flower in his hair, simply shrugging when the other asked about it. 

“Not specifically, no~” He smiled softly, sitting down next to him. “It felt like it’d look good on you, and it does.”

[ourgameends]

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Q’s shook out his hands ending the tut he had been attempting. He had no idea who the man standing before him was, but everything about him reminded Quentin of the Monster. It didn’t help that the monster had been the only thing that could withstand magic the way this being claimed to be able to.

He thought about attempting something all the same, but anything stronger than what he had been trying would risk him niffining out. With a final sigh, he threw up a shield. Magic may not work on the man, but it could still protect Q. 

“So what are you?” He asked from the other side of his shield.

Loki tilted his head, a slight smile on his lips as he watched the other for a moment or two. It was rare for mortals to have magic, and more often than not it was by chance. But this ... young man, well he seemed different. Narrowing his eyes a little, he almost laughed at the shield the other put between them. 

“What am I?” Feigning hurt, Loki put a hand on his chest, pretending to be shocked at this question for a moment before he laughed a little and simply shook his head. “Oh, you wonderful mortals ... I am a God of course, Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard and rightful King of Jötunheim, at your service~” 

With that smile still on his lips, he bowed to the young man before him. “And what might you be? You look like a mortal but you know magic ... that is quite unusual for your kind.”

[fourmarksmage]

@musescomefrompain​ / sc + for Pandora

Yennefer was trained to notice the slightest magical vibration in the area. She didn’t have the convenience of a medallion like the witchers had, she just had to sacrifice her own attention to the changes to notice the smallest signature or endure an onslaught of magic if she wasn’t careful. But the woman in front of her was…. Strange.

Either the magic was there or it was not. But she felt like the magic was tattered at the edges. Ripped away, disrupted, but something tugged on her, like there was more that couldn’t quite be reached. It was strange, and, what was more dangerous, it made the sorceress curious. “I hope you didn’t come here to waste my time. That’d be a pity for the both of us.”

[normallyxstrange]

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     She hadn’t said it to be nice--just merely stating a fact. Still, she left the woman to think of it as a compliment. There was no harm in letting it slide.

     "What was the song?” she asked. It sounded familiar, somehow. From a movie, maybe? Something her father had given her once a long time ago. “Your friend Margo is wrong. My name is Kat and I haven’t been scared away, so...” She trailed off, shrugging.