#oc jazzick

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One Line Tag

Thanks so much for the tag @ink-fireplace-coffee !!! This was a lot of fun.

Rules: Take the line provided and write a small snippet, a conversation, a scene, draw a picture, make a moodboard, anything that gets your feelings across about the line.

The line is: You’re the man who lost everything.

My snippet:

You are the man who lost everything. It is never spoken aloud, but Jazzick hears it all the same in the whispers that trail him everywhere or cut off as he enters a room, can see it in the looks cast his way sidelong, under pretense, and the way the gods avoid him if they can. All except for Death, of course, who says it loudest of all with the smile she reserves especially for him: menacing, secret, and sharp. A promise and a threat. 

    There is such irony in his loss. Does Q...does she belong even more wholly to herself, now, that he has lost her? Was she ever really his to begin with?

    “Of course she wasn’t,” his mother says when he asks. “Love is not a matter of belonging to another, but with them.” Then she smiles at him, and he thinks that perhaps he has not lost this, his relationship with his mother, but then the smile slides off her face and she turns her head away from him and motions him out the door, no more comfortable in his presence than any of the other gods. 

    “You are the man who lost everything,” he tells himself as he packs a bag, only one, and leaves Dream’s Palace and the Godly Realms behind. “So, there’s nothing left to lose.” 

    Jazzick picks one of the Mortal Realms at random and arrives at a crossroads marked with an altar, sees the blank place where his love’s name would once have been. He runs his hand over the smooth, weathered stone, sighs, picks a direction, and starts walking. The Mortal Realms are vast and the tricks of the gods as many as the stars in the sky, but there is enough time in Eternity for the man who lost everything to become the man who found what he lost.

--- et fin ---

Okay, I’m going to tag @bloody-hugs @vespatrix and some folks from the nest/family @writingsfromthemoon and @meganwrote. Also if anyone wants to do it who I haven’t tagged, please do!

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Love Letters

Okay so a while ago I wrote some love letters between the main couple of my wip (which still doesn’t have a title I’m sorry) and I thought I might share them here because that seems like something people might like. So here is the first letter, from Quicksilver to Jazzick, sent before they were cursed:

My Dear Jazzick,

              You asked me in your last letter whether I enjoy being a goddess. The truth is somewhat complicated, and I’m not entirely certain I can adequately articulate it, but for you I will try.

              You know that my bailiwick is all that is lost or found (and sometimes both). As such, it is not one of those which would seem immediately to tend toward cheerfulness, as would, say, being the goddess of love or a patron of children. (I will grant you, however, that my particular domain lends itself to melancholia, wistful or nostalgic romanticism.)

              I find, at times, that I am overcome by what is offered into my power. Did you know there are not just things, but knowledge, and even, most terribly, people? I walk the back allies with the homeless, I rest in shallow graves with the murdered, and languish in hovels with the impoverished. I sit at bedsides in hospitals where no one else sits. I shadow children lost in city and wood. If they allow me, I comfort them, I lead them far from my own domain. It is counterintuitive, perhaps, but I cannot bear to retain them, when I have the power to make them found.

              I know the names of the gods who came before us, and of their worshippers. I know sights and sounds and tastes and textures no longer present in the Realms. I know the truth of legends and the stories of the ancient ghosts.

              Some days it is too much, and I can do naught but weep for the weight of it. And some days I revel in my power, my knowledge.

              I seek to lessen what is mine. I want to share with the world, to remind the people of what they have forgotten, to make found that which was lost. I want a temple built to me, where people can come and offer prayers or trinkets, and in return receive some tidbit that might aid them in their quests.

              Of course, there are some things which aught never be known, which were forgotten or lost for good reason. These things I keep and guard, for they are dangerous, oh so very dangerous. And some of them are Evil.

              Do not ask me about them, I beg of you. You are my heart, my love, my dearest one, but I have a duty entrusted to me, a covenant I cannot break. It would bode ill for us both if you pried.

              I am unsure if I have answered you question truly, or if I have merely rambled on. Forgive me if it is the latter. But enough of me; what of you, dear Jazzick? How have you fared since your last letter? What Realms have your travels brought you to, what sweet dreams have you encountered, and what foul terrors of the night? Are you well?

              Your mother does ill to send you to combat her foe, though I know you a capable soldier and mage. She ought to fight her own battles, especially those against her own Aspects.

              Be well, Jazzick. Be careful, and be safe. I’ve no desire to mourn you yet.

 With Love eternal,

Quicksilver

P.S. I’ve enclosed a chocolate bar, for I know you enjoy the stuff. Please come home soon; I miss chatting with you over tea and waking up to your smile.