Tiptoe Through The Tulips | Jiyong + Gideon
The smell of pine and lilac was thick, the rich aroma almost overpowering to Jiyong that he felt his throat constricting to choke on the thick and heady scent. It probably didn’t help that he had a small fire going as well, the smoke rising and making his eyes burn and water incessantly. It was that time again, the itch to do magic a thorn in his side, tempting him at all times. It seemed to be getting worse, like a rash that didn’t fade, but only spread with each nail bitten scratch when he embedded his nails into his skin to relieve himself. He could barely go three days without experiencing that undeniable calling to let his powers sink into the rich dirt and spread his blood, his magic like wildfire until the dead beneath him sparked with life once again. Except he couldn’t afford to keep raising the dead, no he was trying to take the edge off with smaller rituals, ones that didn’t leave him scarred and dizzy from too much blood loss the next day.
Today was no different. It was a simple blessing really. One that didn’t require blood, but he found himself cutting open his wrist anyways, just to pour more of his own essence into the ground and hopefully make him sleep through the night without the primitive urges that kept him up. There had been too many nights for the necromancer to enjoy, tangled in the sweat soaked sheets as he fought with himself to stay still, don’t do more than what was needed. However, his blood boiled in discord, a sinister command to do more. He was running out of ideas, which is how he found himself rubbing his own blood across his face to amplify his blessing in hopes that someone or something would hear his cries and ease him for a few nights. His own voice sounded foreign to his own ears, as he fell more into the trance, hands buried in the fresh dirt and grass. He was almost done when his concentration wavered and his eyes flickered open quickly to spot an individual close by, no doubt seeing him. It brought a wince to his lips, because really this is how his kind got a bad reputation, people stumbling along during sacred moments in which he no doubt looked like some worshipper sacrificing to some evil presence. He held out a bloodied hand and grimaced once he realized this must really look bad. “I- Uh don’t freak out, I promise this isn’t as bad as it looks ah ha?”
@gideon-ia