I had an idea for something I've been somewhat pretentiously calling TOH Persephone AU/headcanon. Since everything in the Boiling Isles is saturated with magic Luz eating the food and drinking the water is resulting in some changes. While she doesn't start generating magic (still no bile sac) she does develop some sort of magical extrasensory perception. It's the reason she can see spell glyphs in things when nobody else can and she might eventually start to sense magic.
That sounds awesome. Does it function like a spider sense too? Basically what I’m imagining is a sort of heat-signature overlay on her eyes, but before even that happens, it’s sort of like a subconscious sixth sense. Boscha goes to cast something at her in class (a 24 hour itching spell or something),but Luz holds up a book and blocks it from coming in behind her without even looking. Everyone is shocked.
The air between them seemed electrified, she could almost feel his aura hitting hers like tidal waves and defiantly pushed hers back to clash with his. She held her head high, her eyes locking with his strongly. The first thing she learned in life was to never show your weakness to an opponent. A confident stare was half the battle, and she always intended to win.
He stood there a few moments, his grin dissolved into a hard scowl. He held his cane directly in front of him, resting both hands on the nob. His stance commanded authority and her obstinance declined to obey that authority. Her intensity was certainly not something he was used to and it was almost unsettling for a mortal being to not cower beneath him. But, then again, he knew she wasn't an ordinary mortal being. His grin reappeared and he took a few more steps into the light of the fire.
"Welcome, my dear." He raised both hands outstretched, the walking stick in one, to welcome her gallantly into his palace. She said nothing, only her eyes followed him with her head still held straight and her features held no emotion as he walked up to the empty chair across from her. Anger flared through him at her defiant disrespect but he held back, clicking his fingers to free the hand that was holding the cane. "It would benefit you," He drawled, "to show some manners."
Pyrrha kept her gaze strong, he was directly across from her now, leaning forward with his hands on the back of the empty chair in front of her. She certainly did not want to offend this powerful man; as a guest, or captor really, in wherever this was. 'I apologize." Came her steady voice, speaking formally. "Thank you." His mouth curved into a sneering smirk, his eyes relishing her polite recognition of whatever gratuity he had provided.
"Better." He nodded his head forward in approval and stood back up away from the chair. He placed his hands behind his back, pacing around the table so that he was behind her. "I'm very sure you are curious as to why you are here." He wasn't wrong, of course she was curious; but she continued to look forward, her back as straight as possible and unwavering.
"Indeed." Came her reply. He smiled, though she didn't see as he was behind her. He was enjoying this immensely, her style was impeccable and he appreciated her formality and sophistication. She acted like the goddess she had been destined to be, before that witch of course. He was right to bring her here, he was right to think of this solution. His acrid laughter rang in her ear, echoing through the stone room and it's many marble arched walls.
"You know, you're a very special little human Miss Nikos." Her facade broke slightly and she tilted her head in surprise. How could that be? She didn't have silver eyes like Ruby, she didn't even become the Fall Maiden. She utterly failed fighting Cinder, She had been so wrong in her convictions, she was nothing. Her doubts aside, she let him continue. "See..." His voice suddenly becoming serious. "You left part of your soul on Remnant." He walked out from behind her, now on her right side, staring into the fire. He let those words sink into the atmosphere for a minute. Had she even known what she was doing when she did it? How could he explain his frustration at these circumstances. Not that it was entirely her fault, in fact most of it was not. He tightened the hand on the opposite side of her into a hard fist as he thought about that bitch and the trouble she had caused for him, the trouble she was still causing.
Pyrrha didn't understand. Part of her soul was still on Remnant? How? Despite her previous hardened features, her eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and fear. What did that mean? Was she trapped between two worlds forever? She took this moment to glance at the man, his gaze set on the dancing flames, the light reflecting the purple fluidness in his eyes. He almost looked as concerned as she did. Her voice uttered only one word, the confidence slipping from it.
"How?"
He considered her a curious anomaly, and he turned his head to look down at her. 'It's not every day a human can transfer part of their soul into someone else." He stated simply, watching her eyes slowly widen in understanding and horror. Those words were the key and a click of realization hit her. She remembered now, the memory speeding back to her. Jaune. The forest. Unlocking his aura with her own. Her newly solid body shook with the knowledge of what had really happened. Their aura had mixed. Part of hers was in him. She looked up at her host, her eyes no longer hard and stern but wide and pleading for her new suspicion to be false.
"Does that mean, I have part of his?" She breathed the words out almost in a whisper, finding it hard to form the words. The room was suddenly spinning. Please don't let it be true, please let it be that she hadn't taken part of Jaune's soul when she died. Guilt was suffocating her every second she waited for his reply. She had caused Jaune so much pain as it was. Their last moments together still painfully stabbing in her chest. He nodded, looking at her now with a solemn understanding. He wasn't beyond showing sympathy when needed, having watched her entire life from birth and knowing her feelings for that particular blond human.
She hadn't considered anything like this. She hadn't considered the darkness odd. She hadn't considered that what happened after death should be nothing like this, until now. She had thought it couldn't get worse when she woke up in that black abyss. But this was so much worse.
The party was in full swing already when Leia arrived with her son. Leia was the goddess of the harvest, which meant that her kid, the unreasonably tall guy with black hair and a displeased expression on his face had to be the god of spring.
Talk about irony.
