#rivalia

[fresa-schnee]

Day 11: A Touch of Poison

CW: Murder.

Rivalia paced around her personal study.. Though it was more akin to a library. Her role as Head Magister of the royal family brought some benefits.. But not enough as she would have liked. She bit nervously at her thumb, threatening to break the skin as she hissed.

Dammit… She looked at her desk, seeing a letter.. One she had managed to take from the King’s own chambers. Her teeth broke the skin, and she yelped as she started to bleed. She hissed as she swatted the letter away… 

“He’s going to replace me…” She grunted, and slammed her fist into the desk. The floor trembled as pure magical energy shot into the desk. Fracturing the wood and scattering her supplies. She sweeped the same arm, knocking them away. “Dammit… dammit!” 

She collapsed to her knees, and gripped at her head with her elbows against the desk. Her brilliant blue dress covered in ink stains.. Her notes scattering across the floor as she stifled a scream of frustration.

“How could someone who just arrived prove themselves my superior…!?” She stood up, and growled… Strength surging into her arms, and hurling the desk to the side. The wind picking up around her, and aiding her… 

“Damn it all! My research was so close… A few months more and I’d have unlocked the secrets of-!” She stopped, and looked over at one of the shelves. She quickly hurried over to it, and grabbed at a vial. She looked over it… Her own brew. A smile started to cross her face as she stumbled about the room. Grabbing at bits and pieces from around her study.

Her smile growing and growing as she sprinted here and there. She giggled, not even noticing a servant of the palace peeking inside. 

“M-Ma’am, are you-” He started, but Rivalia stopped in front of his face, and shoved a hastily made letter int ohis chest.

He stumbled back, caught off guard. He started to stammer, but Rivalia ushered him off. “Make sure that sees itself to it’s recipient!” 

She closed the door, and started about cleaning up her study… The man had a fame for being on time, and she didn’t have long. She hurried and placed her desk back, and cleaned up the ink stains and thrown about notes. She was careful to fuck away her personal ones, she couldn’t risk those getting out.

She stopped dead as she heard the footsteps and humming. Rivalia put her hands through her hair, and slowly straightened it out.. She took a deep breath, and sighed.. Taking a bottle of wine, she poured two glasses of a rich crimson wine. As the door opened, she turned and ushered her guest inside. A man with a purple streak in his hair, and a confident demeanor…

A smugness she hated. 

“Ah, take a seat my friend… I just wished to discuss some of your own findings.” She motioned over to a chair.. Hiding a bottle of her own brew up her sleeve, having dipped three drops in the glass.

A drop to incapacitate.. Two to drive them mad.. Three to destroy their heart.

She held out a glass of wine as she stepped forward, and smiled. “A drink, and a toast my friend. To the continued love of the research of our world..” She smiled, and toasted with him… Smiling as he drank. “And to a new legacy in the making…” Rivalia chuckled.

She drank from her own cup as the man twitched in his seat for a moment, but smiled..

In just a few minutes, he would be gone. And months later..

The Witch of Dragonspyre hunted. For now however? She won. And she was basking in it~

[hongjoshua-ia-blog]

rivaldinovondila-ia:

Startled, but then unwound by the lengthy explanation, Rival laughed and flipped on one of the brighter lights. “I like passing by here myself for just that reason. The people here are just as talented at music as they are at harassing new students.” He smiled, recognizing that this person must be new and also slightly fascinated by the interior of the classroom. In all honesty, he had never set foot inside, but the architecture was prime. Some music rooms could be so boomy, and they did right by not putting carpet in. It was like its own private stage with the way it was constructed, made to unite sound instead of letting it blare unevenly.

“Nothing quite disappoints here, really.” He paused, vaguely wanting to go investigate what looked like more cultural instruments but not wanting to intrude. He could investigate this room any time he liked, really. Classes weren’t closed off to anyone, though they were protected somehow, he figured. “Just wanted to see who was in here. It’s nice to meet you.” Rival gave a brighter smile. “Perhaps I’ll catch you when you’re less preoccupied?”

The friendly reaction Joshua received from the male was relief-inducing, for earlier he was afraid of being discovered he had no permits from entering the place. “Oh really?” he asked, finding interest at the male’s words. “Do you play then? Any instrument?” questioned the brunet further, eyes gleaming enthusiastically in hopes of finding a musical partner. Sharing similar passions would always be a quick and easy way to  form bonds with people.

It didn’t skip his attention that the male seemed to refuse to step inside, and Joshua wondered if he was honestly afraid of intruding. “I can see that.” added the younger male, a small smile gracing his features as he began to warm up to the other’s welcoming tone. “Pleasure.” he replied shortly, hoping he didn’t seem hostile despite how brief his words seemed to be. “Oh, you can join me if you’d like.” offered the Chinese-Korean kindly, taking a few steps to approach the taller male to appear perhaps a little bit more friendly. “I wasn’t doing anything anyway and it’s not my...” he paused a bit, looking for the correct word to describe it in his mind. “Territory? Unless you have somewhere else to go, I’m all good.”