#softersinned01.

[saatu]

@softersinned : Your magic works differently from my magic.

"It comes from the same place." Vastaus, she whispers and draws a path on unclad skin, fingers moving in tandem with the thundering pulse. Satu feels the current as one would wind, restless, untamed, nestled beneath layers of magic. A myriad of spells. It's expected; commendable, even. A witch does not open willingly to another witch. 

Not so easily, not without trust.

"I want to know what my magic feels like to you." Still, she presses on, leaving a string untied, loose, and enough power in the air to entice Astoria in.

"Will you tell me?"

[dracui]

" DRAKON.  THE  GREAT  SERPENT,  PUNISHED  FOR  HIS  NATURE. "  His  blood,  a  sacrilege,  a  perpetual  plunge.  It  carves  rivers  beneath  their  flesh;  creatures,  beasts,  kin,  mantled.  Cast  into  darkness.  There  he  stays,  too,  an  attentive  spectator,  polished,  granite  floors  his  only  reflection.

(  Though  out  of  sight,  his  children  do  not  stray  too  far  behind, waiting  for  his  consent.  Vainly.  )

The  dragon smiles.  This  is  their  introduction.  How  apt,  to  stand  before  a  myth,  a  waning  idea.  Before  Apollo's  victory,  and his  tragic  attempt  at  permanence.  But  nothing  is  unending.

Except  him.

" A  miserable  end.  Don't  you  think,  Mrs...  Montclair? " / for @softersinned

[coldreads]

@softersinned​ : Maybe it’s about to get a whole lot weirder.

“ HM. ”  A frigid body and a pool of congealed blood are swept aside. And like a moth to a flame, he turns to her, the gruesome murder already yesterday's news. Top of the food chain, difficult to please. Impossible to miss.

He takes aim. Figuratively speaking, of course.

“ You're hiding something, aren't you? No, it's not that simple. There's more than one thing, yes? Yes. ”  Thumb and index finger meet, and he feigns thoughtfulness. “ Clever. Very clever. Well, obviously not clever enough. But I suppose it doesn't matter, they can't touch you, can they? ”