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[demonteas]

drinking / asra ! / @thedoctorhanged

"Oh. Oh here we go again. You running off to find the bottom of a bottle, me trying to figure out what your deal is again, and 'will you stop fucking interrogating me?' Fine. I will. I will stop interrogating you. I'm. Done. When you sober up and we can talk let me know. Until then? Find someone else to take you home."

Asra scoffed, eyes rolling as he stormed away. He just wanted to know why was it that any time Asra tried to talk about anything for once, he was always shut down. It was hard enough for him to even want to talk about something serious, usually wanting to stay on the lighter things of life. Y'know, being your own sunshine and all of that; or whatever it was that got people out of bed during the day. 

But god could Julian push his buttons and make him want to shut that whole thing down. 

[dino-fart]

The Good Doctor

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Astrid decided to head out to drink at the Rowdy Raven. She had never been there but heard they threw many parties and could hear the singing from her shop. She dressed in her blue trenchcoat, white collared top, pants and boots. She was dressed casual for this evening. She wanted to drink her pain away.

Her pain of Asra leaving again...She stepped into the tavern and ordered a drink from Barth. She turned around watching the crowd burst out in a shanty. She laughed at the sight and watched them dance on the tables.

She could tell Barth wasn't amused. She snapped her fingers and the lights began to glow a soft blue color as she watched the man in the eyepatch stand on the table.

"Gotta have the right lighting to set the mood right?" She said and leaned back in her chair. She took a sip of her drink as she waited in anticipation.

[fadedintheflames]

Heat and Sleep

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Lyntel frowns, pulling Julian to a stop. Their free hand moves to rest on their hips, a sign of their obvious disappointment. “Julian, love, you obviously don’t look okay.” Their hand moves, reaching up to press to Julian’s forehead, checking for a fever. “C’mon, we’re going back. And you’re going straight to bed. The market can wait. I’ll make you some tea and you’re going to rest a bit, okay? We escaped death once, I’m not taking any bets on doing it again.” 

They give Julian’s hand a gentle squeeze, starting to pull him along. “Do you think you’ll make it back to my place? Or are we going to have to stop somewhere before that?” Lyntel was quite obviously worried, the expression plain on their face.

[icedcoffee-and-pumpkinbread]

Julianne was very drunk. There was no debating it. She had stumbled into the Raven after her fight with Asra, looking for a place to look over her notes. A tall, rowdy-looking man had come over and bought her a drink, perhaps noticing her demeanor that could only be described as melancholy, and the rest was history.

They shared a bit of laughing, shed a few tears, and decided to head over to the man’s clinic, on the split-second decision to begin an apprenticeship.

“So I just, haah, I just sign here, right?” she laughed, pointing to a section on the small pile of papers that he had been working over for a few minutes.

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[loyalservants]

( Fantasy Cute First Meetings | @thedoctorhanged )

🎓 at a fancy masquerade ball where one is to choose a spouse with a Deity AU twist

                                           NADIA looked at the  THRONG  of people dancing before her, smiling and beaming at both  MORTALS  and  GODS  alike. Many had come to greet her and thank her for another  BOUNTIFUL  year with her  AID . The festival was often held in their  HONOUR  as a humble expression of gratitude from the people of whom she had served with utmost  LOVE  in her heart. The Father God, Namar, advised Nadia to go and find herself a  SPOUSE . Lucio, the God of Hunt and War had approached her and they danced together but she felt nothing for him, considering he would only talk about himself and himself alone so she had excused herself away from him. 

                                                  Her  EYES  landed upon a figure in the  DARKNESS , concealed by the shadows but his paleness made him seem like he was  GLOWING . His eyes were  SILVERY  and his hair of  SCARLET  shade. He was tall and looming, he had the Sea Bird perched upon his shoulders, just like how Chandra would perch upon hers. She glanced at the owl whom cooed as she tilted her head at the two outcast deities. She made Nadia to go and find herself mingling elsewhere, perhaps with Muriel and Asra but she was drawn to the stranger and she found her feet treading  CAREFULLY  and  SMOOTHLY  to the man. Her  LIGHT  forced all  SHADOWS  to leave away and cower in her  GRACEFUL  presence. No darkness can linger in the presence of the Sun herself.

                                          Offering him a smile, she said,   ❝ I do not believe we have met before. May I know your name ? ❞   she glanced over to the crowd once more.   ❝ Not fond of crowds, are you ? ❞   She met his  EYES  with her own  CRIMSON  ones.   ❝ Don’t worry, neither do I. ❞

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Thread: The Librarian and the Doctor

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“Dr. Devorak! I am going to need your vertical advantage to get the last book you requested of me!”

Her voice echoed across the library. She was in one of the stacks deeper within the area, and Dr. Devorak was at his desk toward the center.

The last book he requested her to fetch was infuriatingly well past the topmost rung of the ladder she stood upon.

Now, if only he could hurry up and help her...

[magicfordummies]

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Rynnell hasn’t spent a night outside the walls of her shop in a long time. Even a few drinks in her nerves still thrum with anxious energy, and she can’t help but feel a whole room’s worth of eyes on her - but then she refocuses on Julian across from her, enraptured by her rambling about her family drama over drinks and steadily cooling bowls of soup, and she relaxes a bit. It’s funny to her - for a man who does nothing but attract and seek trouble, he puts her at ease. At least, when she’s not directly dealing with the consequences of his actions.

“It’s so uncomfortable when people argue in front of me in the shop. It starts out because they can’t decide on what to get, and then five minutes later, they’re fighting over what a pain in the ass a relative is or marriage or... well, those are the only interesting ones.” She wildly gestures with her flagon, to the point where some spills out over the edge. “Dammit.” She raises it to her lips and sips anyway. “I shouldn’t listen, but how can I not, you know? Especially if they’re gonna do it right in front of me, then they have no right to get mad. Besides, then I get to play mystic and sell them the exact herb or charm they need for their deep seated problem that they didn’t even come in for. Fools.”

Her self-satisfied smirk quickly falls when there’s a rumble of thunder outside, and she slumps in her seat, taking a big swig. “Well, wonderful. ‘Don’t bring an umbrella, Ryn, it’s not gonna rain and you don’t need more to weigh you down’.” She scowls briefly, then gives him a shrug. “I don’t know when you were planning on leaving, but I might just stick it out here ‘til it blows over.”

[marigoldeneyes]

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“You can, and you will. I know you will, mi amor. And whatever this is, we are going to face it together. Alright? I’m not leaving you, Ilya. I won’t be leaving your side, and I want you to remember that.” She doesn’t let go of his hands. Not for the briefest moment she stops holding him tight, and if her eyes withdraw from his own it’s only when she leans in to place a delicate kiss over his knuckles, and repeats it a couple of times once she is there.

Is she afraid? No, but she is worried. Worried like someone who has seen this kind of manifestations over and over again in her line of work. Of people that came to her drowned in their loss or with memories scarred for life. Of people that she has had to hold for hours. Of many people, but- never of him. Is this the first time something like this happened to him? And if it wasn’t, why hadn’t he told her already?

Later, she said to herself. Those are questions for later, now focus.

“Listen to me. I’m going to ask you to focus on my breathing and try to do it just like me. We are going to go slow and I’ll be counting for you so you know when to inhale and exhale. Alright? Let’s give it a try. One… two. Three…. four. That’s it. Let’s do it again. One… and two. Three… four. You are doing it just great, keep going like that. One...”

She starts searching for indicators in his body. Any sign she can find to see how he is doing now, while his attention is still on the task.