#wizard duo

[b336]

last life all over again??? wizard duo i miss you

[majesty-perfectgrey]

Joel: I hear a sheep

Scar: don't worry about the sheep, he's not looking at you

[cree-churr]

i scribbled this in a furious rage. i fear the original is lost to time

(if you have the original please send, i'm still looking for it)

@moondustedstars, @all54321, @mccat-firest-in-the-house for your intrigue

[projectemo]

How we feel about Mountain Dwellers?

Day #4 of #Scartober2023

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🪄✨ Magic ✨🪄

I drew this for one person specifically.

Prompt List below!

Scartober2023 Prompt list is by the wonderful, the amazing @dailygtwscar

Never forget your Whimsy! 🫶🫶

[majesty-perfectgrey]

in nice life Joel scar and bdubs def has a threesome

[mermaidspacegoddess]

gift exchange.

Cecilia's finished applying a minimal amount of makeup for the gathering that she and Merc have been preparing for all afternoon. They'd left wrapping until the last minute and spent about three hours and six rolls of paper fooling around and attempting to wrap each other before an hour was spent on the actual gift-wrapping. She smiles fondly at the bundle of gifts sitting by the bed and crosses out of the bedroom into the living area. "Merc, are you ready?" she calls, not quite sure where in the flat he's relocated himself. He appears from the kitchen with arms suspiciously behind his back and a grin on his face while approaching her in the bedroom doorway. Once he's about a foot away from her his arms are pulled from behind his back to reveal a small, flat box wrapped ornately and he holds it up to cover the lower part of his face and his brows shift upwards.

"Merry Christmas," and he hands it to her.

Cecilia frowns down at the box that is suddenly in her hands and then up at him with a smile, "oh no, had I known we were exchanging gifts tooooo," she trails off while scurrying back into the bedroom and entering the small walk in closet. There's shuffling and the sound of boxes falling (she can't quite reach the back of the top shelf and Merc laughs at how she refuses his help) before she reappears with a larger box also wrapped for the occasion.

"Oh you shouldn't have," he fakes surprise and crosses with her to the bed where they sit down and prepare to open the gifts.

They look at each other for a moment before Cecilia leans into him with a nudge. "Open yours first."

"If you insist," he says, already enthusiastically picking at the edges of the wrapping paper. The box inside is black with the name of a designer branded in gold lettering and Merc gives Cecilia and immediately knowing look as he lifts the top of the box and tissue paper flutters up with the motion. His hands reach to cradle the soft fabric of the designer cashmere sweater he had pointed out to her just a couple weeks earlier. "Oh yes, lovely, yes, thank you Princess." Merc leans over to cup her cheek and give her a kiss. He retracts and bounces slightly on the bed, "now open yours," he urges lightly with a hand on her knee squeezing.

Cecilia catches a smile between her teeth and runs her hands over the surface of the paper briefly before she carefully tugs at the corners of the paper and removes it almost immaculately. Merc teases her technique and she decides to speed up the process just for him. The box is about the size of both of her palms and has a soft, black velvet coating. She gives him a shocked look before even opening the latch and he nudges her again.

"Open it."

She bites her lip, pauses a moment and unhitches the clasp to open the lid. She gasps at the sight of a beautiful silver and diamond waterfall necklace and claps a hand to her mouth looking over at him.

"Do you like it?" He looks almost worried, it's the first piece of jewellery he's bought for her and while he knows her taste well enough there is still doubt instilled in him over his decision.

She gives him a slow nod and her eyes become teary, "It's beautiful, I love it." She removes it ever so gently and the jewels drape over her fingers.

Merc offers his hands to take it, "here, I'll put it on." And Cecilia allows him to take it, her hands moving with it until she's sure it's secure in his hands. She shifts to face the nape of her neck towards him and lifts her hair for his to access it. He reaches around her and slowly runs his hands along her shoulder, allowing his touch to linger on her skin before he clasps the necklace closed behind her and presses a kiss just below the chain of the necklace. She turns to him again, looking down to examine the piece of jewellery around her neck. "How does it look?"

Merc looks at her, the soft green and sliver dress is accented perfectly by the necklace and her face almost glows against the silver and diamond accessory. He reaches over to push a curl out of her face and gives her a warm and loving smile. "You look beautiful."

"I think I'll keep it on for tonight," she says softly, her fingers running along the design.

Reminded of their plans, Merc glances at the digital clock on the bedside table. "Speaking of which, we should be heading out."

Whipping her head around to confirm the time, Cecilia agrees. They should have left fifteen minutes ago. They're sure to be late, especially considering the navigational challenge that Merc is sure to face on their way.

[mermaidspacegoddess]

trade this fear.

"What are you most afraid of?" Cecilia is a soft whisper tracing the otherwise quiet air around them. Her voice claims the atmosphere for its own, posing the threat of a substantial and meaningful conversation. But Merc does not question or hesitate with an answer.

"Death." His fingers are absently playing against hers, tips brushing knuckles, in the air they mingle and while they move to intertwine the gesture never completes itself. They're caught in a continuous loop for the few moments of silence it takes Cecilia to respond from his lap.

"Death? After living for centuries how can you be afraid of that?"

"Living so many years is exactly the reason."

"Why?"

"People with mortal lifespans are born anticipating death, it's something that is going to happen to them and they know that from the very start." Merc's fingers finally claim the in-betweens of Cecilia's and they squeeze. "But I was born knowing it as a variable, it doesn't have to happen but it can."

Cecilia frowns, her hand mimicing the tightness of his.

"Are you afraid of it?" He's looking down in to her eyes searching for the answer.

"Of death?"

"Yeah."

"Nope." She sits up, the weight of her head lifting with brown curls springing to life from the denim on his thighs and eagerly following the movement of her body. Shifting, she places herself on his lap and curls her legs close to herself. His hand is on her knee and hers is overlapping. "I forgot what it's like to fear death a long time ago." Her voice is soft again like a feather.

Merc takes in a breath and holds it; of course, she had no reason to fear death any more, she had faced it all already. His nose buries in her hair and he exhales against the thick of it, currently unoccupied arm reaching around her body to tighten around her waist. She gladly shifts close to him at the gesture and her head rests against his shoulder. "As long as I'm around you're not going to die." 

His laugh is airy, "oh yeah?"

"Yup. You're stuck with me."

"I'm all right with that." 

[mermaidspacegoddess]

reunion.

The entire day has been spent catching up with each other. First it was coffee, then it was shopping, and then it was a quick stop to the liquor store before Cecilia's apartment was the end destination. It had been a day of non-stop conversation; nearly fifty years without each other's company required much more than a handful of small talk.

Granted they had still kept in contact through other devices, it just wasn't the same and the connection was weaker. Both parties admitted only to themselves that they kinda sorta maybe missed the company of the other ever since their time training together was finished. But all they said to each other on the matter was 'let's hang out and catch up' and that's just what they did. Neither of them was sure exactly why they had parted ways almost immediately after Merc's mandatory teaching time was over but they had and at the time it didn't seem significant or necessary for them to keep together any more. Merc had important Wizard Council duties to attend to and Cecilia had an entire world to find on her own. Their places were different, paths had diverged for several decades but they supposed their eventual convergence was inevitable. 

Heaving a sigh, Cecilia tosses the shopping bags upon her bed with a few ounces of effort, Merc is in the kitchen(she can hear the clattering of glasses and bottles on the counter) and she soon joins him only to be handed a drink swirling with colours. Dubiously she looks up at him through curls straying around her face.

"What's in it?"

A devious smile as he raises his glass, "close your eyes and just chug."

Reluctantly she trusts him and her glass collides with his, an echoing clink filling the room. She drinks as fast as she can, face scrunching with displeasure and both glasses slam against the counter in near unison. She looks up at him disgusted, coughing at the taste of hard liquor mixture. She didn't need to ask what was in it for him to answer.

"Tequila, red wine, spiced rum," he smirks from behind his own masked distaste.

"That's sick, Merc." Soft, painted lips are curled down in absolute disapproval but she watches him start to mix two more of the pure alcohol and she laughs, taking it from him and the tips of her fingers curl around his briefly before she pulls the glass out of his hand.

"To a night bordering on alcohol poisoning." Glasses raise again and the burning in the backs of throats is almost pleasant this time.

It takes two hours, four more Merc Cocktails each, and five shots of tequila for a pleasant buzz to settle in both of them. Cecilia is at her piano bench, fingers pressing wrong keys every so often and her attuned ears cause her face to cringe. Merc is draped on the bench beside her, swaying indiscriminately to the tune and crooning the lyrics of the sheet music that he'd picked out.

"BUT IT'S SAD AND IT'S SWEET AND I KNEW IT COMPLETE WHEN I WORE A YOUNGER MAN'S CLOTHES!"

"You're completely off keeeeyy." Cecilia leans into him, a playful nudge and her fingers stumble over the ivory at their tips.

"Don't caaaree." His arm is suddenly on her shoulders and it's heavy and sloppy and she's forced to stop playing to bury her head in the nook of his shoulder and neck, laughing.

It's another hour more before they both remember they have phones and drunkenly call Kahti, sputtering at her about nothing and forgetting she's on the line while they laugh and yell and drop a glass on the kitchen floor. And they both just laugh and inform Kahti of the broken glass.

"We're not gonna go in the kitchen any more tonight!"

Kahti humours them for half an hour, occasionally pulling away to give the play by play to Vis. It takes an extra fifteen minutes for Kahti to sift through the nonsense they're spouting and finally get them to say goodbye and hang up.

And it's only a matter of forty five minutes that off-step dancing from Merc and haphazard lessons from Cecilia end in laughing and parading to the bed, Merc carrying Cecilia, stumbling through the hall before they both collapse to the bed, bodies heavy and splayed over soft blankets. They're sinking and drowning in the alcohol in their systems but it's pleasant and airy all at once.

They start playing the 'do you remember' game, fondly and not so fondly recollecting their first times together. But that's all in the past, and they're here and they're now and none of that is of any concern any more. There is no use dwelling on old things.

"I know you still hate working in the council, why haven't you left yet?"

Merc chuckles as though it could be that easy, "I can't."

"Why not?" Her voice is soft as she turns her body to face him, hands folding beneath her head as a temporary pillow. He doesn't answer her but there's a feeling in the pit of her stomach and a solemn look on his face that tells her she already knows the answer. 

Smiling, she rolls again so that she's staring at the ceiling with him and in a moment of sober clarity she begins to speak. "Do you remember what you told me?" Her fingers have met with his palms, tips gently pressed against the center of his hand. "You used to tell me that I couldn't let my past define me any more, because I was no longer that person and moving forward was the only way I could rid myself of all those things." 

He snorts and his thumb is playing against the back of her hand, "yeah." He knows where this is heading but he feels like he needs to hear it and he allows her to continue.

"You're not the person you were when you knew them, are you? And even if you did get 'them' back...they wouldn't be the same people either." And she's right, he certainly isn't and they certainly wouldn't. Her hand squeezes his and he squeezes back. "So maybe..." the sentence is left open and she turns to him again, her body is restless and just can't seem to stay comfortable. He turns to face her as well, smile shining through solemnity.

"So maybe I should take my own advice?" He laughs and she follows with a nod. "Heh, I think you might be right, Princess." Whether or not that thought would hold until morning remained to be seen.

Their connected hands is an absence in thought now, a gesture that subconsciously feels natural and nice and right to both of them. Flickering bursts of magic mingling between their palms, supernatural atoms excited and enthused by the affectionate contact. But they're both numb to it and only respond with a brief deeper squeeze to each other. They're just looking at each other now, hair sprawled around both heads and lips pursing together almost expectantly. 

Cecilia is the first to move, her hips shift her a few inches closer and her neck stretches to give her some vantage. Merc doesn't move away when her lips meet his and stay still for a beat before sliding against his lower lip in a half-open motion. She pulls back after only a few seconds and both faces are plastered with confusion.

"Was that weird?" She asks. Her lips are tingling with residual spark.

He pauses, tongue slipping across his own lips to taste the flavour she's left behind. "I haven't decided yet."

Beat. They study each other's faces, eyes wandering to features they've never really stopped to notice before.

Beat. Eyes meet eyes again.

Beat. They both look down to realize their hands are still together and neither of them makes the first move to break contact.

Neither are sure when consciousness abandoned them for sleep, but they wake in the morning with a new unspoken tryst between them. Neither elaborate on what happened, but it doesn't feel off or strange(the only strange thing about it is that he is the first one awake) when Merc offers her a mug of coffee and a lingering kiss on the lips.