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[theblackmagi]

[[ Before the Storm]] - Closed for redking-rising

[redking-rising-blog]

Regret.

The word had a rather bitter taste to it and Kouen detested that fact. Long ago, he made a promise to himself that he would never even come close to this feeling and yet… life had its way of getting the best of him. No matter how much he distanced himself, no matter how much power he gathers, they would never be enough to wipe away the bitter regret lingering in his mind.

Those lives that perished in the infamous palace fire, lives that were worth so much more than his own…

And now, him.

Judal.

This young man was the walking embodiment of Kouen’s mistakes. What used to be a strange but veritable connection between them had fractured under an unknown pressure. Or perhaps Kouen knew the reason but he chose to ignore it, allowing the hidden animosity to grow until it finally burst forth and destroyed everything in its path. Everything was distorted, skewed out of its ordinary axis and every passing day made it more difficult to distinguish what is right from wrong… if that distinction still existed.

He was conflicted, unfamiliar emotions swirling in his chest and clouding his mind. The burden on his shoulders felt like an actual physical pain and no matter how strong and insurmountable he may appear to everyone, Kouen was still very much human. No matter how much he denied this fact, it will always come to haunt him be it in his sleep or in every waking step he takes.

"You shouldn’t be here." he murmurs, his voice wavering ever so slightly even as his eyes remain hard, steadfast.

[theblackmagi]

  “Probably not” He said simply, though even a the words left his mouth, the Magi slid off the window sill, letting bare feet touch down on marble floor. He could feel the tension in the room between them, and yet…  He knew he could probably hear belter than anyone the quivering shake in the older man’s voice.

Folding his arms behind his head he moved through the dark room, black ruhk swirling up around him with each step as the power he’d amassed in the passed months was still a struggle to control.

“But I gotta say, I missed you. Did you miss me?” He asked, his smirk on his lips growing as his voice tried to mask that he was geniuine in his declaration that he had missed the older man. As much as he thrived on the power he gained with Hakuryuu, the talks they had just weren’t’  the same…

“Though I suppose probably not considering all this” He chuckled, glancing around the room that Kouen now had to call his own. “But hey, better than the alternative right?” he offered, his eyes dancing as he slid his thumb across his throat in a macabre way of showing just what that alternative was.

[chacscontrcl]

"Yet you seem to continue to grasp to me like you are desperately in love with me or something. Like a strange obsession. Like a greedy beggar perhaps or someone who is bloodthirsty. Remind me again why you’re obsessed with me?"

[theblackmagi]

"Love? Don't flatter yourself, you know as well as I do that love is an emotion I don't dwell on. I am a Magi, I was born with the inate desire to find the King that I thought should be king of kings and I've always thought that was you. I wanted to give you my power to grasp that title. But I never got to choose. I was given to Kou like a gift, but you can help change that"

[reijii-sama]

[chacscontrcl]

"And you think I’d be an idiot to let you grasp my Kingdom and power behind my back as well as letting someone like you roam around?"

[theblackmagi]

"Your arrogance really blinds you doesn't it. I never wanted your kingdom or your power stupid king! My power outweighs yours, and I have no need for a kingdom to rule. I am a Magi. I want to support a King but clearly, you just want to do that alone, don't you"

[theblackmagi]

[[ Before the Storm]] - Closed for redking-rising

It was late. The sun had set over Balbad and the only light came from the flickering glow of candles from the windows of those still awake. Floating lazily on air, the Magi made his way through the darkened streets, doing as best he could to keep himself undetected. He wasn't there to start trouble, in spite of everything that had happened, he wanted to keep his presence unknown to those who had come here in escape from the Empire.

He was like a dog on a leash once more, but for the first time, it was a collar he'd tied  himself. He wanted to be with Hakuryuu, he enjoyed the company and the knowledge that he was no longer alone in the dark fall of Depravity... But something was eating at him. The one obstacle in their way he wished he wouldn't have to face.

So instead of waiting for the day to come that he'd face it head on, he'd left, no words to his destination as he sought out the one man he had always found company with... The one man now who he might have to face himself.

Setting into the window sill of one of the illuminated rooms, the Magi could see the Prince, bent over a table as usual, but the frown that filled his features was no longer the one he recognized, it seemed tired... Worn out even.

Swinging his legs down into the room the teen coughed, finally letting his presence be known. When red eyes lifted to meet his own he smirked, making no effort to move closer.

".... Did you miss me?"

[mindcreator]

夏

[theblackmagi]

[[ Only Human ]] - Closed Start for Redking-Rising

[redking-rising-blog]

"Ah, but that’s the thing about love, Judal. It is manifested in different levels and forms. It can be wonderful and enlightening but also cruel and painful."

Kouen wouldn’t want to be considered an expert on this subject for saying so would imply that he actually cared about it in the first place. ‘Love’ for him was nothing more than an abstract construct, one of the many ideas that governed the world. It was an unfathomable existence, much like the destiny which binds them all.

The subject matter might be of little interest to him as it is but witnessing how it affected others - especially unique people like Judal - was a source of unending curiosity and enjoyment.

"It’s not uncommon for someone to feel ‘love’ towards me, Judal. Or are you saying I’m that much of a hideous, wretched person that no one would dare feel affection towards me?" he asks, further baiting the already confused Magi.

[theblackmagi]

“You know damn well that wasn’t what I said” he snapped, shaking out his head as he just let his crimson eyes bore into the other. If looks could kill, the Kou Prince would have long since been engulfed in flames from the glare that was filling Judal’s eyes. “… I think we both know that people hold ‘affection’ for you, if that’s what you want to call it…”

With a defeated sound, the Magi let himself drop to the small couch in Kouen’s quarters, stretching long legs out in front of himself as he just stared at his feet, as though hoping the bared limbs would somehow reveal to him an answer to the thousands of questions that swarmed through his mind like a hive of insects.

“Speak then! Explain how I can possibly be feeling something so… Poignant without even knowing it. How do you know what I am feeling if I don’t. That makes no sense! You’re lying”

[theblackmagi]

[[ Heeeey~ I just wanted to appologize for how absent I've been here. Between work being hectic, and that I got quite ill for the last two weeks I have been rather scatter brained. I will go back to my previous activity level here I promise. I know I owe Morgiana a starter as Judal, and I want to get to her open with Sphintus, plus the very overdue Judal reply to Kouen... Besides that I think I don't owe anything... But if you'd like a starter either here, Sphintus or Yamuraiha please let me know <3 Love all y'all~ ]]

[wishfuldesire-blog1]

マギらくがき3

[theblackmagi]

[[ Two of a Kind]] Closed for tiemxe

“Get up”

The black magi stood, body leaning over the sleeping form of his candidate. His bare feet were perched incautiously on the wood of the baseboard of the prince's bed, his hands on his hips as he just leaned as far over as he could.

A frown played up at his lips as the boy refused to wake. It had only been a week since Hakuryuu had decided to finally join him, and already Judal had grown accustomed to his company. So that morning whtn the Oracle found himself listless and bored he had made his way to the boy's chambers, frustrated to see him still curled up in his bed.

“I said get up” He repeated, his voice growing louder that time as he lifted one foot, balancing himself on the other has he used his toes to prod into the prince's cheeks.

“You are so useless” 

[theblackmagi]

[[ Bleeding Out]] - Closed for highking-sinbad

He had no where else to go. Clutching his hand tight over the wound in his stomach, the Kou oracle lay as best he could across his carpet. The white fabric soaked with blood as he moved, matching the crimson of the eyes that scanned the ground below.

He wasn't quite sure what had led him to Sindria that night, but his mind couldn't think of anywhere else he should have gone. He'd failed in what Al Thamen had sent him to do. The very notion of failure was one he wasn't quite sure how to handle, but as his fingers tried to stop the blood that pooled through it didn't matter how it had happened, what mattered was that it did. The Organization didn't take well to faliure and returning to them would only further lead to injury, both physical and otherwise.

Kou didn't see a safe option either. While he knew Kouen would treat his wounds, and keep him safe from the Organization, he wouldn't let it go so easily how such a thing could have befallen his Magi, and he wasn't quite ready to talk about what had transpired.

So the Magi found himself in Sindria, circling listlessly looking for the window he knew he needed. Finally, the black sun found the window he sought, the dark opening barely visible amongst the marble walls of the palace. But his carpet slowly lowered, hovering at the sill of the window to allow him to step inside.

He tried his best to be quiet, but pulling himself to sitting and onto the window sill proved harder than he had anticipated and it was only moment before he was starting to fall, clutching desperately to the curtains. The commotion he caused surely would be enough to rouse whoever might be sleeping only feet away, and Judal knew he'd not get away with sneaking inside that night.

[theblackmagi]

[[ Only Human ]] - Closed Start for Redking-Rising

[redking-rising-blog]

"Oh? So you’ve felt it with me as well?"

As much as he knew how easily his enthusiasm could be misunderstood, Kouen could not help that slight smirk, the glint of amusement ever present in his eyes. He also knew just how much he was pulling Judal to the point of breaking, the Magi’s mind and heart already an absolute mess. The confusion would be over very soon, though. After all, Kouen was quite fond of the young Magi, the young man’s pain echoed deep within the red-haired man’s own soul.

[And at this, he had to laugh because when did he get so good at lying, going as far as to even try and fool himself?]

[Kouen, you absolute bastard.]

"Judal, you are in love."

He speaks in a tone filled with seriousness, of great gravity …and yet his eyes register nothing but pure amusement. Like a murderer owning up to a crime but unable to hide the pure, sadistic glee of being found out, the thrill much too good to resist capture.

"You are in love with Sinbad." he continues with that same air of finality before leaning back on his seat and waiting for his words to register, to see how the Magi would react to his answer.

[theblackmagi]

The magi was silent, his candidate's words just echoing into his ears like pounding drums as the meaning settled in his brain. In love. In love with Sinbad. The words sounded foreign to him as he tried to compare his own conflicting feelings with the things he'd heard of what love was supposed to feel like.

His face darkened, and the already frustated oracle stared down at the marble floor under his bare feet, just trying to process the information being loaded into his brain. It wasn't possible, it wasn't possible for something that so many people desire and sought to be... So painful and hard to bare.

“You're wrong” He spat out, shaking his head firmly, despite the fact that his words were laced entirely with inexperience to any form of affection. “You're wrong and you wont trick me that easily. Especially since it's something I've felt for you, I know it's bullshit"

[ladyoflumos]

With the confirmation, Hakuei quickly went to work. It only took her a mere couple of minutes to find a clean towel, carefully place it into her hands and return to the male. Her eyes searched around his face, picking out the emotions and kind of mood(which, she assumed wasn’t too great. People that were soaked to the bone with rain usually didn’t have the best attitude) and shifted hers accordingly. 

A hand extended the towel before she gracefully sat in front of him, the small smile still clear on her face. Although the two of them had never been as close as she would have liked, she would at least try to brighten his mood some. Or the very least, make him physically feel better.

Tea, had always been one of Hakuei’s favorite drinks, and the princess had found a warm cup on a rainy day could make anyone feel better. As for whether or not Judal wanted to stay for a cup was a entirely different story. Still, she would offer and hopefully it would relax the tension she was sure was growing inside of him

"I’ve found that a cup of tea warms the body nicely. Would you like to have one with me?"

[theblackmagi]

The Magi took the towel, quickly moving to start to dry his dripping hair, though it would be no use to attempt to dry out his braid, that would take only time. Leaving the thick fabric to hang over his head, he watched as she sat, always bemused by the gentle smile that seemed to ever grace his candidate's features, despite the raw power he knew she was capable of.

He opened his mouth to deny her, to tell her he didn't want to sit for any tea, and to storm to his own quarters. But the words that he wanted didn't come. There was something about her soft, calming voice that reminded him of what he could only assume a mother might sound like. So instead, the magi merely nodded, lowering himself to sit across from her, folding his soaked legs up underneath himself. The thought of the warm cup sent a chill through his spine, frozen to the core from the rain.

“... Just one” he mumbled, like the petulant child he so often resembled.  

[theblackmagi]

[[ Only Human ]] - Closed Start for Redking-Rising

[redking-rising-blog]

Kouen leans back on his seat, his previously tense posture easing as he regards Judal with calm, almost amused eyes.

"Before I can come to a proper conclusion however, I’ll need you to answer a couple of simple questions."

The red-haired man pauses a bit too long on purpose, Judal’s gaze practically boring holes into his skull. But he was not one to be easily intimidated and the magi’s growing irritation only served to fuel the fire.

"Do you feel this way only when this particular person is around? Do you not feel it with anyone else?"

Kouen reaches out, fingers idly tracing the darkwood of the low desk before him.

"Has this feeling driven you to rage but also to happiness? Like there is no balance between your feelings and you keep swinging from one end of the spectrum to another?"

[theblackmagi]

Judal’s eyes narrowed, just listening as the man seemed to find humour in his predicament. It shouldn’t have surprised him. He’d been with his candidate since such a young age, and he’d seen on countless occasions how the misfortune and distress of others had been like a playground for the Emperor, an open door to play with the broken spirits of those around him like ragdolls. Never had the Oracle ever been on the other side of his menace, always watched from the sidelines with morbid fascination. It had always astounded him that the same way he was able to do such horrible damage with his magic, so too could Kouen to the minds of his adversaries.

Sitting in the darkened quarters now, like a specimen on display Judal felt unease. Kouen’s presence had always been like a refuge for him, the closest thing he felt to what he assumed families would feel like. But under his scrutiny now the Magi hated it. It felt the same as he did when he sat surrounded by Al Thamen, like thousands of eyes were watching him, waiting for a weakness to twist against him.

Folding his arms he just listened to the questions asked, trying to find a way to answer them, despite how much the Magi despised having to open his mind up that much to things that upset him, preferring to shut them out and close them off.

“Mostly just them…” He mumbled, crimson eyes turning to glance up at the man that sat across the room. “I’ve felt it with you, but not as strongly… Though maybe because you give me attention” He shrugged “It’s still not as strong… But I… Yeah, it’s pretty much that I guess? I don’t know! I don’t like talking about it” He huffed, folding her arms tighter across his chest in petulant resistance.

[ladyoflumos]

The delicate sounds of rain hitting against the roof had always been soothing to Hakuei, and as she watched the downpour from her window, a small sigh escaped her lips. The current piece, an embroidering she was fitting onto a new set of dress robes, was gently placed into her lap. Through the thick of blue and white hues, laid the golden thread delicately lining the belt in a curved pattern. 

As she began to drift back into the silence of work, the door behind her slid open. Her eyes glanced up as she turned her head to the new comer.

Immediately a worried look overtook her face as she stood to greet the other. “Allow me to get you a clean towel to try off with.” 

[theblackmagi]

The Kou Magi was hardly one to be subdued by something as simple as rain, but the water that fell from the sky that night was cold and harsh, and when Judal had finally made his way back to the palace he was soaked.

His thick hair was the worst, completely saturated through with heavy water. Moving through the grounds, his bangs stuck to his face, waterlogged clothing leaving him looking pathetic in his movements.

Slamming the door behind him, the Magi was surprised to see his candidate, but her actions didn't surprise him as she rose to help, worry clear on her face. Letting out a halfhearted sigh he just shrugged, knowing he needed a towel, though he'd planned to track his puddled through the halls to his quarters.

“....Fine” he mumbled, reaching to move his heavy braid over his shoulders, all but shivering from the cold.

[chacscontrcl]

Love Sinbad xoxox

[theblackmagi]

[theblackmagi]

[[ Only Human ]] - Closed Start for Redking-Rising

[redking-rising-blog]

More than the sound of other valued objects crashing to the ground, Kouen was stunned by the way Judal described what he was feeling (or rather, the way he tried to explain). It was truly a puzzling thing - acting out, destroying things and speaking harsh words just to gain the attention of one man who would always push you away.

Why would Judal even bother to do such maddening things if it did not result in anything meaningful? Was there something he wanted from Sinbad? But of course it was Sinbad. He needn’t mention the name but Judal would not be affected this much by anyone else. 

What was it about the man that made Judal such an incomprehensible mess? Strange as it was, Kouen couldn’t help but think that he has seen this scenario once, perhaps many times before…

When Judal grabs the strip of fabric over his chest, everything suddenly comes into clarity.

Love.

Judal is in love.

Oh, what bittersweet irony! What a glorious catastrophe! The Kou Empire’s Oracle, the malicious young lad responsible for ruining the lives of countless others is here bemoaning heartbreak. Here he lies, naive heart exposed and beating. Little did he know how absolutely enticing a flash of red is to the eyes of a hungry vulture.

"… I may know of your affliction, Judal. And perhaps even the solution for it." Kouen murmurs, words as cryptic as ever.

[theblackmagi]

The Magi's conniption halted when Kouen spoke. Turning crimson eyes sharply to face his candidate, Judal stared in curious anticipation. He knew it shouldn’t surprise him that Kouen knew what was plaguing, but the very idea that something that had left him so baffled and frustrated for so long was so easily solved by the older man... It was aggrivating in itself.

Turning on his heel, the Oracle began to pace the Emperor's quarters,his one hand moving to snatch another peach from the bowl that always seemed present, while his other fidgeted at his side, clenching and unclenching as he waited, his tantrum only temporarily at bay.

“Then what is it?” He asked, raising a brow as his gaze never left Kouen, even as he paced. Every spinning aggravation in him refused to allow him stillness, leaving the dark Magi restless and frustrated.