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hey
can I ask you a kinda weird question
can I ask you a kinda weird question
Oliver gave me an update. How are you?
hey man, i met a wizard (@ strange) we met in person, so i know he's not some evil magic overlord.
we talked about your plans and i think he'd like being introduced to nate and the other witches. i didn't give him your name in case you didn't feel like meeting him, but he told me it was cool to give you his contact info
we talked about your plans and i think he'd like being introduced to nate and the other witches. i didn't give him your name in case you didn't feel like meeting him, but he told me it was cool to give you his contact info
Edited (godammit dw autoformatting x2) 2022-05-26 01:29 (UTC)
you like ill-advised magic ideas, right?
Also like normal but kinda silly ones?
Also like normal but kinda silly ones?
hey 2 random qs but andy sr said you might have the answers/advice
1: do you have weed for sale rn? or know where to score it?
2: i'm trying to decide on a pet, but idk what to pick. opinions appreciated
1: do you have weed for sale rn? or know where to score it?
2: i'm trying to decide on a pet, but idk what to pick. opinions appreciated
[ It's the middle of the day when Michael seeks Nick out. He sticks his head around the door of whatever room he finds him in. ]
Hey. Listen, I know this is gonna go against every single sensibility you have, but.
[ He holds up a curved, pink glass sword. It's the length of a short sword, and it's glowing, hazing between shades of pink and purple. ]
I tried locking it up, leaving it at work, even burying the god damned thing, and it keeps coming back. Do not touch it, ever, I don't care if it sits up and asks you to. It'll kill you.
Okay?
Hey. Listen, I know this is gonna go against every single sensibility you have, but.
[ He holds up a curved, pink glass sword. It's the length of a short sword, and it's glowing, hazing between shades of pink and purple. ]
I tried locking it up, leaving it at work, even burying the god damned thing, and it keeps coming back. Do not touch it, ever, I don't care if it sits up and asks you to. It'll kill you.
Okay?
Edited 2022-06-04 16:55 (UTC)
[ nick actually likes studying these days, which is something of a revelation, but the more time he spends doing it, the less he tolerates confining himself to his room. today he's out in a corner of the main living room, sat upside down on a couch with his head hanging off the edge of the seat and his legs up and dangled over the cushion back, a text in his hand that he's idly flicking through. his face is red, he's clearly been like this for a while now.
he's not expecting company, honestly, and nick starts a little, snaps the book shut and--pauses, because whatever he was expecting from seeing michael, it wasn't a glowing sword. ]
It looks like a kid's toy did LSD.
[ helpfully. but he does rearrange himself into something a little more upright, the flush in his face fading back to a more normal colour as gravity does its work on sending the blood back where it's supposed to go. he's looking at the sword more than michael, honestly, but at least a glowing pink-purple thing gives him something of an excuse. ]
Um. Okay. I can do that. Is it...a special sword?
he's not expecting company, honestly, and nick starts a little, snaps the book shut and--pauses, because whatever he was expecting from seeing michael, it wasn't a glowing sword. ]
It looks like a kid's toy did LSD.
[ helpfully. but he does rearrange himself into something a little more upright, the flush in his face fading back to a more normal colour as gravity does its work on sending the blood back where it's supposed to go. he's looking at the sword more than michael, honestly, but at least a glowing pink-purple thing gives him something of an excuse. ]
Um. Okay. I can do that. Is it...a special sword?
hey quick q but
you and oliver or anyone you know going to check out the prom sitch?
you and oliver or anyone you know going to check out the prom sitch?
He hadn't fallen asleep, and yet his eyes are opening. He barely has time to compute that fact before the familiar heat sears his arm - but it's on the wrong side, the wrong arm. By instinct, Nate sits up and lifts his arm to look at it, to see the circle flaring to life against his wrist before fading to what looks like black ink.
His left arm is covered with a full sleeve of those circles, many of them interlocking. They're a map, showing him where he's been. This new circle is on the other arm, which means it's far away from the others. Unconnected. That's--
But he's distracted. He sees another tattoo on the underside of his right arm, just beside where the new circle had appeared. Runic symbols for the elements, and for creation. Nate knows them well. He also knows he hadn't had that tattoo a moment ago.
And yet it's familiar. He remembers doing it to himself, after...after he was attacked...
He frowns, his brain scrambling to keep up. He pushes out of the bed and crosses the room to the wardrobe, which is mirrored, and he looks at himself. He pulls off his shirt. There's his map of circles, all over his left arm and creeping up the left side of his neck. All his other tattoos are where they should be, but there's...there's this symbol on his ribs, a symbol of protection. Caleb had given him that, Caleb. And Nick had given him that carved heart on his chest, and John had burned the match into the other side of his chest, and he'd put those dermal piercings under his collarbone himself after his magic was stolen. And that mark on his hip, that C-shaped burn, that came from Caliban--
"Jesus fuck."
He'd forgotten. How could he have forgotten all of them? He puts his hand over that carved heart. He can feel his connection to Nick through it. And yet five minutes ago, he hadn't known who Nick was.
Five minutes ago he'd watched while Ineroth consumed Thorn in front of him, and he'd felt Thorn's magic pushing him to teleport, and -
And then he'd woken up in his bed in Duplicity. Duplicity, yes, that's the name.
"Fuck this," he mutters, and raises his left arm. He presses his thumb against the circle representing the last world he and Thorn had been in. It starts to glow, and he teleports-
Except that he doesn't. He tries again, pushing himself. Magic builds, circling him, and then promptly drops him on his ass while it dissipates. He can't teleport out of here. No, of course he can't, he knew that, but--
His head feels scrambled. He puts his face in his hands, overwhelmed by it. He's got to get back to Thorn. But he also has to find Nick and Caleb and John, he can't just forget them again, and...
Oh god, how long has it been for them? How long has he been asleep? He can still feel Nick's presence, but that doesn't mean much. It could've been months. It could've been years, since it's been years for him. The room looks how he remembers it, but they could've just kept it that way. Left him there.
He needs to get back to Thorn.
He needs to think, to breathe.
He gets back to his feet, swallows, and pushes the wardrobe open. Inside are clothes he'd worn years ago, all exactly as he remembers them. He steps back, still shirtless, and closes the door again. The sight of himself in that mirror is so strange. Is this even real? How would he know? It could be another of Ineroth's traps, just more sophisticated than he's used to. His hand moves up to that carved heart. He focuses on it, and on the tendril of Nick that's inside, and he presses the scar, flooding his magic into it.
This time the spell works. It teleports him to Nick, wherever Nick might be at that exact moment. It's only then that he realises he should've thought of something to say, and he hasn't, because he's operating all on instinct, and so all that comes out of his mouth is a muted:
"Hi."
And then, after a second:
"Is this real?"
His left arm is covered with a full sleeve of those circles, many of them interlocking. They're a map, showing him where he's been. This new circle is on the other arm, which means it's far away from the others. Unconnected. That's--
But he's distracted. He sees another tattoo on the underside of his right arm, just beside where the new circle had appeared. Runic symbols for the elements, and for creation. Nate knows them well. He also knows he hadn't had that tattoo a moment ago.
And yet it's familiar. He remembers doing it to himself, after...after he was attacked...
He frowns, his brain scrambling to keep up. He pushes out of the bed and crosses the room to the wardrobe, which is mirrored, and he looks at himself. He pulls off his shirt. There's his map of circles, all over his left arm and creeping up the left side of his neck. All his other tattoos are where they should be, but there's...there's this symbol on his ribs, a symbol of protection. Caleb had given him that, Caleb. And Nick had given him that carved heart on his chest, and John had burned the match into the other side of his chest, and he'd put those dermal piercings under his collarbone himself after his magic was stolen. And that mark on his hip, that C-shaped burn, that came from Caliban--
"Jesus fuck."
He'd forgotten. How could he have forgotten all of them? He puts his hand over that carved heart. He can feel his connection to Nick through it. And yet five minutes ago, he hadn't known who Nick was.
Five minutes ago he'd watched while Ineroth consumed Thorn in front of him, and he'd felt Thorn's magic pushing him to teleport, and -
And then he'd woken up in his bed in Duplicity. Duplicity, yes, that's the name.
"Fuck this," he mutters, and raises his left arm. He presses his thumb against the circle representing the last world he and Thorn had been in. It starts to glow, and he teleports-
Except that he doesn't. He tries again, pushing himself. Magic builds, circling him, and then promptly drops him on his ass while it dissipates. He can't teleport out of here. No, of course he can't, he knew that, but--
His head feels scrambled. He puts his face in his hands, overwhelmed by it. He's got to get back to Thorn. But he also has to find Nick and Caleb and John, he can't just forget them again, and...
Oh god, how long has it been for them? How long has he been asleep? He can still feel Nick's presence, but that doesn't mean much. It could've been months. It could've been years, since it's been years for him. The room looks how he remembers it, but they could've just kept it that way. Left him there.
He needs to get back to Thorn.
He needs to think, to breathe.
He gets back to his feet, swallows, and pushes the wardrobe open. Inside are clothes he'd worn years ago, all exactly as he remembers them. He steps back, still shirtless, and closes the door again. The sight of himself in that mirror is so strange. Is this even real? How would he know? It could be another of Ineroth's traps, just more sophisticated than he's used to. His hand moves up to that carved heart. He focuses on it, and on the tendril of Nick that's inside, and he presses the scar, flooding his magic into it.
This time the spell works. It teleports him to Nick, wherever Nick might be at that exact moment. It's only then that he realises he should've thought of something to say, and he hasn't, because he's operating all on instinct, and so all that comes out of his mouth is a muted:
"Hi."
And then, after a second:
"Is this real?"
Edited 2022-07-07 17:17 (UTC)
If Nick had his way, he would have spent all his time by Nate's side, for all that it matters when the man is asleep. He tells himself over and over that people who fall asleep always wake up, that he's never heard of someone not waking up, that he'll wake up any day now, but Nick still wants to hold vigil all the same. Rationally, he just can't. Even if he were willing to risk the kinds of consequences that might come down on him, on Kyle, for Nick just blatantly ignoring the housing restrictions in place, there's still a matter of the theatre.
Nate wouldn't want it abandoned, not even for him, so Nick doesn't.
It's a miserable sort of affair in the lab without him, though. Lack of distraction doesn't make him any more productive, and he spends half his time portalling back to Nate's house anyway. Just to check in, even when nothing changes. And the days wear on like that, Nick split in two and poking the place where he normally feels Nate, stuck in stasis and waiting.
When that quiet spot very suddenly wakes up, it just about knocks him on his ass. It's hardly been that long, but it still takes Nick a moment to pick apart his feelings from the sudden explosion of Nate, finding where his confusion begins and the other's ends.
It shouldn't be surprising, when Nate appears in front of him, but Nick still presses a hand over his mouth. As if it'll to anything to muffle the sob, and anyway he abandons that quickly in favour of rushing over, catching Nate's face in both of his hands instead.
"I think so." There's a lot of theories floating around, but Nick suspects he's probably not looking for a philosophical debate on the answer right now. Instead he lets out a helpless little laugh, wet sounding as he looks at Nate. "Fuck, I missed you."
Nate wouldn't want it abandoned, not even for him, so Nick doesn't.
It's a miserable sort of affair in the lab without him, though. Lack of distraction doesn't make him any more productive, and he spends half his time portalling back to Nate's house anyway. Just to check in, even when nothing changes. And the days wear on like that, Nick split in two and poking the place where he normally feels Nate, stuck in stasis and waiting.
When that quiet spot very suddenly wakes up, it just about knocks him on his ass. It's hardly been that long, but it still takes Nick a moment to pick apart his feelings from the sudden explosion of Nate, finding where his confusion begins and the other's ends.
It shouldn't be surprising, when Nate appears in front of him, but Nick still presses a hand over his mouth. As if it'll to anything to muffle the sob, and anyway he abandons that quickly in favour of rushing over, catching Nate's face in both of his hands instead.
"I think so." There's a lot of theories floating around, but Nick suspects he's probably not looking for a philosophical debate on the answer right now. Instead he lets out a helpless little laugh, wet sounding as he looks at Nate. "Fuck, I missed you."
[ Usually, their empathy bond is a thing that's just there. Nate's experience outside Duplicity has, however, immersed him even further in magic than he was before. He uses it all the time, without thought.
So this morning, when he wakes up thinking about Nick, he doesn't even hesitate. He opens up his mind, and concentrates on that link, and then...
Lust is an easy thing. It starts with the vague need for his hand on his cock, that nice early arousal where he's awake half hard and a little needy. His hand wraps around it, and he thinks of Nick. His skin, his lips, his hair, the particular tightness when Nate's inside him. The feeling grows.
Nate's cock grows. He strokes it, playing with it until it's leaking, and he funnels every inch of his need, his want, into that empathy bond. Every slice of pleasure while he teases himself, every hitch of breath as he runs his thumbnail through his slit and feels pre running over his hands.
At this point, he calls Nick, and it's a video call, and it's just pointed at his hard, leaking dick. Then, his dick grows differently. It starts to thicken, and lengthen, and darken, until the skin turns purple and shiny, and the length is upwards of 15 inches, and curved, and so thick that his hand won't wrap all the way around it.
There's no words, only the sound of Nate breathing heavy, and whining a little each time his fingers graze a particularly sensitive patch. Through their bond, he sends wave after wave of need, want, arousal, to go alongside the sight of that huge, glistening tip. ]
So this morning, when he wakes up thinking about Nick, he doesn't even hesitate. He opens up his mind, and concentrates on that link, and then...
Lust is an easy thing. It starts with the vague need for his hand on his cock, that nice early arousal where he's awake half hard and a little needy. His hand wraps around it, and he thinks of Nick. His skin, his lips, his hair, the particular tightness when Nate's inside him. The feeling grows.
Nate's cock grows. He strokes it, playing with it until it's leaking, and he funnels every inch of his need, his want, into that empathy bond. Every slice of pleasure while he teases himself, every hitch of breath as he runs his thumbnail through his slit and feels pre running over his hands.
At this point, he calls Nick, and it's a video call, and it's just pointed at his hard, leaking dick. Then, his dick grows differently. It starts to thicken, and lengthen, and darken, until the skin turns purple and shiny, and the length is upwards of 15 inches, and curved, and so thick that his hand won't wrap all the way around it.
There's no words, only the sound of Nate breathing heavy, and whining a little each time his fingers graze a particularly sensitive patch. Through their bond, he sends wave after wave of need, want, arousal, to go alongside the sight of that huge, glistening tip. ]
[ This message comes by way of a fresh tattoo, in purple ink, on the side of Nick's wrist. It vanishes once he's read it, leaving a blank space. ]
Nick, it's Nate. I'm alive. I'm okay. I don't have my device but I can feel you, so I had to let you know.
Nick, it's Nate. I'm alive. I'm okay. I don't have my device but I can feel you, so I had to let you know.
[ it's a handy little trick that ragnor taught him a long time ago, fire messages. nick only ever really uses them when he's showing off, they're not that necessary when everyone has a phone to hand, but right now he's very relieved.
almost immediately after nick reads the message on his skin, nate will feel the urge to reach out and catch something -- when he does, a scrap of paper will appear in a small burst of flames, a little charred around the edges with nick's messy scrawl in the centre. ]
where are you?
almost immediately after nick reads the message on his skin, nate will feel the urge to reach out and catch something -- when he does, a scrap of paper will appear in a small burst of flames, a little charred around the edges with nick's messy scrawl in the centre. ]
where are you?
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