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Blue Eyed Samurai THE ONRYO Made of Mixed Metal 》I have no interest in money or power. I have no interest in being happy; only satisfied. 《

⟢ / writing older mage vik stuff and having to pause bc it’s making me emo

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"You're gorgeous and graceful but more importantly, It doesn't matter what you wear when you look so ethereal"

He smiled and helped zip up the back before leaning in and placing a kiss to her shoulder. [She's so pretty] He thinks to himself silently.

He's letting out a gasp and smile. "Please?! If it doesn't fit anywhere I'll adjust it!!"

"You're gorgeous and strong, not to mention highly intelligent, what about us is there not to like?"

Viktor stayed seated. Quiet while the ritual took place. Only once there was certainty that it was a good time to speak he would speak. "What is a flower that the god, that's taken a shine to me, likes? I'll alter one of them and grow a small field of them as thanks."

"Peace to me might have a different meaning, peace for me is the comfort of healing others. Music is a temporary remedy. But I thank him regardless for the effort made" Viktors seated on his knees now, Watching.

"How odd that he'd choose Music to reach me when it's not usually my forte. I only learned of music and such after the creation of the Commune." There's a soft laugh though as if Viktor enjoyed the oddity. "So long as my people are comfortable and safe I don't mind being watched over."

"Freyr? What or who is that?" He's got a small head tilt like that of a confused dog. Mostly just to show he genuinely is paying attention since his emotions are stagnant.

@thewolfofnoxus.bsky.social Humming and tugging Ambessa along to a dress he had made for her secretly. "You're like a lantern. The colors remind me of a lantern and I could think of no one better to wear this dress . . . After all, you do light up my heart" He tried to flirt but perhaps was

Although that was the case he still heard the requests and thoughts of his followers. Occasionally and very quietly humming an old song. One he felt nostalgic about but not one he recognized. It seems a god is favoring him yet he's unknowing of it

"You're intriguing to put it as politely as I can. It would be my honor to join you for the Sacrifice of The Deer and the Appreciation of its life and death" He's not drowning but he's not smiling either. Viktor is simply existing.

"Would my company be appreciated during your calm time?" He asked in retort, it seems he's not against it but clearly wants express permission.

"understood. Is there anything I can do to help?"

How about a trade? You teach me your language and I'll write about my plants and animals for you? "

"A lot of the Plant and Animal culture here is altered by my magic" Viktor is unknowingly a lot like. Human turned fae with his magic and with how the Hexcore reacts with nature around him. "Though I could make a comprehensive book about them if you'd like?"

"to avoid discrimination it's best to genuinely learn about a person. In this case it's the culture you're a part of that sets you out from the rest and as such I'm learning so I don't upset you with saying something wrong or cruel"

"perhaps. Perhaps. Either way I'll be there for you"

"I'll be there if for nothing else then to support you and your endeavors"

He notices changes in the moss around him, its like his magic is fusing to the dead moss. It's odd how his magic reacts almost unnaturally.

"In an unfair war, of course people suffer" He sighed. "Is Freyja happy to be a mother? Perhaps that's something that should be asked" He slowly sat in the moss which seemed to glow around him. Unfamiliar runes, runes that are not his encircle him. Viktor looks at it confused. "Well,

Viktor listened intently to each story, smiling at the more gruesome ones as if he could Invision odd gods playing bout but also doing some devilish things. He chuckled more. "An injured eye, Sounds. Lot like Silco in truth but Silco is but a thin, frail man." It seemed Viktor compared the

"Mentioned but not much else. Please Tell me about everything you know. It's a scientists job to inquire about his interests"

She's powerful but I'm bringing her towards peace slowly. Violence may be fun for a short time but what will there be when all humans are dead and gone? Peace. Peace is the end all be all. Silence and calm will overtake everything" He sighed. "But that doesn't mean your ideals are any less

"I already have my queen" He said bluntly with a sigh. "Ambessa Medarda, The lady chosen by the Wolf." He redirected his loyalty and affection towards Ambessa as he seems to do quite often. If she was to become a god he would be blessed infinitely no doubt.

"That sounds more like suffering in my eyes" He sighed. I want nothing more then to die in peace and have simple darkness take over my mind. I wish to be nothing but Bones to be rediscovered one day, No soul, no life. I want to simply disappear. I never wanted to fight but being born with

"what is Valhalla?" He asked like an ignorant child. He was oddly sweet, A clam man with no interest in violence unless it is to protect people. It seems of all else that he's peaceful.

"My Belovéd Ambessas Perfume smells like dandelions. It's the most comfortable scent in life to me. That patch of flowers I nearly died in but of all places, it's the quiet place I'd let myself die when my time comes."

"Yes, Sorry, I'm defensive of my safe spaces. There's only one place that's off limits to damn near everyone and that spot if my dandelion patch"

"Not quite yet. You may be a guest but that Section of my Garden is off limits. It's where I learn my spells. Not yet. I'll bring you a sapling but I cannot bring you to the mother tree. It would disturb the magic flow I've got set up"

Viktor gently touched the deer but didn't connect with it. He just very gently kissed omits face. "Brave girl" He muttered quietly, Brows knitting. Viktor saw death as a flaw that he intended to fix eventually.

"Death isn't smiled upon here. Let it live. I'll bless the land in runes that are healthy for this land. It may not react nicely to foreign magics. I worry about your safety-" He's gentle but he's still kept his distance. Viktor seems to not actively touch people perhaps for good reason.

Viktor chuckled and followed. "There's a cherry blossom tree in my personal garden, I'll Fast grow a cherry blossom tree at the edge of the commune for you"

"You're welcome to take shelter here, I'll get a home prepared for you, probably close to the edge of the commune so you can tend to your deer without them being afraid to enter the commune. Would that be satisfactory for now?"

He smiled softly. "Your god would hate what I've done to nature here. There were deer dying of a disease, a decay. I used my ability to make them Nightly animals who can feast upon what is considered trash and inedible to humans. They eat the glowing mushrooms of the mines. They're now not

Exhausted Scientist made mini-god. He's laying across a stone that's a messy Diamond shape, His rope flower across his form like some whimsical old Roman Statue. Pale face yet purple skin like that of un-clean amethyst. Viktors eyes are aimed upwards but his expression is dull. Bored even.

Viktors hood came down and he tucked a lock of his behind one ear before smiling at her. "You and the deer are welcomed here but be aware that I speak to a version of myself who is a mage and has told me what awaits the man I could have become if I fell victim to the Hexcores desire to spread. I

Viktor sighed bluntly. "Your gods are foreign to me and yet I love nothing less then speaking with you. I apologize for frustrating you. I'm sorry you repeat yourself but I know not of where you've come from nor why you're here. Curiosity perhaps? Do I play a role in the fate which the deer utter?"

Impatiently studying runes. "Surprising how gods reach out to some while leave others in the dark." He's mindlessly muttering things to himself while reading and compiling new spells and orders for the arcane.

"Okay, So if I've got this right you're a type of mage with a power patron? No magic if the patron decides you're unfit? Then I should elaborate. I use these runes like a code. Freyja is your patron where as the runes themselves along with the word science are mine. Although I do not worship science

"I don't know what Seidr means, Mages aren't well liked here. I don't know what A Seidr-Kona is, I don't know what a Freyja is and repeating those phrases won't make me learn any quicker. Elaborate as if speaking to a child who's never heard of any of those terms." He's humming softly as the

"No, It's a city, Not the country side, as humanity evolves new techniques to survive we change how we live. It's simple and rather expected of most forms of society really. I have spoken to something that claims to be a god, Two that balance each other out yet my power is not derived from them. I

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