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PostPosted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:27 pm    Post subject: Sailing the Sea of Vitr Reply with quote

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It's easy to attack and destroy an act of creation. It's a lot more difficult to perform one.
- Chuck Palahniuk


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Sailing the Sea of Vitr




The Sea of Vitr.

Temporal Distortion lay before them.

Atticus was nervous, but his path had long been set; that might seem questionable given the strength of their relationship still being so new. She'd given him so much, made him feel so welcome in the place she called home - and after he'd arrived on her doorstep as all but a harbinger of darkness. Who could really say, after all, who preceded Dy'Hauc's arrival, and how succeeded it. He banished the thoughts from his mind as he guided her, arm in arm, his fingers laced tightly into hers.

The nature of their preparation for this likely seemed odd to her; barefoot and dressed lightly - as if the cold which gusted its last breaths of winter outside the Coven's walls were of no importance. That, after having fallen - in more than one way - together in the snow that the attire he had requested would some how be fitting of this new venture. He'd requested that she remain in darkness until their destination was reached, in part because... he wanted to gift her with a welcome surprise, and in part because the journey itself, though brief, could be considered harrowing on the mind of a magic user who was not familiar with the ways of his travel.

From the cool stone of the Coven, with its dry heat keeping winter at bay, the change was significant. Utter pleasurable warmth beneath their feet, soft to the point that the granules were almost powdered, and able to be heard not far from where they stood waves lapped upon some shore. "You can open your eyes now, Lady Miranda."

He hadn't been looking at her face until after he'd expelled the words and so had no way to determine if there was even need for them, or if she had been aware that Arcfire had woven its gate to bring them to the far shore of creation itself. From some mysterious vantage above them, one or more suns shone - all warm hued rays - down upon the almost impossibly white beach. Everything within site seemed almost overflowing with radiance - as if it held too much of it's own essence.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:33 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"It's hard to imagine," he began softly, "That this is... kind of where the Coven itself sits," his brows furrowing, "Maybe this is something I cannot even explain to you, but we haven't really traveled a ... distance... to get here." His words were soft, murmured, because he was watching her face closely now, even as he breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of the warm salt sea. His toes curled into the soft sands, and he was glad he'd taken the time to rolls the cuffs on trousers and blue button down alike.

The cold stone floor had seeped into her heels and toes. Miranda had been thrilled to be invited to join Atticus, but this dressing lightly during winter? Not so much. She shivered as the blindfold wrapped over her eyes and through her hair, she wasn't sure what its purpose other than surprise was, but Atticus had assured her it was necessary. She pouted just a touch at being kept in the dark; she wondered what was going on around them that caused the floor to melt to the most delightful warmth. Her feet sank into the grains of sand that tickled slightly between her toes.

As the scrap of fabric fell away, so too went her breath.

Not a single direction was denied her gaze and if it were not for muscles and spine her head would have spun in all directions. Tenderly the sea breeze raked over her chilled skin tossing the curls of her hair back playfully. The outfit she had chosen befitted their new surroundings. The heavy high low pleated skirt danced just below her knees and back of her ankles in the breeze blending in with the taupe sand; her blouse a linen button down, left open to showcase the earthy green camisole with matching taupe lace. Each scent was more thrilling than the last as the glowing nature of the world took some adjusting to.

Magic was a wondrous thing and she had seen many things, but this...


Childhood stories about magical worlds filled with wild thoughts so strange and strong they took on a life of their own. Surely this had to be one of them, a place where the Fae threw gallant parties, of the most decadent natures. Miranda could almost hear the music.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:38 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Each soft trill rolling along with the waves; the drums keeping a steady beat as each wave lapped at the shoreline. Hand held tight to his, she held her breath, afraid that the tiniest of movements would shatter this lovely dream and she would find a ceiling above her and an empty hand. As she licked lips, her words came breathy and delicate as the salt water, warmed sand to on a new life that nearly smelled like sugar laced with some tart aroma drifting in between. "This is inside the coven?"

A smile had been slowly forming on his lips as he watched her, which truth be told was always the case when he looked at her. At this specific moment, however, it was due to her reaction, "In a manner of speaking, yes," he still held her hand tightly and began to walk, guiding them down along the beach - a seemingly endless beach, that stretched on out of sight; a vast, white peninsula that was constantly being stroked by an equally vast and endless sea of not light blue - but blue and pale none the less. Its properties in many ways the same as a regular ocean, but with some differences unique to this realm.

"It's... hard to explain, or understand perhaps... but," he frowned, only for a moment, considering, "Imagine... reality as a building with many, many floors. The Coven... is on... a low to middling floor - not the bottom, but not nearly the top either. This realm... is much closer to the top. Somewhere - neither up nor down, but beside us now - are the realms that what some call Angels and the like inhabit. Even closer to us now, are the lands of those you would likely term 'Fey'. This place," his free hand gestured out in front, and to the side of them as he gently encouraged he to walk beside him., "Is... a bastion of creation; the forces of chaos - as seen through something perhaps best described as... the 'imagination' of the universe or multiverse - gathered here. It is a place of energy, and light... and creation."
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:41 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

He nodded towards the waters - or what appeared to be waters, at least. "That isn't to say it isn't without its dangers, but they're mostly things that can be navigated by what is merely proper respect; but... this place... it -is- the opposite of what would be considered the 'bottom floors' in the example I gave you. Those would be... a dark version, of this. After," he appeared more pensive a moment, and she might feel his fingers twitch as he held onto her hand, swinging slightly as they both tried to continue in their own ways, "I keep remembering, the first moments I met you... there was so much... dark. I wanted to show you, and I realize that it is... very literal, perhaps... but I wanted to show you... not just darkness clings to me, but light as well." Heavy handed, perhaps. Since it was her own presence that was in the process of banishing the darkness that had attempted to take up residence in his own soul.

It took a bit of imagining to add the right context to what Atticus was saying. In her mind she could see a tower and how its construction could be used. With tender grace she lightly prodded at the world and it in turn, feeling rather like the tiniest of fish pecking back in turn to say hello. "All things come with some cost, Sir Atticus." She followed along at his side drinking the world in for all it would offer. Everything here took on an inner warmth that became all the brighter with their presence. Miranda couldn't stop smiling no matter how hard she tried to focus in studying it. Basking won out over the curious nature of how.

Once in a while it was better not to ask questions.

When the pressure on her fingers increased, Miranda spun back to face Atticus; instinct took over, and Miranda's hand cradled the side of his face and jaw line. “Everyone has some darkness to them. We wouldn’t be human or understand the difference between things without knowing darkness." Memories flashed in her eyes of things she would not speak of from her past to him. Not yet. "I am grateful you showed me this place, but how could I miss that light in you? It is what makes you so beautiful. This mix of light and dark that has helped make you the man I know. The man I am enjoying standing on this beach with me."
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The warmth of the place - the plane - was broken in its monotony by a breeze that while humid, was also cooling, as if carrying spray from the surf. Just the same, his skin visibly prickled in goose bumps as her hand touched his face. Truth be told, such sudden displays of affection from nowhere from her - even the slightest touch, such as her thumb stroking the side of his as they walked hand in hand - created the same brilliant awe in his own mind's eye as she saw in this place.

If not more.

"Any place that I am, that I can go - especially that is safe - is for you." He'd turned on her as well now, even as she had faced him, and his own hand mimicked hers, except placed on her neck, fingers teasing into her hair even as his palm slid forward so that he was now cupping her cheek. "Please know that... I don't wish to break the 'mood' by bringing up such things, I would sooner... just ignore the bad things, and make you smile, but I can't; whatever darkness was in your past, please... forgive me, but... my version of that is in my present. And some in my future, I fear as well." He spoke softly as he leaned forward to let his forehead fall softly against hers. It was bold, for him. But, after he had walked her home - kissed her, finally - perhaps... it was just... normal, now. Touching her, like this. Of course, coming into the Inn in time to hear himself referred to somewhat as a bed warmer hadn't hurt, exactly.

He wasn't totally stupid, though he knew the statement had been... somewhat erroneous.

"I just wanted to show you... to ever show you... that," he smiled; full on even as his eyes closed, "I think you said it best. Where there is one, there must be the other. Darkness and light. I will do anything... anything, to protect you, and Angel. And I'll try to keep the darkness away from you, but when you see it... filling in the shadows, blotting out the moon, and causing an eclipse... remember... there's still light." She had totally distracted him and he wasn't sure if he was making sense any longer; he'd had more of a purpose in bringing her here - specifically to this place. Now, it was a matter of memory.
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:55 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

She felt like melting at his touch, and Miranda found herself closing her eyes in trust to him. This was new for the both of them. On many levels there was this need to be lost in the words, to simply react, but...Atticus' forehead resting on hers settled the swirling thoughts and echoed through the haze, we have time. "Protect us?" Miranda's head didn't dare move wondering what exactly he meant. Fingers tightened in his not out of fear for her, but worry for him. What could be so dark that lingered in the soul of him? What in his future that would cause him to worry? In an attempt at humor and to return a smile to his face she wiggled her feet in the sand, burying enough that they were lost to the sand. "I will always remember that and besides." Casting her gaze down to her feet, "I am not going anywhere without you." Maybe it was a terrible joke, but she hoped the point was made clear.

Terrible to say she was so much better at making her point with her swords or fists, physically at least.

He was quiet a moment as he let her last words replay over in his mind. A smile slowly formed on his lips as he glanced down, watching her feet wriggling near his own. Unlike a normal beach, the sand wouldn't become cooler as you dug in... it was consistently warm and almost silken. He briefly debated changing his tack, "... this place is beautiful, isn't it?" His speech dropped to what he would have termed the low speech, his tone becoming casual, and given the terms of their conversation, rather intimate. "I had... there are a number of reasons, really, that I wanted to show you this place, and it's," he was interrupted, though not directly.

Far off the beach, into what passed for ocean; something erupted out of the water; two things, sleek and winged, sailing directly upwards and vanishing into the overwhelmingly bright sky. He had turned from her only slightly to watch the sight, and smiled as he returned his gaze to her, "Some say that the Sea of the Vitr is ... the essence of Creation itself, though what that means is open to interpretation; that it spans all the in between areas of the light and goodness, that its ... the opposite of the Abyss."
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:16 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

His tone softened slightly, and became less a lecture of forgotten uncared for lore, "Some speculate... me, that is. That even this beach wouldn't be here, that it would all be endless ocean, were it not for our presence. Endless potential creation." He frowned a touch, "The man... the other man, who... had you pursued, that night we met... that feels so long ago now. He serves... that which is the opposite of... this." The notion he was saying too much too quickly for her to assimilate flashed briefly in his minds eye, and he shut up, with a look of regret upon his face.

As she watched as the water burst to life into the sky and soar off her eyes widened in wonder. Part of her swore she had never seen colors like this. Maybe it was the pure essence of creation after all. Miranda looked deep into his eyes wondering if she was hearing him correctly. Mint green slowly turned to silver as she pulled her feet out of the sand and gingerly moved to sit in the sand at the waters edge.

"You sound like an old story my father use to tell me. There were once two brothers, both handsome and zealous about their beliefs. One thought everything should be created anew. Constant change, the other was destruction. New for the sake of being new is waste. What is will be and continue so. Their very natures drove them to battle until the earth was nothing recognizable. The island they shared had become many; all different shapes, weather, animals, and even people. Bits and pieces seemed familiar, but they had lost the world they knew. And so with a heavy heart they took to the sky; their battles creating, destroying, but each battle marked by its sign. They never stayed in the same place in the sky so that all might hear the news and tell the tales." Each of her fingertips splayed and contracted drawing spirals in the sand and it was only while standing could the constellations be seen clear. "But the trick to every tale, Atticus..." She smiled at him with the world and him dead center of those silver eyes. "Is that every tale has a grain of truth to it."
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:20 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Atticus remained standing for a moment, hesitant to take a seat as she began to trace with her fingertips. He smiled again, without realizing; as he stared at her work, and listened to her speak. The constellations, a scene that was mimicking their own past; opening his compartmentalized memories of her, and as her drawings became more obvious, clearer, he took a spot beside her.

"That story... actually has a lot of parallels,"
he leaned back, and braced his arms behind him as he continued to watch where she drew. "The difference, I guess is... I think this one might be better if it were without the grain of truth. This man, this other man, I spoke of... he's not a man. He's... a thing. An essence. A…” he almost seemed to stammer, “Malignant presence. But he can ride in the forms of others," he looked truly troubled. "Though, I'm almost certain now that he has to be... invited, after a sense." He turned his troubled eyes back to her, raising them from her designs in the sand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take this route, as it were. To talk about this. I just felt I had to, I guess. I don't want to... I've enjoyed growing closer to you. And I don't want to embed myself any further, without you knowing ... that my past... It isn't done with me. And it's not something I can hide from, anywhere. It's something I have to face."

"No one's past is ever really done. Plays too much a part of what we are now." She waved a hand at him before setting it on his forearm. "Don't be sorry. It's needed to be said in many ways. That essence wanted Angel and how far it will go, what it will do, I don't know any of that. All I do know is that I want to protect my daughter and that I don't want it to cost me either one of you." She gave his arm a squeeze as she dared to dip her toes in the water. "Good or bad, open up to me. Tell me what is on your mind. I would very much like to hear if you are so inclined. Too much of life is spent on what is proper, should come next and worst of all paperwork." Laughing brightly as she flicked water at them both from the endless ocean. "Sometimes things are best a jumbled mess. We might not know how it works, but that is not the point."
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:25 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

He hadn't immediately noticed her toes touching the water; if he had, he would have stopped her at that moment. No, his attention was only drawn to the fact as she reached down and sent a spray of the 'water' up across him. His heart immediately hammered in his chest as his breath came in a gasp - and he prepared for the worst, "WAIT, DON'T-" he felt the drops patter his face, across his closed eyelids even. After a brief moment - a second, three perhaps - his eyes opened, and his face ashen, he reached down under Miranda's knees and scooped her up - as much as he could kneeling, and in one sudden flurry of activity lunged them a foot further from the 'water'. "That... is not water," his face still ashen, eyes unblinking as he stared into her mint green orbs, "... again, distractions."

It was subtle, but despite the heat, he was shivering. He braced her close to his chest and adjusted his hold, one hand slid down the length of her skirt cupping her ankles to bring her feet into view. All ten toes accounted for. "If... without... the proper enchantments, anything submerged in the Vitr is... consumed. After a fashion. It's not something evil, its just what happens; like when you heat metal... what it was before the heat was applied and what comes after is different - even when its in the smallest of bonds that give the metal its strength, and not something that can be easily seen."

His breathing returned to normal. "It's... it behaves... like water, but there's so much more that can be done with it. And that it can do... in this case, unfortunately..." His cheeks colored as he calmed, "I didn't mean to over react; but it behaves to degree according to... will. That you thought it was what it was made it behave... more like water than it normally would." As water is the universal solvent, so is the Vitr a universal solvent of ... reality, in a way. He was rushing through his words, he couldn't help himself.

When he felt the heat rising to his face, he felt the need to plod on - even if it gained him no ground, "I had actually given thought to asking you to swim, which can be done safely... but..." he looked away, out the sea again.
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:29 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Further out, more eruptions, as leviathans seemed to leap from the far reaches of the sea into the sky, and vanish. Miranda sat rigidly upright in the sand, reaching for him, unsure of what had just happened. Her feet had been pulled from the water and nestled near the edge; worry consumed every inch of her features hands poised to do whatever was needed as the color drained from his skin. She had begun to say his name, but was silenced as she was scooped up into his arms, her own arms wrapped around his neck to keep things in focus and from tumbling into the sand. Pulled tightly to his chest, his heart hammering a pace to match her own, she spoke his name tentatively, "Atticus..."

She tried to get him to speak as her backside dangled in the air between his arms; her silver eyes returned to green as she looked out a crossed the ocean wondering if they were under attack until he spoke. Dissolve?! Miranda took careful note of his face where the so called water had landed. There appeared to be no damage. Gently, her fingers reached up to brush the clinging droplets from his lashes cheeks. "A swim would have been delightful, but I know why I would hesitate now, but why are you saying but besides the fact that...."

Miranda didn't have the heart to spoil this moment, not that he would drop her, but more out of the fact that she wasn't quite sure she wanted to be out of his arms. It had been too long since she had let her world melt away, leaving her to simply be; to remember how to live, in a sense. Tales from another time drifted in to her mind. One her father had seen fit to tell her when she was much older. When a mind could savor the small gestures that make for a whirlwind of a life, making it feel all the richer. Sure that Atticus was alright, Miranda rested her head on his shoulder, still drinking in the world. "I'm sorry I frightened you, but I'm glad it happened all the same."

"Frightened for you, actually... more than, anything, but," as he calmed with her, he felt more acutely aware of how he was holding her, and his cheeks kept their dusky hue. He wasn't as innocent as some probably thought, in terms of being with another.
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He was a soldier after a fashion as well, and it was impossible to not have camp followers or the like thrust upon you by your fellow soldiers seeking only for you to enjoy yourself, despite a life of bloodshed. He had known women before; not many and certainly none who - even after learning their intentions with him, good times intended or not - were usually thereafter seen in his presence. They had sought to know him physically, but only in the carnal sense – and likely only because someone had paid them to help him ‘loosen up’. There was no comforting embrace after the fact, nothing of affection; simply the satiation of a physical urge.

And holding her, as he was now, was the only time he had felt that particular comfort. "Some time ago, when you happened into my room... I was experimenting with runes, and was unclothed to the waist; some of the runes that adorned my chest were... protective enchantments made specifically against this... energy, substance; whatever you wish to call it. They must be," suddenly aware of just how soft, yet firm, supple, she felt against him, in all the right places, "...applied to most of the body, though after applied they can seldom be seen... invisible tattoos, if you will."

Again, he cleared his throat and the thought that had been running through his mind since she tumbled into his arms at the inn spilled out. "When I came into the Inn, not long ago, you were talking about... something you called a bed warmer, or perhaps it was the one you were keeping company, the one with the hat... I was... distracted." He allowed himself a smile as he shook his head at his choices of words, "I'm not so innocent, you know, to not know what that means," his eyes met hers again, and mixed in with what some people thought was shyness, was something else; the conscious leashing of his desire, reflected in his blue eyes as he looked at her. "That you would joke about me warming your bed, and I did at least hear you laugh - mark me there," he made a point of noticing though from his expression... something not entirely good humor and... Something else... "Does not necessarily mean you wish me to see you... disrobed."
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Ok, that did it. The final crimson cardinal hue that crept to his cheeks was all due to those last thoughts. One emotion battled with the next and his arms flexed protectively on her. It was not proper for their young and developing relationship to turn to such thoughts. She.. a lady of court and noble birth and here he stood thinking of the act of her disrobing, even if it was to simply swim in the water. That thought struggled with another nagging at him, that perhaps, despite their closeness, she would prefer another to see her in such a light, but she had not said or hinted at this. Atticus watched her lips parting and that act seemed to slow in time causing the battle to rage on.

The slight pressure of muscles being flexed, tightened; her body being pulled against his, did nothing to change the fluidness of body and mind for her. Miranda moved her head to better see all of his face, the blush on her cheeks and rising color on her chest could not be helped, but an answer was more than needed for his line of thinking. She licked her parted lips the words came freely. "If I had wanted a bed warmer I would have them, but that is a simple instant pleasure. Do not have doubts about your skills as one if I had a mind to ask you for such a thing, however I firmly believe that is something neither one of us wants. There is a greater pleasure that burns hotter than any forge and deeper than the racing blood in our veins, and it only comes about by sharing the soul; deeply honestly and true without asking anything in turn. Maybe it is too much to ask from another person, but..." Mint green eyes reflected deep within their depths, him and this amazing world. "I can't help but feel you want the same thing too. Otherwise you would never have brought me here. I don't want you as a bed warmer, ever. I want you wherever this might led us." Her neck strained to reach the tip of his nose to shyly nuzzle it, her cheek brushing his and lips burning for just one more kiss like the first he had given her.
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Atticus leaned down just as she sought his face, and in doing so felt their lips brush, but only that, as he willed himself from succumbing from his desire to kiss her; indeed as his concentration on what was going on around them faded into desire for her, the outskirts of the stretch of beach they were on began to grow darker, and far in the distance the sound of thunder rumbled. He inhaled deeply as he pulled his face away from hers; the regard he held for her was written in his eyes, even if his desire was muted - at least at the moment. He cleared his throat, and forced himself to focus. "Best be careful," he began somewhat hoarse, and quickly clearing, "How much you distract me here."

Without realizing it, his gaze was - albeit subtly - admired her from head to foot, and back again with a slight, impish smile, that was both humorous and endearing in it's place on his lips. Again, he cleared his throat, his grin turning sheepish, and muting itself as well. "What you see here is only called into existence through the mind of the caster who opens the way; parts of the casters mind, ideas, bound into the ritual of opening performed when you first establish your link with the realm..." he trailed off, and frowned slightly after a moment. "Most of my mind is carefully compartmentalized. I'm tempted to claim all of it is so; whenever I reach for... a file in it... to share with you, I can't help but feel I let it fall to the floor, pages scattering everywhere, in my attempts to share it with you."

His eyes grayed slightly, looking remotely metallic, even as the surrounding scenery became more real. It only lasted a moment. "Oh, yes." His eyes snapped back to their urgent blue, "I was making us blush." His tone was so matter of fact, "I merely meant that... I -do- know what a bed warmer is," his eyes locked onto hers, and he continued on, matter of fact, "I only meant to imply that I'm sometimes at a loss for social cues, but I'm not," he paused - and as if thinking about what exactly he was using the word as a metaphor for was enough, he blushed, "Innocent."
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:47 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Slowly she pulled her legs from his arms to dig her toes in the sand once more. The stark difference the world took on when he was tempted to kiss her as badly as she wanted him to was rather startling. It was only his smile, the look in his eyes that kept her from reflexively reaching for the metal rose in her hair. This was his world, under his control and here...."I will try my best not to be to distracting." Part of her felt bad for being the source of his distractions that caused him to drop the work or thought, but each experienced things in there own way. "I would apologize, but I won't for you do something similar to me as we have grown closer. I find my hand shake a bit and I lose my train of thought when I hear your name, but somehow I think that is all part of this. Part of us becoming closer."

She offered her hand, palm up and fingers splayed just for him, Miranda smiled watching the world return to what it was when he had first brought her. "As far as lack of innocence, you are in good company." The struggle in wanting to hold him close to her again and kiss him were set aside while they were here, but by no means such an easy thing to do. "Since you control what happens here, what else can you do?" From dark to light and back again, this whole world in her mind seemed to sit on a teeter totter with Atticus at the fulcrum. Only by his will, or lack thereof, did it sway.

Atticus began to babble.

"Not my control, at least, not mine entirely. Just me in this little 'pocket' area." His tone was suddenly genuinely humble, eyes widening in sincere gravitas of the notion, "The 'stuff' that this realm is made of... is entirely mutable. Which is to say, it can take on almost any form. When I said this was 'in' the Coven for instance... I meant it occupies... a parallel space. It's beside the Coven, perhaps more accurately. And the beach, is entirely an artifact of my mind, as is the ocean - though that for good reason. Normally, all these parameters are set when the initial ritual of opening is cast, and can only be made to sway so much away from those settings, for the safety of the spell casters using the charm, obviously. Furthermore," his tone finally broke in intensity from his hasty expulsion, and dropped not quite to a whisper which voiced a statement as his brow furrowed, "Normally, of course the parameters are also set so that the 'water' you see is much closer to its actual 'true' state, which is to say... it should have burned you."
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PostPosted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 1:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

His face had adopted a mask of confusion for the moment, and then slow dawning realization as he considered, "That probably seems, romantic, or something, that my subconscious would allow for your will to narrate the nature of bindings that the magic forces on the chaos of this realm; I suppose, it is... but you have no idea how dangerous. Imagine, if under subterfuge, the wrong person drew... 'close' to a caster, who showed them this place? From these waters comes the energy, manifested into the world, and drawn back to itself through entropy, of the multiverse. It will be the last place to Fall, if Fall it does..."

He squeezed his eyes together, taking a deep breath, and starting again - this time grabbing her hand firmly before opening his eyes, and looking into hers. "I don't control anything. I just... know what things can do, and know how to -ask- them to do it. Here, I - we - could do almost anything. But it would be temporary, because as soon as we left... the natural chaotic nature of the place would wash it away, unless it was bound with powerful wards to bind it into reality." He added with some emphasis, "That's what most have issue with, the inability to make permanent fixtures - it's not easy to discover the code for how to keep them from dissolving in the Vitr," he grinned suddenly, "one thing I am fortunate of is not having the sense to not be blunt to people - or things - no matter how grand, in asking about themselves, and what they know."

His voice trailed off, slightly, and he smiled - more than a touch of warmth breaking through it now, nervousness somehow, somewhere forgotten, as the compartment within his mind that bore her name as a label was opened, "It's not that you're the distraction, necessarily... it's that, your presence feels so... natural? That's what distracts me," his hand had taken hers, his fingers hadn't entwined but instead palm slide slowly against palm, "... mostly."

Pondering the weight of his words, it was rather disheartening to think that one could be dissolved in the rich splendor that made the ocean or sea of Vitr and even more so that this could fall. That he could fall. Out of the depths of her thoughts her father's voice drifted forward. "Everything must fall. Whether that is to the next generation or by other means and all you can do is enjoy it while it is within your grasp, my little coal." It was a grand honor to be trusted by Atticus to be some place so intimate and precious to more than just him. Remembering the sea made her chuckle a bit and her hand eagerly took his. "We do seem to work rather well with each other or at least that was the case in my forge. Would it help you any if at all if we tried to work together here?"
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Of course there were risks, but that came with most anything one chose to try their hand at. Lightly she nudged the world so to speak as she had done upon entering, and metal rose to the surface of her skin; it was the best she could think to do for protection, and one she could pass quickly to share if needed. Then again metal could be eaten and that was the example he gave her, but...it was the best of her abilities. Liquid metal rolled over the curves of her flesh basking in the light of the sun waiting for his answer. What could be the harm in trying if it helped? Atticus could not have said it better, ‘Being together no matter the circumstances’ felt natural. The endearing and longing smile on her face revealed a deeper, more concealed side of her that only those she held close were privileged to see.

Miranda’s offer brought about his immediate regard, and his hesitation was obvious, "In order to work the materials here, you need tools that are of this realm..." his train of thought was side tracked a moment as he watched the liquid metal creep over her flesh, causing a schism within himself that was mixed sadness and elation - and it was obvious from the look in his eyes as he watched what she was doing. Cautiously, he placed a hand upon her arm - fingertips only, tracing the area before and after it was covered with its protective coating. The logical part of his mind - and Arcfire too - told him that the metal should be an improvement. But the newly awakened part of him saw it as... somehow, less perfect. "To make something here," he continued, "is a serious endeavor... it's not a place to modify... trinkets."

Atticus frowned. He wasn't trying to imply that's what she sought to do, he was merely... stuck, trying to explain the nature of chaos. "Whatever is crafted here is imbued with an essence that..." the hand which had lingered on her grasped a portion of the fabric of her clothes between thumb and forefinger - innocently for now - as his voice trailed off, and he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.

His voice rose again, apparently unrelated to what he'd been about to say, "What are the three most important things for one of your profession to work? Which tools?" Adding more quietly, "Close your eyes, and see them. Tell me."
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