Memory Share: Seregil í Korit

[of_bokthersa]

You've been with Nysander for several months now. Kicked from the court like a thief once your relationship with Korathan was discovered. Thrown out without Korathan speaking a single word for you. What you had wasn't love, you knew that well enough, but it still stung like a knife wound. It was only thanks to Nysander and his belief in your ability to become a wizard that you weren't on the street scrounging for survival.

Except you've been a complete miserable failure with that as well. All your spells turn out wrong or burst into a disaster. No matter how much guidance he's given you, you can't seem to return the faith he has in you. It's begun to eat a hole in you, pushing you deeper into the melancholy that you've been fighting since your exile. These are the things that cause the Aurenfaie to take their lives when they're exiled. This firm grasp of how much you don't belong, how you'll never belong in the world of the Tir.

This is a simple spell, one that you're sure you can do without messing it up. This time, this time you'll be able to do it right, and you'll be able to prove Nysander's faith in you justified.

Comments

audio; un: whiteroad

[whiteroadrunning]

Was this...?

Re: audio; un: whiteroad

[of_bokthersa]

[He sounds mortified.]

Yes. At least the Sphere had the grace to let me keep my dignity.

[whiteroadrunning]

For your sake, but it's nothing to be embarrassed of, tali.

[of_bokthersa]

You weren't there for it.

[whiteroadrunning]

I wasn't, but you can't help your reaction to magic.

[of_bokthersa]

It was youth's idiocy and desperation.

[whiteroadrunning]

It was a lonely child, trying his best to keep the only comfort he'd found.

text - un; angel

[unknownmoirai]

You wanted to learn magic?
I hadn't realized.

Re: text - un; angel

[of_bokthersa]

Once.

[It's more that he wanted to belong somewhere, anywhere. That isn't something he wants to discuss, however.]

It didn't last long, I've no stomach for it.

text - un; angel

[unknownmoirai]

[She will never push things he doesn't want to discuss.]

Stomach? Was it bad?

Re: text - un; angel

[of_bokthersa]

I have a peculiarity that often causes me to become ill when dealing with magic.

text - un; angel

[unknownmoirai]

I am sorry to hear that.
I do magic a lot. It is how I created this form.

Re: text - un; angel

[of_bokthersa]

You created your body from magical means?

text - un; angel

[unknownmoirai]

Yes. It is used to contain what I am. Which is magical. I don't know if that makes sense.

sorry for late

[adeptable]

Should I ask, or...?

Re: sorry for late

[of_bokthersa]

I'd prefer you didn't.

Re: sorry for late

[adeptable]

As you wish. Does this... sharing happen often?

[of_bokthersa]

Every few months, and we have no way of knowing what it will share.

[adeptable]

How very cruel this place must be if we cannot even keep our own secrets.

[of_bokthersa]

I've been in both worse and better places.

[adeptable]

Both seem like there are stories behind them.

audio; un: thefunone

[itsnothingpersonal]

[Loki understands that feeling of isolation, it's true. He'd never fit in with the towering strength of Asgardian might on the battlefield, either. His mother had given him the ability to make his own way, and so he had, damn the rest of them.

Sympathy wasn't in his nature, though, he simply recognized the emotion.]

Did it work?

[of_bokthersa]

No.

I never became a wizard.

[He hopes those words convey just how much of a failure it was - he was. He'd never been able to fulfill the faith Nysander had in him. Instead, he'd been the one to take Nysander's life. An act that still haunted him today.]

[itsnothingpersonal]

Ah, I see.

[He's super serious, okay.]

Well, not everyone has a talent for spellcraft.

[of_bokthersa]

No, I had other talents.

[Which can sound as suggestive or not suggestive as Loki wants. They're both true.]