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Twenty-one colors, each inspired by a Sage's Wizard and with a singular fragrance. Akira had specifically suggested that I get a gift for the brothers from the South. "I'm sure Rutile would like them": I suppose she was referring to Chiretta's firstborn's habit of "immortalizing emotions and impressions on a sheet of paper". As the Sage wanted, I waited after midnight to give her the package, the time when that man dressed in red who calls himself Santa Claus enters the homes of Akira's world with regular cadence.

"𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓂"

My space door overlooks Rutile's room.

With @rutile-love

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in response to @flovverworks

I shake my head to dispose of the excess water, that weighed down my bangs on my wet eyelids. The refreshment devours my body, while the sun, annoyed, stretches out its arms in a desperate attempt not to lose its supremacy. I give it my damp skin, pushing back my bangs with a languid movement of my right hand. And while it penetrates my detached gaze, I feel the water descending on my cheekbones, on my mouth, on my neck, until it rejoins that brilliant and sinuous abyss that delicately swallows almost my entire person. Fascinating the combination between the heat and the coolness that argue on my body, wonderful the well-being of my slumbered senses. The noises of the manor seem far away, only a few echoes to scratch this clear and taciturn sky, or the faint sound of the waves that happily slide on my skin. A perfect oasis of peace and tranquility: no bother, no problem. At least until Akira’s trembling voice disturbs my eardrums, arriving as a timid and suffocated vibration that cuts water’s surface with the appearance of a feeble wingbeat. Teeth chattering at a rapid pace, the frantic pursuit of any thread of air that the flooded lungs can capture: it’s the scenery that invades my visual radius as soon as I open my eyes, the water falling copiously from my eyelashes. This reminds me of something…

“𝐻𝓊𝒽?”

Damn… I brought Mr. Sage here to ease his pains; if I wanted to let him die, I would have allowed the sun to drain his residual energies there in manor’s courtyard. I lift myself from the water, Akira’s arms around my neck, tears falling from my adherent clothes. An ice path extends over the sea surface, following a random movement of my hand. We stay in mid-air for a few fractions of a second, the time that the Sage can only mention a verse of amazement and admiration. I land softly on the way traced by my magic, the shimmering residues of which mingle with the brilliant silver of ice clothed in light.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Happy New Year ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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Works in progress.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Merry Christmas ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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"Mithra, there you are!" the smile on his face grows wider, steps now moving towards the wizard he had been looking for. Cradled in Akira's arms is something red and fluffy, and soon a frowning plushie-cat is properly held out for Mithra to view. "I saw this guy in a shop and thought it reminded me of you. Isn't it adorable??"

Instinctively, I lower my gaze to that concentrate of phony fur. Thick and red, with the vivid green eyes staring listlessly at me... Is it supposed to resemble me in some way?

"𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁".

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I subdued luck.

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"𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓂".

My fingers draw fluidly on the impalpable path of the golden clouds. Like a sheet of paper hollowed out by a cutter, that void saturated with light overlooks another natural painting, as if by a bizarre optical effect produced by a skilled master of the art. I take Mr. Sage from behind his back, to carry him without hesitation to the other side of the invisible door. It seems like the sun is challenging my teleportation magic, because even from the sky of Borda, the fiery supervisor continues its impassive vigil. I feel its merciless rays on my skin, satisfied however by a soft summer breeze. I'm about to cross the threshold, when the emerald green of my eyes meets the marine one of the ocean; below us, the deep blue that that immense expanse of water captures from the sky.

"𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈".

Before falling into the sea, unbalanced by a movement of his body, I put my free hand on Akira's nose and mouth, to prevent the water from slipping into his airways.

"𝐼𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉. 𝐿𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝐵𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒶 𝐼𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉?"

"Because isn't this kind of weather perfect for a day on the beach? Ah, you'll have to be careful about the sun, but today really feels like that kind of ideal summer vacation..." said with a small smile, fondness and nostalgia making a home in their gaze. They're sitting in the shadow of the manor, their usual jacket discarded and the sleeves of their shirt rolled up, and although not a stranger to warm temperatures, the gazing sun was rather overbearing today.

"What about you, Mithra? If you need anything then—" wait, hold on. 'Let's go', he said, the implication of it finally catching up to them. Right, if it was Mithra then things like that was an easy feat... "You want to go there?" the ocean (and every other place in this world) only a magic spell away, no matter how many times Akira saw it it never ceased to be amazing, the excitement of crashing waves and cooling winds quickly spreading to their face.

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I plan to sleep all day.

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No reason in particular. I just feel like killing someone.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Good weekend ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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For some reason, his genuine enthusiasm vaguely reminds me of Rutile, the too-kind firstborn of the wild Chiretta. That futile tendency to care for others, be they wizards, humans or beasts, without any promise or any obligatory strings attached. I don't think I'll ever understand it.

Akira's culinary reference awakens my stomach's pains, so, after listening in silence to his merciful speech, I look away and, out of nowhere, state my consideration.

"𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓈".

"𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹".

I casually run a hand through my hair. Mine isn't irritation, nor indifference. It's not even curiosity. Only I don't find myself in the Sage's enthusiasm and I can't explain it. I express my point of view by simple natural reaction.

"𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊…? 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹, 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓁𝑒?"

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Do you want to be my prey?

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Il piacere intenso del potere. Il contatto avido della lingua con la sua superficie spigolosa. Un concentrato di forza e bellezza custodito nella mia bocca. È una fusione completa.

Adesso è parte di me. Quella strega orgogliosa e potente indossava il profumo selvaggio e vigoroso delle terre del Nord. Un pasto allettante, un boccone fugace ed eterno.

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Sigh… The only oppressive thing is the tiredness that exhausts my nerves and weighs down my eyelids. I throw myself on the bed, giving my back to the ceiling. I stick a hand in my hair, to play with the strands in an instinctive and carefree attempt to pass off a few fractions of time. A delicate floral scent tickles my nostrils, and it tries to massage my temples with its invisible, soft fingers. It actually reminds me of one of Rutile's concoctions, one of those he had prepared with expertise and with the hope that it would help me fall asleep. In one fluid motion, I turn onto my side, as I bend one elbow to rest my head on my knuckles. With the index finger of my free hand, I silently invite Mr. Sage to come closer.

"𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓊𝓅, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹."

A genuine curiosity cuddles my vibrant mood. I suppose, I feel a bit like a child corrupted by the enticements of a toy — although this isn't so exciting and promising. Because I have already tried a similar remedy with Rutile: that boy learned from his mother the art of mixing plants and various herbs to obtain substances and aromas. However, his methods had less than flawless results. Only this human devoid of any magical strength so far has partially managed to tame my insomnia and give me a somewhat decent sleep. I don't know how he does it, and honestly I don't even care; what matters is that, when Mr. Sage is with me, my eyes can allow themselves the darkness for some time, and my whole body abandon itself to a pleasant and wanted rest. While my pupils move with Akira's steps, my lips remain closed, in an icy and silent harmony. I blink; my irises wander elsewhere, and from my mouth some words follow a warm sigh:

"��𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒶𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓅 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

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"𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹".

I casually run a hand through my hair. Mine isn't irritation, nor indifference. It's not even curiosity. Only I don't find myself in the Sage's enthusiasm and I can't explain it. I have no particular interest in delving deeper, but I express my point of view by simple natural reaction.

"𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊…? 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹, 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓁𝑒?"

His question displaces me a little. Not that there's anything surprising or anything, I just don't know what to answer on the moment. I give myself a few seconds to think about it, with my arms crossed and my gaze down on the floor. The silence consumes only a few instants before I express myself, bringing a hand to my shoulder at the same moment in which my eyes meet Akira's.

"𝐼 𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝐼 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉."

No broom or space door; I leave the manor on my long legs, with the energy of a beast under anesthetic. I feel the warmth devour my bones, in absolute harmony with my numb mind. Because upon its exit from the scene, the sun, enclosing life in a final tempting embrace, has the mysterious ability to pacify even the most bellicose soul.