#Shamelessly self servient viravos
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self-spaghettification · 11 months ago
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now hear me out:
breaking the pearl = birth-of-venus aaravos <3
a few days ago:
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here is the snippet :D
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Standing at the edge of the ocean as the rest of the decoded words instructed, watching the waves breathe into the sand. Heart racing as he almost couldn’t believe it was finally here, Viren smashed the pearl to the ground with great force.
The sea immediately swept it up, reclaiming the broken shards before Viren could lift a finger.
Heart sinking, for a moment he believed he had failed, and that was it.
He sank to his knees with a groan, looking downcast at the sand, not even caring that the waves were washing in and soiling his robe. They receded, and Viren frustratedly crushed wet sand in the palm of his hand, then dropped it, waiting for them to return so the water would wash his hands. When they they didn’t, Viren looked up in confusion, and his eyes widened in surprise.
The skies had darkened, thunder clapped, water swirling and bubbling up and forming great circular waves, like a tornado made of twisting turquoise tides. From the pinnicle of the mountain of waves, a hand shot up, and wirh a skipped beat, Viren recognized it. Blue, speckled with white.
The rest of Aaravos rose up, propelled to the top of the waves as they subsided, revealing that he stood on top of a giant clam, a beautiful pearlescent house behind him, as the whole structure rode the waves towards shore, wind billowing majestically in Aaravos’s hair.
Viren almost had to do a double take. It was one thing to see Aaravos in the soft lighting of the pearl house, through that mirror, his hair tame, his demeanor a bit beaten but still determined.
It was one thing to see Aaravos in purple sheer curtains of illusion, taunting him while defying gravity, no more real than a ghost—he could move his hands through him and he would surely dissipate.
It was one thing to feel a squirming bug crawl on his ear, whispering sweet promises of greatness in a deep breathy voice.
But all of that was nothing compared to seeing Aaravos in his full glory, white hair glistening in the sun, reflecting so well it almost hurt to look at the glare—a star in itself. His hair somehow twice the size like a mane of a lion. His eyes glowing as he stretched out his hands, stars glowing and he carved light into the air like a knife. He drew ancient runes Viren didn’t recognize, flexing and reinforcing his long weakened connections with the arcanums, that he had missed for so long in his bones. He let out a cry of joy like a freed lion too.
His skirt and cloak caught the wind, and he tilted his head back, feeling the sun on his skin, lightly touching his heart, just feeling everything, everything. 
Finally, the clam touches down on the sand and Aaravos gracefully steps off the clam onto the sand, examining the sand and skimming the beach for a moment. Then he looks up, piercing eyes focusing onto Viren, with such a presence to them that it sends chills down his back.
His mouth spreads into a grin as he walks towards Viren, and Viren’s heart starts racing. He should��ve known this was a mistake. Aaravos had promised power, but this only brought danger. Viren could clearly see that releasing him meant he had lost control of the situation. Aaravos could do anything to him now- that much was clear from his entrance. Viren wants to take a step back and run, but that’s not him. He is not weak. And the best way forward in this situation is to stand his ground and find some leverage. Viren narrows his eyes and stands his ground, staff digging into the dirt, as Aaravos bridges the final few feet between them, hand extending, touching Viren’s cheek. Viren shivers at the touch, and he’s not entirely sure why. Aaravos’s eyes widen, and then, he kisses him.
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