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xcerizex · 3 months ago

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"raise your arms, strike a pose. your mask must be perfect, as perfect as a rose."

In which a simple stage play has more than just curtains hiding secrets.

(fem!summoner, gender neutral!polaris, sirius, angst, othello, character study(?), shenanigans, 7.4k words, lazy at the end)

"Tell me again why am I here?"

Spica narrows his eyes in clear disapproval. "If you are unsatisfied with the current arrangements, I can make it so that the one onstage is you instead."

"Yeah, not happening."

Alpheratz shakes his head in mild frustration and leans back with his arms crossed. The whole Guide Committee is currently stationed inside Contell's auditorium, assisting several other sorcerers for an upcoming play. Both Vega and Arcturus are off somewhere else helping with the props, while Spica reviews the paperwork in his hand.

Pollux? He's sleeping on the front row, probably tired from practicing his lines. Comically, there is a stack of items balancing atop of his head thanks to Alpheratz's magic–and boredom, creating an impressive show of magical dexterity. It's only at times like this does he ever use his magic for anything skillful, but Alpheratz himself begs to differ.

"It's not like they need all of us, roping in the whole committee is way too much and too unnecessary." The frown on his face is clear, speaking loudly of his disapproval–even if his mouth doesn't.

Spica continues his work heedless of Alpheratz's complaints, "The sorcerers are relying on us for their safety, it never hurts to take caution. Especially after recent events."

At those words, Alpheratz directs his stare to the girl on Pollux's left, silently reciting her lines in her head. She has taken the role of Othello's wife and diligently memorizes the dialogue of the whole play, not wanting to miss a single thing. It's only when she senses his gaze boring into her does she break free from her immersion, and finally glances up from the script she has been revising over the past hour.

"Don't look at me like that." She may not be a renowned multitasker, but she could still hear everything despite the razor focus on her lines–including Alpheratz's thoughts–and gives him a flat stare in return. "If you've got a problem, sleep it off."

He whistles at the dark bags under her eyes, she is clearly more cranky than usual. "Maybe I will, if only Spica would let me off early. I'm not sleeping with him here."

"Not a chance."

Spica's answer comes quick.

"I'm not even doing anything!"

That's true. Alpheratz and Spica were supposed to be in charge of the safety measures surrounding the stage, only for Spica to end up doing most of the work, leaving Alpheratz to his own devices.

The tower above Pollux's head sways as dangerously as ever.

Spica ignores him and returns to his work, but the Summoner is only a tad bit more sympathetic and gives him a troubled smile before returning to her lines. She would usually be more willing to help him out but her days of sleepless practice has gotten to her, leaving her in no mood to assist him and his lazy habits. Alpheratz thinks it's slightly unfair.

"Besides, you're working too hard." He tries his chance to get a way out of here. "Don't you think it's about time you took a break?"

"Nah."

At times like this, the Summoner resembles Spica's quick wit a little too much.

Alpheratz gives up immediately and slumps on his seat, "I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastic about this play. Did not expect that at all." He says this offhandedly, not expecting her to respond, but it's when he takes a closer at her, does he sees her staring at the stage.

Sirius is on that stage.

Out of the whole Guide Committee, only three of them have taken roles in the play. The Summoner as Othello's wife, Pollux as the Iago's wife, and Sirius...

Sirius is playing the role of Othello himself.

When the cast was announcement, nobody was surprised at Sirius' involvement. He was known for his love of theater, and even more so for his capricious attitude. No one batted an eye when it was announced he got the main role, and all Spica did was remind him to not neglect his duties.

Inspired, Pollux applied for the second round of auditions, and ended up getting stuck with one of the more unpopular roles. After some encouragement from Arcturus, Pollux accepted the role as Iago's wife, and consistently practices with a long skirt so that he won't fall down when the time comes he has to go onstage.

The play was mainly held as a way of uplifting the students' spirits after the various accidents that has happened over the last few weeks, starting off with that incident at the garden, to the entire fiasco at the gala.

What the entire Guide Committee hadn't expected however, is that the source of the chaos herself had also volunteered to act onstage. And as Desdemona no less.

"Well." After some time, the Summoner finally responds to Alpheratz's statement. "I was a theater kid before I came here. And while I would usually prefer becoming a part of the musical staff, I don't think it's too bad to change it up every once in a while."

She's still watching the stage.

"I'm very surprised though." Closing her script, she takes another good look at the cover. "I didn't expect the work of Othello to be here of all places."

Intrigued, Spica finally shows interest in something else that aren't the papers in his hand. "Did they have this in Mid Earthiem?"

"The story? Yes."

A soft snore interrupts them and they all watch with trepidation as Pollux stirs a little, the tower on his head wobbling precariously. The Summoner breathes an inward sigh of relief as Pollux goes back to sleep, and the tower becomes stable once more.

"It's a very upsetting story."

"I guess you're right."

The Summoner can't blame the frown on Alpheratz's face on his usual grumpiness - the story is indeed not a very happy one - and she returns back to staring at Sirius onstage.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable on having to perform with him of all people?"

The Summoner shrugs her shoulders, "Not really. Sirius may be a weirdo, but he's a great actor."

"That's not what I meant."

She knows it's not, but pretends not to know anyway.

Alpheratz finally decides to add another item to the tower on Pollux's head, and carefully levitates the script in Pollux's arms to balance it at the very top. It stays, and Spica silently marvels at the ability of bored, and the things they'd do to quell said boredom.

"May I suggest to you, Alpheratz, that you have yet to check the anti-combustion procedures for the curtains?"

Alpheratz starts to grumble, but the Summoner has already immersed herself in Sirius's rehearsal. She watches him grip the area over his heart - as if in agony - while lamenting about his wife's unfaithfulness. When a person is on stage, most can't see the expressions of the actors, which is why they have to resort to looking at their body language and right now, his shoulders are drawn tight and his stance tense, looking as if he might lunge at someone viciously should they draw his ire.

'I wonder how he got so good at acting.'

Both Spica and Alpheratz are still quarrelling, and in an attempt to get them to stop, she comes up with a rather intrusive thought. She faces Alpheratz with a look more serious than ever and regards the trembling tower on Pollux's head.

"What if I just toppled the thing myself?"

It's as they say, if you can't beat them, join them.

"You wouldn't f******* dare."

Everyone is promptly interrupted, as Pollux finally wakes up from his nap and tries to sit upright. The last thing they hear is Spica click his tongue, when the sudden disturbance of balance leaves the whole tower toppling over itself, giving Pollux a brutal wake-up call.

The sound of rushing water fills the kitchen as Sirius washes the dishes in the sink with an unusual atmosphere of homeliness. It's dark out, but the sight of the city past the windows is as bright as ever. Even at this time of the day, people are still moving about.

Finishing up, he places the last dish inside the cabinet, closing it with a small click. He takes his time surveying the rest of kitchen in hunt for any more things to clean up after, a habit he had formed ever since he started living here.

Once he's sure there aren't any undetected messes, he makes his way out from kitchen and walks into the living room. There is a little bit of impatience in his steps, as he walks a pace slightly faster than he usually would–if only to make his way back to his master sooner.

Entering the living room, he sees them holding an object in their hands with their back turned to him.

"What are you holding, Polaris?"

Sirius is curious about the book in his master's hands. Hearing him, Polaris turns around and regards him with a smile.

"It's a book from Mid Earthiem, having found its way through the wormholes no doubt. Would you like to read it together?"

"Um..."

Around this time, Sirius should be about 13-14 years old and is still considered young. He is at the age where spending time with one's guardian like this would be considered embarrassing among his peers, but he was never one to care about such things. The only reason he hesitates is because he's unsure if he would be able to enjoy the otherworldly story at all.

But time spent with his master is a rare thing, that's all it takes for him to agree.

"Yes, please."

The both of them seat themselves on the couch and Polaris begins to recite the story the way one would tell a bedtime tale to their child. Sirius is slightly embarrassed by being treated as such, but he doesn't mind it. His master's voice is soothing and calm, having the ability to soothe a child's tantrum, quell the chaos of masses, or just read a book. In this small world where only he and his master exists, he doesn't mind having to put up with the way Polaris treats him. Still, the story is interesting in its own way, and Sirius can't help but marvel at the literacy diversity between Bound Arlyn and Mid Earthiem.

However as the story continues on, the previously cozy and familial atmosphere between them turns into something more somber, as the story reaches its fevered climax. Desdemona's death.

"He did what now?!"

Sirius stands up in righteous anger. Polaris is neither startled nor disapproving of his outburst however, and simply regards him with a curious look in their eyes.

"Does it upset you that badly?"

Sirius is still quivering with rage, "I..."

He falls silent. Realizing how angry and loud he'd been, he quietly sits back down the couch.

"I'm sorry, Polaris."

All they do is simply chuckle. "Don't be. It's good to have such strong sense of morality, I'm quite happy about that actually." And they mean it, Sirius has mostly done nothing but follow Polaris' line of thinking ever since they took him in and rarely ever rebels. Having his own opinion meant that he was growing up well.

Sirius shakes his head. "It's not that Polaris." His gaze scatters across the room like fickle light.

"I just think that...if Othello had truly loved his wife, he wouldn't have killed her, much less hurt her at all."

Maybe he is a romanticist.

Polaris reaches out to ruffle his hair, and all Sirius can do is groan endearingly. His master continues to treat him like a dog, patting and smoothing his hair in pride, but Sirius does not mind the extra affection.

"That's a good mindset to have."

Polaris praises him, but the praise only leaves Sirius confused.

"What kind of mindset would that be, master?"

The Tower of Babilli looms outside the windows of their home. Ominous, oppressive, and promises a premonition of tragedy.

The hand that rests on his head is as warm as ever.

"The kind that would never hurt anyone they care for."

Sirius remembers the day Polaris announced that they would recommend Othello to be written down officially as a work of literature in Bound Arlyn. He remembers asking his master why, only to receive a cheeky, non-assuming answer in return.

"Because you liked it."

Sirius begged to differ at that time, but he didn't care enough to say anything.

Several years later in commemoration of Polaris' passing, they constructed a play based on the story of Othello, wishing to honour every and all of their contributions. The story has withstood the erosion of time even till now, becoming something that even sorcerers can enjoy casually should they find themselves in the fancy to go to the theater down town.

How disgusting, how flippant. When he sees the happy smiles on their faces, he feels as if he could kill them, kill himself.

A loud crash resounds across the room, as a vase falls off the nightstand and Sirius bangs his fists against the floor repeatedly. The broken shards have pierced the skin of his hand, but even as blood trickles down his palms and splatter across the floorboard, he does not care. This pain is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

He lifts his head up to gaze at the Tower of Babilli through his window, and only the mirror will ever the see the pure look of despair, anger, and sorrow etched on his face like hard marble.

He has just lost the one important person in his life.

But Sirius refuses to believe that this is the end. No matter what it takes, even if he must become the devil himself, he will do whatever it takes to bring them back.

No matter what.

Rising unsteadily on to his feet, he faces in front of his mirror in what must have been ages for the first time. He sees the light coat of dust over the surface of the mirror, and his tear-stricken face.

He sees someone incredibly weak.

'That won't do.'

He stares at his reflection, asking what would it take, what must he do, and how he would have to change to achieve it. The pressure in which he looks at himself may crack the mirror, before it cracks himself. After a long, long time, he finds his answer. And when he does, he realizes that he's still staring at himself.

He tries smiling.

It looks fake.

His face immediately reverts back into a frustrated frown, before he forces himself to smile again.

Be more cunning.

It looks too forced, try again.

Be more natural.

Sirius tries thinking about his happier times, maybe the smile will look less fake.

Be less kind.

He puts a stop to that quickly, and tries again. Only this time, he makes sure not to make it look too sincere, in case people see him as a good person.

Be the villain.

He will play the role of the villain, if it means the hero can take the stage once more.

They do.

That night, the night after that, and many other countless nights, he will try again, again, and again to smile the way he needs to.

Later, his smile is just the way he wanted it to be.

But he can never smile the way he used to. To smile a smile filled with pure, unadulterated joy. No more, he can't. Not even if he wanted to.

In his eyes, it is a small price to pay.

But when he sees the girl step on that stage for the first time, Sirius can't help but feel his smile is more fake than ever.

'You were wrong, Polaris.'

He has already hurt her.

"Did they have the make the dress this fancy!?"

The Summoner covers her mouth to prevent herself from bursting out into the laughter. It helps only slightly, the broken huffs of warbled laughter only getting louder and louder the longer Pollux twirls around with his fancy new costume in agitation.

Fitted in a velvet dress, Pollux looks positively feminine. His usually short pink hair has grown longer–thanks to a potion brewed by the theater club–giving him the look of an elegant lady. Unfortunately, no magic found in any corner of Bound Arlyn could ever hope to cure his innate clumsiness, so all they can do is pray and hope he won't set anything on fire on set as he flails about.

"Stop moving so much."

The laces on the back swing frantically as Pollux moves about with similar energy and Vega comes up behind him in an attempt to grab him still by the shoulders. The sight makes the Summoner lose her composure unfortunately, and she starts guffawing.

"Is everyone ready?" A sorcerer from the theater club pokes his head into the dressing room to check on them. Seeing Pollux restrained by the arms judo style by Vega, she has to control the impulse to run away.

"Not yet, I still have to tie my hair up." The Summoner quickly resumes her preparations, but the sorcerer is understanding and simply nods her head.

"Alright, then. Once your ready quickly head backstage." Pollux is finally free from Vega's death grip, and straightens up to tidy his extensions before scrambling away.

"What am I, some kid's toy!?"

They hear Pollux shout at them as he runs out of the room and promptly disappears, probably to get ready for the stage. The Summoner stops laughing and turns her head towards Vega.

"Why'd you do that Vega?"

He shakes his head in exasperation, "He could've knocked something over something had he continued to panic. You know how prone he is to accidents."

The Summoner can't help but agree in her head.

Despite the fact that Sirius is nowhere to be found, no one is worried. Sure he comes and goes at unexpected intervals, has a severe lack of decorum, and tends to drop most of his duties at the drop of a hat, but they know that Sirius wouldn't miss out on the chance to enjoy himself, especially if it involves theater.

Which is why even as the clock ticks by, no sorcerers are worried enough to come looking for him, and if they did, it wouldn't be out of concern for him. Except for the Summoner herself.

He disappears often, yes. But she's still worried.

The Summoner is still struggling with her hair–not having had enough practice with old fashioned hair styles–and considers abandoning the entire updo to look for Sirius instead, until she hears a knock on the door.

"Oh? You're still here?"

Speak of the devil.

She secretly feels relieved at his appearance."Yeah. I just can't seem to..." She tugs at the end of the ribbon in an attempt to tighten her bun, only for it to all come undone miserably in one fell swoop.

"...get this right."

Silence fills the room and the Summoner silently curses at herself. Of all the things she had to be unprepared for, it was her hair.

"Don't worry too much about it. I'll get it, eventually." She raises her arms to the back of her head, ready to try again. The soreness of her arms from holding them up for so long–plus the combination of slight panic and frustration as the seconds pass by–clouds her senses, the reason why the sound of Sirius' footsteps coming closer does not register in her mind.

Which is why when she feels a cold hand grazing her wrists, she nearly yelps in surprise.

"The Summoner is quite careless, and not at all aware of her surroundings. What if someone wanted to kill you?"

His words are antagonistic, but his touch is somewhat gentle, elegant as he takes the ribbon from her and his fingers travel down to edge of her nape where her hair rests. Gathering a bunch of strands in his hands, he gets set to work.

"Your lucky it was me. So why not let me do your hair instead?"

She gives him a deadpan stare through the mirror, "You're already doing it anyways though, aren't you?"

He merely chuckles, and she heaves a sigh.

"Next time, I would prefer it if you'd asked me for my permission first before touching me." The Summoner's voice drips heavy with exasperation, but she doesn't oppose his touch and lets him carry on with him touching up her up-do.

His hands are surprisingly skilled, efficiently looping and weaving the fancy ribbon around her hair, gathering it up into an elegantly braided bun within minutes. The proximity between them makes her nervous though, and when his fingers lightly brush against her ears, she suppresses a shiver.

Her ears are very hot, Sirius thinks intrusively.

Soon, he is done. And the Summoner can't help but feel envious of his skills as she admires the product of his handiwork in the mirror.

"Maybe you should have been a hair stylist instead." She curls a stray lock of hair around her finger. "I'm sure you would have done well."

The Summoner hears him laugh. "Why thank you, Summoner. A strange compliment, but a compliment I'll take nonetheless. Ah, and one more thing."

Sirius pulls out a hairpin in the shape of a six pointed star adorned in aquamarine and silver from the lapels if his costume. It is elegantly crafted, with swirling patters and chiffon ruffles enhancing it's worth. Looking at it, the Summoner surmises that it must be very expensive.

It takes her too long to realize that Sirius has moved in even closer than before, and feels the stray locks if his hair brushing against her ears as he fixes the hairpin to the side of her bun. She bites down a scream, resisting the impulse to yell at the Constellations because who else could have possibly manifested this situation in a scenario much like some low-grade novel?

The Summoner thinks that this is about the most patience she has ever practiced within one day, believing she's the only one nervous here.

What should have been a mere few seconds feels like an eternity finally coming to an end when Sirius finally pulls back to admire his handiwork.

"Can I move now?" The Summoner wiggles her feet in impatience.

"No? I haven't stared at my genius for long enough in my opinion."

"Hahahaha." Her laughter is practically dripping with sarcasm.

He holds his hand out to her as she turns around anyway to give him a glare, and sees the ever-so-slight flicker of adoration in his eyes.

She thinks what she sees is but a mere phantom.

"Well then, shall we head on out my dear wife?"

The Summoner scrunches her face up, but plays along anyways and takes his hand, "Yes, we shall."

Perhaps if he'd called her "Desdemona" instead, she wouldn't have made that face.

Being near her like this–he thinks as he grasps her hand–all feels very unfamiliar. All very unlike him, his quips softer than usual, not as sharp or mocking, and the gaze that scans the entire audience in front of him filled with less spite. He thinks he's changing.

He's not sure if he likes it.

Finally ready, the both of them leave the dressing room and walk hand-in-hand in a fashion reminiscent to that of their roles–a general and his elegant wife–and leave the dressing room to the area directly behind the stage hidden by the swaths of curtains. Shortly after arriving, they see Pollux panting heavily in anxiety as Arcturus diligently does his best to calm him down by providing gentle blows of wind from his wand. It does not help much at all, but Pollux is too busy trapped in his thoughts to care. And when Arcturus sees the two of them approach, he brightens and calls out to them.

"There you guys are! The play was about to start so everyone was getting a bit worried."

"The only one truly worried here..." They notice Vega–who had been standing inconspicuously beside Arcturus throughout the whole time–indicate his head towards Pollux. "...is him. And the play doesn't start in about 15 minutes, sorcerer Arcturus."

The actors have gathered themselves in one spot, donned in costumes of glamor and glow, ready to take on the masks of a life unfamiliar to them with pride on the stage. Even Pollux, though nervous a minute ago, straightens his back to prepare himself for the performance in steady anticipation. Upon further inspection though, someone notices his feather hat askew and rushes forward to straighten it before the play starts.

Everyone is bustling with excitement, delighted at the chance on having to perform a story introduced by Polaris, and eagerly await the curtains to rise, not paying any attention to Pollux profusely apologizing to the sorcerer who had tried to straighten his hat, and who now sports a red nose.

Sirius feels the girl beside let go of his arm as the lights dim, and routinely stamps down the urge to reach back out to her. He clenches his fist, and loosens it before anyone else can see.

"Everyone take your positions!"

(Act 1, Scene 3) The confirmation of Desdemona's love:

The spotlight is bright, vastly different from the same types that the Summoner usually sees in Mid Earthiem. They are enchanting, mimicking shimmering starlight, making the whole play on stage look more captivating than ever. The glow of it all however, is not enough to have the actors themselves lie and deceive their own thoughts and feelings.

"But you tell us, Othello." A sorcerer dressed in formal garb inquires the man in front of him. "Did you poison this girl's feelings with devious and improper ways? Or did such a union between you both be happened upon free and appropriate ways among two people?

Sirius laughs a little bit on the inside, a place where nobody else can see. Asking himself secretly, "Which is it?"

What is his relationship with the Summoner?

Othello then raises his head high in self-confidence, with an assurance that one would consider mocking that of the man's words. "I beg of you, senator. Send someone for the lady and have her express herself in her words in front of her father. Should there be any indication of my foul practices, then feel free to not only to take away the trust in my position and title, but my life."

The character he plays speaks lines worthy of his noble character. Unlike his usual persona, Sirius displays a dignified general in image indeed. All his snarky aura and volatile demeanour have been carefully tucked away beneath his current mask like a bound rope.

Standing behind the curtains watching him - ready for her cue - the Summoner can't help but marvel at the accessories of deception in which he adorns himself with.

The sorcerer playing the role of the Duke gives a slight nod, perceptively conveying his desire for the truth. "Bring Desdemona here."

The bit-part actors on stage shuffle away to where the Summoner is. But both Othello and the sorcerer still have a few more lines to recite before she takes the stage. So as the actors linger about around her getting ready for the next part, she counts her breath by two beats in an attempt to calm herself down.

Even if it's not her first time performing in front of the audience, she still gets nervous.

"Desdemona loved listening too."

The lines are still rolling.

"Even if the frequency in which her household duties would drag her away, she came back as quickly as she could and listened with fervour. Upon seeing so, I picked a convenient time in which I could talk to her and begged me so to tell her the parts of the story she had missed."

"So I agreed."

Sirius thinks that Othello was weaker than him.

"Once I had told her about the distressing episodes of my youth, she responded with a world of sighs. She thought and claimed a strange story. A very strange story, and a very sad one."

Sirius doesn't need to look inside the Summoner's head to know she thinks of something similar whenever she sees him.

She may not know him at all, but that didn't matter.

She still sees him.

"She wished she hadn't heard it, but regardless, wished she had been a man so that she could have had such adventures. She gave me thanks, and told me that if I had a friend who was in love with her, I should teach him to tell my story in order to win her heart. And on that hint, I spoke out."

"She loved me for the dangers I have experienced, and I loved her back for the pity in which she holds for them."

"This is the only witchcraft I have used."

These words make him uncomfortable, because he thinks they might be true.

The Summoner takes her cue, takes a deep breath, and straightens her posture as the bit-part actors push open the fake door leading on to the main stage. Right now, she is Desdemona. An elegant lady in love with a general.

That general being the persona Sirius has put on, as he sits there gazing at her with an unfamiliar gaze. One that he had put up for the play itself no doubt, and yet, it makes her anxious. But the Summoner keeps her posture refined and precise as she makes her way forward.

"There she is." The sorcerer playing as Iago leads her to stand in front of the Duke. "Let her tell you herself."

After Desdemona was waved to be seated, the Duke turned to Desdemona's father. "I do think that such a story would win over my own daughter. Good sir, why don't you make the best of this? Broken weapons are always better that bare hands in the battlefield after all."

Desdemona's father shakes his head. "Please, listen to her. Should she claim to take half of the blame, only then shall I accept this." He draws himself closer to Desdemona and takes her hand. "Come here, my dear. Can you see the person in which you owe the most obedience to?"

The Summoner plays her role well, as Desdemona gently slips her hand away from her father's. "My noble father, I have divided loyalty. I am thankful for the life and education you have provided me, both of which has taught me to respect you. I am still your daughter, and I will always have a duty to you."

She stands up and makes her way towards Othello - towards Sirius - and the closing proximity between them makes her heart speed up.

Especially as she holds his hand. Unlike earlier, she realises how cold it is.

"But this is my husband."

And this is just a show. A fake one. But Sirius feels his heart squeezing tighter as the Summoner turns around and gives him a loving smile under the pretext of being Desdemona.

Oh how he foolishly longs for it to be real. And these dangerous thoughts, he wishes he could just kill them.

But the show must go on, without consideration of how this whole situation feels like a bad joke.

(Backstage) Preparation for Act 5, Scene 2:

The stage crew shuffled around the waiting room in frenzy, setting up props, yelling at each other, and preparing for what is arguably the most anticipated scene of the entire show; Desdemona's death.

The Summoner took a deep breath, and reached her arms behind her to retrieve the hairpin that Sirius had pinned to her hair.

Even now, she's not sure where he got it from, why he bought it, or why he let her use it at all.

She ruminates for a few seconds while looking at the beautiful star-shaped hairpin, rotating it around slowly, the lights around her making it look as if it were twinkling. Like a star in the night sky.

But she doesn't have much time for this, so she quickly snaps out of her reverie to release the ribbon that held her hair-do together letting her hair fall down on her shoulders, the familiar sensation making her relax, most of the tension having been released.

Most of it, she's still nervous.

"Summoner, you're up for a wardrobe change!"

A female sorcerer approaches her a garment in hand. The next scene involves an unknowing Desdemona sleeping on her bed, so as the Summoner takes the new set of costume from the sorcerer's arms, she holds it up to reveal an old-fashioned nightgown.

"I'll be ready as soon as possible."

She places the brooch aside as she says this.

Nodding her head, the sorcerer leaves the Summoner alone so that she could get changed. But her hands shake as she unzips the back of the nightgown, the clock ticking behind her ominously, making her feel even more anxious for her next scene on stage. No matter how many times she has done this, the nervousness of having to perform on stage in front of a large audience will always be there.

Once she's done changing into the nightgown, she takes one more glance at the brooch on the dressing table, thinks for a few seconds, and quickly makes up her mind so as to not waste anymore time. She swipes the brooch off the table and gently, carefully, hides it in her pocket.

She's not sure why, maybe's she's afraid of losing it.

Maybe she thinks it'll provide her comfort.

"Are you ready?"

The sorcerer knocks on her door, and the Summoner notices that her tone has become considerably more tense and rushed. The clock seems to tick even louder, and the Summoner quickly answers her.

"Yes! I'm ready, I'll be out in a second."

Everyone is nervous, she has to do this properly.

She opens the door and sees the sorcerer give her a relieved smile, but that smile quickly turns into a serious expression as the Summoner is hurriedly ushered away to the back of the stage for her next scene.

"We have to hurry, there's not much time left."

Yes, she knows. The Summoner feels her veins thrum in nervous energy and her steps hasten in response.

But as they're walking past the wooden corridor that leads directly to the area behind the curtains, they hear someone shout out to them in warning.

"Watch out!"

"!"

On normal occasions, the Summoner thinks as she watches a heavy set of curtains fall down on her, she would have reacted properly. Maybe dodge, cry for help, or take cover and duck.

But her body is still stiff and frozen from her accumulated anxiety, she can't move. Even as the impending shadow blankets her sight, mind, and senses.

"Get down!"

But the sorcerer next to her is still sharp somewhat, and pushes the Summoner forward with her body to prevent her from getting smothered by the heavy weight of the old, velvet curtains.

But that could only do so much.

"!"

The Summoner feels a sharp pain in her ankle, and can only vaguely hear the sounds of raised, worried voices around her, as the pain blinds her from everything. She can't move or do anything in this state.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

She must have sprained her ankle.

"Summoner!"

The Summoner looks up to see Pollux rushing forward in worry towards her. The familiar and friendly face is what gets her to finally start talking, after having stayed silent in shock.

"P-Pollux, do you...know any healing magic?"

She hears her own voice water in pain, so she stamps it down, holds in her tears. She can't ruin her makeup and she most certainly can't worry the others now, especially when Pollux looks as if he's about to cry for her himself.

From here, she can hear the actors speaking on stage, and she feels her entire body tremble more violently with each passing second, as the time comes for her turn to go up on stage draws nearer.

She has to go up on that stage, even if her ankle feels like it's about to tear apart, even if it might make it worse. So she asks him for help, anything can work at this rate.

But Pollux fidgets uncomfortably at her request. "Of course I can! But there's no way I can heal it in one go, I'm not as talented as Alpheratz or Spica..."

His voice is trailing off in doubt, but when she spots Sirius at the other end of the stage, hidden behind the curtains from the audience, staring at her direction, she tugs on Pollux's sleeve.

"Anything will do."

She emphasises her words, conveying her determination, and desperation.

"It's fine if you can just heal it a bit. You've learned the Tranquilizer Spell haven't you? The one used to immobilise foes."

The Summoner gestures to her ankle.

"You can cast it here. Use a weaker version of it, enough so I can still move. So long as I can't feel the pain, I can still perform."

"But-!"

Pollux tries to protest, but the words die down on his throat as he sees the expression on her face, looking as if she were ready to charge through hellfire. Slowly, he nods, like a pitiful, apologetic kitten.

"Alright, then."

She can still make this work. She just needs to do her very best.

She doesn't notice the look Sirius wears, as he sees her get back up on her feet again. He's too far away, as always.

(Act 4, Scene 2) Othello kills Desdemona:

He's not sure what he should do anymore.

He glances down at Desdemona-the Summoner-watching her chest rise and fall as she lays down on the bed prop, mocking sleep. Up close like this, he's the only one who can see what the audience can't.

The pained twitch of her eyebrows.

"This is the reason, my love."

He has no choice but to recite his lines.

"The heavens would scorn me, should I utter the mention of it but yes, that is the reason. Yet, neither shall I shed her blood, nor leave a mark any darker than the colour of snow."

"But she must die."

Would it make things easier?

"Or else, she may betray other men. Put out the light first, and then take hers away. Should I put out the candle, I can relight it once again."

The way he has done countless times, rewinding time and time and time again.

For the sake of someone long gone.

"But should I take away your light, you deceptive existence of beauty and wonder..."

He crouches down beside to lift a strand of her hair, up to his lips, kissing it ever so softly.

"...never again can this light be relighted. To pluck a rose from it's stem, it shall surely wither. So while I am still here, let me stay."

He bends over his sleeping beauty and kissed her forehead, as per the script.

"Such a sweet scent, should surely change my mind. To bear to let this all go, I cannot."

Sirius brushes the Summoner's bangs aside, and kissed the corner of here forehead.

"Should you remain as beautiful dead, then I shall kill you and keep on loving you."

He believes that. Sirius thinks he may do that.

"Something so sweet, something never so fatal. These tears remain on my cheeks, but they are cruel tears indeed."

That is the cue, and the sheets rustle against the nightgown ever so slightly, as Desdemona wakes up.

"Ah, she is awake!"

Desdemona wakes up drowsily, and casts her sleepy eyes towards him, as he watches a small, loving smile blooms on her face like a dainty flower.

"Othello."

"Desdemona."

Othello gazes at her with a face filled with sorrow.

"Have you done your prayers tonight, Desdemona?"

"Yes I have, my lord." Desdemona reaches out a slender arm towards him, as if to lull him to bed.

"Will you not come to sleep?"

Othello ignores her, and says instead, "If you can think of any crime that you haven’t reconciled with heaven, pray for that immediately."

Desdemona rises with trepidation. "What could you mean with that?"

"Do it, quickly." He urges her. "I shan't kill you and your unprepared soul. Heavens forbid, I do not want to kill your soul at all."

"Are you...talking about killing me?"

She sounds scared, pained, and Sirius again has to resist the urge to reach out to her.

"Yes."

Yet, his facade remains still.

"N-No!"

Desdemona withdrew away from him as fast as lightning. "By the constellations, have mercy on me! I have not done anything!"

"And Amen, with all my heart."

Desdemona looks at him with fearful eyes. "I am afraid. Because you are murderous when your eyes roll like that. I don’t know why I should be afraid because I don’t feel guilty about anything. But I am afraid nonetheless."

"Think about your sins."

As he recites this, Sirius thinks about his.

"The only sin I have ever committed, is that of my love for you."

To that, if he dares to, Sirius agrees.

"Yes, and it is for that, you are dying."

"My beloved."

He adds that in himself.

He shouts at her, replicating his rehearsal on that day, mimicking Othello's rage at his wife for his unfaithfulness. He conveys as much betrayal and feelings of hurt he can muster, to dredge up the old memories in hopes of delivering a successful, convincing performance. The way he has done all this while.

It is with this, he knows that he is the one laid bare before the Summoner.

And the Summoner herself in turn, responds to his acting with her own. Counter his fake emotions with her own.

"Is it what I fear? Is he dead?"

She laments for the death of Cassio. The one Othello had accused of Desdemona being unfaithful to.

"If all his hairs had been lives my great revenge would have had stomach for them all."

"Alas then, he has been betrayed, and I’ve been undone.’"

Desdemona weeps. And Othello is enraged.

"If he truly loved her, he wouldn't have wanted to kill her at all."

Things are not so simple, nothing ever is. But this is the one thing Sirius still believes in even now.

Still, he also believes that if he could hurt the Summoner enough, scared her enough, she'd finally leave Bound Arlyn. Stay out of his life, his plans...

And stay safe.

"How dare you weep for him in front of me! Down!"

He pushes her down on the bed, his hands on her throat. And sensing the time of her death approaching, she pleads with him.

"Kill me tomorrow! I beg of you, my Lord please-!"

"No-"

"Just one more hour please!"

Her voice cracks, and Sirius see the Summoner shed tears as if she were in pain.

Who is he kidding, of course she's in pain. Cleverly using it for her performance, using a method completely different from his.

She struggles frantically against his strength, flailing and begging for him to let her live longer, for one more hour, one more minute, one more second. She cries and weeps in despair as he continues to grip her throat, cutting off her oxygen.

The Summoner is a good actor, he thinks. Her cries of pain feel real, piercing his heart, and he thinks he wants to die. Thinks he may cry for her as he spots a small wound of blood appear at the side of her nightgown and he wants to scream in pain.

But he's too far gone. His mask is already too perfect.

"My Lord please-!"

He hates the fact that he wants to cry for her but he can't. Her body goes limp under him, her breathing slowing down, and the Summoner dies in his arms as beautiful as the day he first saw her.

He realizes then he's destined to hurt the people he cares for, even when he doesn't want to. But he himself has twisted his own nature into the monster he wanted to be. It makes sense, that he can't even gift her a simple brooch without hurting her.

All he wants to do is dance the night away with her, as innocently as he did before.

But he can't do that oh no.

He just can't.

The most anticipated scene of the show has been executed brilliantly, and the audience erupts into a wild show of applause.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #summoner arcana twilight #artw #othello #what have I done

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progressosalad · 1 year ago

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Cutie in a hip spica cast

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pomegranateboba · 9 months ago

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Making your summoners and the artw cast fight to the death

The summoners/sorcerers/OCs I have collected/kidnapped, whether voluntary or not:

Nicole (@pomegranateboba)

Kaitlyn (@kaitlyn-pink)

Atlas (@cuddlybelphie)

Luminous (@mochalumii)

Yuuko (@sspicat)

Amber (@amber-of-tharaval)

Renee (@f14loveisyou)

Elaine, Mumu (@mumuscae)

Lilith (@sleepytwilight)

Benate (@bittersweetcanary)

Ilona (@u3-ha)

Ruby (@marisssa1248)

Astraea (@polluxverse)

Vanessa (@bluem00n007)

Konami, Dipper (@tophatmaker)

Rin (@707sluvrr)

Hayden (@mazuriri)

Gliese (@gemlighter)

Yona (@llyuvvia)

Aspen (@nomx33)

Stellaluna (@athysblog)

Oh yeah, for all the OCs/characters with gender neutral pronouns, THE WEBSITE ONLY HAS MALE OR FEMALE😭 so i defaulted them all to male I APOLOGISE FOR MISGENDERING THEM I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE 😭😭😭

Alright here we go kids :)

NOT SCHEDAR DYING FIRST LMAOOOOO

Rip Konami and Ilona (we don't talk about Schedar)

Arcky??? My boy got possessed he would never.

Benate who died to Arcky 😔

Spica singing cheerful songs with Kaitlyn and Lumi is so funny to me

JAHJKAHSKHAKSJGA ELAINE KILLED ME NOOO

RIGEL KILLING SIRIUS AKJHADHKGAJH MY BOY WAS DONE WITH HIM LMAOOO (kinda wish I was the one who killed him 😔 oh well)

VEGA GETTING STRANGLED

SPICA KILLING RIGEL (to avenge Sirius ayo- 👀)

THUBAN CASTOR AMBER LUMI WTF NOOOOOOOOOOOO (less emphasis on thuban im sorry)

POLLUX STABBING SPICA TO AVENGE HIS FALLEN CLAN LEADER THIS IS SO INTERESTING STOP

Lmao Poll and Arcky

Same Poll, same.

Arcky killing Stellaluna and Yuuko?? He's possessed again guys.

I CAN'T FIT IT ALL BECAUSE OF THE LIMIT OF 30

I'll make a part 2

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight spica #artw #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight oc

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bittersweetcanary · 1 year ago

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Summoner who experiences Chronic Fatigue & Chronic Pain

How the Artw cast reacts to a Summoner with Chronic Fatigue & Chronic Pain. The gender of the Summoner is not mentioned, this can be read as enby, man, woman, trans, etc. :D

Special thanks to Cora ( @adcmans ) for helping me come up with ideas!!

BTW IF you want to add anything please do in the comments, I'd love to hear your ideas!! Or reblog!! :D

[Disability Rep | Pronouns of Summoner not mentioned | Gender of Summoner not mentioned | Some Suggestive Text | Tooth Rotting Sweet at times ]

Spica

Spica’s part has some stuff about the MC/Summoner to explain the context a bit.

You explained your condition to him first, less due to trust and more due to wanting to get accommodated for your disability ASAP, and not being totally sure how to go about that. He seems the most reasonable and accountable of the bunch.

At first, he didn’t quite understand but it certainly didn’t take long with your explanation of your condition. Spica helped you through the process of getting medication through the school due to your… Finances being… Low… (*cough* broke, poor, you have nothing now that you fell through a damn rift- *cough*) Luckily the school easily covered it, taking some of the weight of your anxiety off your shoulders. Wow, their Medicare system is nice. Unlike some places.

Since, to your surprise, Spica checked in on you frequently when you dozed off during meetings or when your pace would slow, asking if you were tired if something hurt, or if you needed to rest.

Spica went with you to pick up some school supplies from one of the village shops, mostly just plenty of pencils with big pencil grips which made it easier to hold. The number of times you’ve lost a pencil simply because it rolled off your desk is… To put it simply, a lot. And a backpack to carry your school stuff in as just holding it wouldn’t quite work for you.

You were quite anxious to start using a mobility aid because then you’d have to explain to everyone why… But Spica made sure to explain to the rest of the Guide Committee just why you were using forearm crutches so they wouldn’t bombard you with questions, after asking if that’d be alright of course.

Upon occasion when you were being stubborn, wanting to keep up with the others, Spica would pull you to the side (-if he had to he would grab your arm just above your elbow and sit you down on the nearest couch beside himself-) and would begin to lecture you- reminding you that it is ok to take breaks & rest. Followed by your comment about his sleep schedule had him stuttering for a moment before coming up with a “good reason” as to why that was totally reasonable. Your expression showed your opinion on that.

It’s safe to say you MADE Spica sleep more hours at night when you could, sometimes he’d be too stubborn. One time he was snappy about it, telling you off harshly though he did apologize later it still stung.

Spica immediately offered to help you ready yourself for the day if you ever felt too tired to do so alone, and you took him up on that offer sometimes, if he could spare some time away from his paperwork.

Spica was the first to offer to take you out for breakfast whenever he could, Arcturus sometimes joined the two of you if they happened to both be free though Spica preferred it to just be the two of you.

Pollux

Before finding out

In class when the Summoner would doze off he’d huff, and puff, but never wake them. Once they woke (or he woke them up after class) he’d chew them out over sleeping through class. Sometimes classes. Threatening to leave them asleep in the classroom next time. (which he never does, it doesn’t take you long to catch on)

You have caught him staring more than once, though you play it off as if you totally didn’t notice him with his head down beside you blatantly gazing at you with big stary eyes.

Sometimes when you’d be writing down your notes your hand would twitch and you’d drop your pencil, having pushed yourself too far. Pollux didn’t notice at first but when you’d take breaks from writing he’d ask why and you’d shrug off his question, picking up the pencil and beginning to work again.

And lunch… Pollux couldn’t quite understand why you’d sleep through lunch of all things, the food was always great. Especially the chocolates he usually kept to himself, that he’d brought as his dessert, he’d sometimes share with you and Arcturus.

Pollux never quite got how you couldn’t keep up with him when he’d run ahead, often telling you to exercise more. It felt insensitive, causing you to show him a bit of a cold shoulder afterward though you knew he just didn’t know about your disability.

Sometimes when you were quite tired and just so happened to be sitting beside Pollux you’d unconsciously doze off while leaning against his shoulder. Pollux would stare at you for a few moments after you leaned against him, then look away and cover his face with his hand, but remain still and quiet so as to not wake you. He would stay there till you woke.

Polly would make rude comments about your disgruntled unkept appearance on bad days, pushing stray hairs into place. Huffed and puffed when he tried fixing up your hair, he got better at that over time. It’s become a sort of daily routine for him to play with your hair during class, sometimes you’d play with his too, he loved it when you did and you could tell by how he squeezed his eyes shut and blushed.

After Spica’s explanation at the meeting

Pollux, much like the others, wondered why you weren’t there till Spica began the Guide Committee meeting. It’s safe to say a lot he was confused about was answered by Spica’s explanation. Why you doze off so much, and why your pencils all have those large grips… And the times you’d just dropped something… He brought up as much during the meeting as he found it concerning that you hadn’t told him, him!.. First... Spica was the most reasonable, he supposed, but you two were close!... Right? He’d work with you on assignments all the time! And share notes… And hangout! (totally didn’t say he wasn’t looking to make friends on day 1)

Pollux is a lil jelly that you didn’t tell him first- he pouts about it.

He was a little pouty around you after that but stopped trying to push you to keep up, or chewing you out over dozing off… Pollux slowed down to your pace whenever he realized he’d been walking at too quick a pace for you. He would constantly glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still there.

He MiGhT try to loop his arm around yours, or just blush a little thinking about it. Maybe if you offered up the idea first he’d go for it.

Alpheratz & Sirius missed the meeting… But Vega didn’t?! Maybe it’s that pathfinding magic, maybe it brought him there? Pollux eyed him up and down, sus.

Will chew anyone out if they harass or bother you at any point about your disability, yap yap BITE!!

The whole hair play routine you two had started kept up, though he’d offer to help you in the morning if that’s okay, totally understandable if you didn’t want someone in your dorm, but it's him so… It’d be ok, right? Just don’t let anyone else in, they might be bad people.

When he and Arcturus showed up at your dorm, they’d be surprised but they are both besties so they help you out together and sometimes you all go out to breakfast at a cafe as a group <3 Sometimes Vega, Alpheratz, Spica, or Sirius might join if they happen to stop by around the same time, or one of them may try to drag you off for themself…

Alpheratz

Before finding out

Alpheratz thought it was a bit weird that you napped nearly as much as him… More than himself sometimes but never questioned it. It was nice having a nap buddy, someone who didn’t nag him for sleeping so often.

After a while he began to expect you to show up at specific nap locations, he’d bring a spare neck pillow just in case you needed one. And a spare blanket.

Sometimes he’d catch you rubbing at your knees or ankles as if they hurt but when he’d as if something happened you’d say you were just a little tired.

When you would yawn constantly throughout the day despite having napped alongside him he suspected something may be wrong, occasionally checking your health with his magic but not totally understanding what he saw. Alpheratz began to look into possibilities while you napped in the library with him.

He never really kept his appearance up so when you looked messy it didn’t really phase him, though he’d ask teasingly if your messy hair was some sort of new trend.

Finding out

Slept through the meeting assuming it’d be something unimportant- immediately regretted it after Pollux filled him in after he asked you about your mobility aid while the three of you were out at a sweets shop. Alpheratz had been downright staring at your forearm crutches the entire way there, with a very concerned expression.

Pollux scolds Alpheratz- they bicker a little. It’s cute. Then Alpheratz shoves some gummy worms into Pollux’s mouth to shut him up. Pollux stares Alpheratz down, crossing his arms, frowning, and furrowing his brow as he slowly chews the gummy worms.

After finding out

Now he knows what’s wrong and has a better grasp of just what his magic was showing him when he checked up on you.

From then on when you’d nap together Alpheratz made it a habit to check your physical health status using his magic, just to make sure you were ok. Sometimes he would check in to make sure you took your medication, knowing how forgetful you can be.

When he could, Alpheratz would join you, Arcturus, and Pollux for lunch, to spend time with you and make sure you took your meds.

Sometimes, if you seemed more tired than usual or if he saw you over-exerting yourself he’d just pick you up and take you to a comfy spot to nap. After the first few times, you weren’t so surprised. But the first time… You nearly kicked him between the legs and punched his face- in your defense, you didn’t know it was him, AND like wtf- you both laughed it off.

Both of you worked together to make a little “club room” in the back of the library, you both deemed it the Nap Club Tent. It was a sizeable tent- (you guess the only reason the school allowed you to get away with this was because Alpheratz’s grandfather wanted Alpheratz to warm up to him) inside the tent were plenty of blankets, pillows, and a well-padded floor. Some plushies too, those were purely your touch at first, then Alpheratz added some that he thought you’d like.

Sometimes Alpheratz would offer to help you get ready for the day, a slight blush on his cheeks, then he would quickly offer to hire someone else to help care for you if you wanted.

When you’d go out as a group with Arcturus and Pollux for breakfast he would sometimes join, offering to pay for you and the others though sometimes he’d get up extra early just to take you out by himself.

Arcturus

Before finding out

Arcky found it odd that you would yawn so often, and how you seemed to occasionally limp, but if he pointed it out you’d brush it off and adjust your posture and how you walked. He’d frown, he wasn't sure what was going on but how you acted gave him a bad feeling.

Sometimes when you looked incredibly drowsy while standing he would ask if you needed to sit down with furrowed brows, just what weren’t you telling him?

When he would ask if something was wrong you’d change the topic with ease, Arcturus couldn’t remember what he’d asked after talking about some other random thing.

He had asked Spica if he noticed it as well… Which led Spica to ask you which kicked off the conversation.

Began occasionally stopping by your dorm in the mornings if he was free after seeing how messy and tired you looked most days, offering to help you prepare for the day. He helped when he could though he would often ask you why you looked so tired.

Finding out

Spica explains the situation to him first, being the only other Fili Pferer & Spica’s most trusted confidant. Arcturus was a little worried and sad that you hadn’t told him personally but understood it was probably difficult to talk about. Still pouted a little. But only a little!

After finding out

He helped to explain your disability to Vega and Pollux with Spica.

Later he ran into Sirius… After being chased by that big black dog!! Scary!! He updated Sirius on the recent meeting, assuming he’d just been too busy with missions to show up! Why else would his friend miss the meeting, he must’ve had a good reason! Though Arcky didn’t push Sirius to tell him why he’d missed the meeting.

Arcturus would constantly check up on you whenever he could. (when random Fili Pfere sorcerers weren’t dragging him around) Sometimes he’d go overboard and continue to ask you what he could do to help till you told him you were alright, only then would he stop and sigh in relief.

He likes to offer to make food for you, get you a drink, or sometimes he will just leave a snack with a cute little note wishing you well if he finds you napping. (with a little smiley face)

Will also cover you with a blanket and place a pillow beneath your head VERY CAREFULLY if you don’t already have a blanket and/or pillow.

Might gaze at you for a while if you doze off while hanging out with him before sputtering if you ask him why he was staring.

Began to make it a point to stop by your dorm in the morning to help you prepare for the day whenever he was free, knowing that sometimes just keeping up with your hair and skin care was difficult. Then he would walk with you to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Loves having breakfast with you and Pollux, he wishes the others would join you all more often!! Super excited and happy when everyone or almost everyone shows up!!

Vega

Before finding out

Vega arrived at the meeting right on time to Spica, Pollux, and Arcturus’s surprise. He felt that he should be there, for this particular meeting.

It was plain to see that you weren’t getting enough sleep, the bags under your eyes were telling and the yawning at 9 a.m.! Your symptoms stressed Vega out quite a bit to the point he would constantly be on you about getting plenty of sleep.

Might force you to go back to bed if you doze off during breakfast.

After Spica’s explanation at the meeting

Vega is incredibly worried about you. However, the way he shows this feels more like a nagging older sibling. Sometimes he would give you harsh lectures when you push yourself a little too far.

One time he offered to carry you when you felt too tired to walk, your knees hurting, but when he tried- he apologized so many times after you both fell. His cheeks were utterly red when he looked up at you, atop him, before you got up. From then on, when he was with you he made sure no one blocked your path.

“ MAKE WAY SUMMONER IS TIRED “

If you ever decided to bring up that one time he tried to carry you he’d just DIE.

Constantly offers to carry anything he can for you just to take some of the weight off your shoulders. He will do whatever he can to help.

Grumpy if he can’t have breakfast with you by himself. Might try to drag you away, if only he could. Will not respond to anyone unless the topic is you. Or if he is talking to you.

Sirius

Before finding out

Sirius didn’t say much, other than teasing you over just what could be keeping you up to make you that tired. “Were you thinking of me last night Summoner~? I’m so flattered~”

Sometimes he would drag you about with him on a random mission or just more fun which hurt your joints a LOT, when you would tell him you needed to slow down and rest he would tell you to keep pushing forward if you ever want to build your endurance. Not giving what you said or your actions a second thought as he brushed you off.

It certainly stung each time he’d brush you off so you began to give him the cold shoulder if he tried to drag you along one of his schemes.

After Arcturus’s explanation

Spica didn’t specify what the meeting was about beforehand so he just skipped it. Or maybe he would’ve anyway? He’s busy, but with what? O-o sus.

When Arcturus showed up, with the black dog playfully giving chase, he was told what the meeting was about. Though he brushed Arcturus off at first. But when Arcturus mentioned that it was about you, Sirius listened.

How’d he not notice sooner? When thinking back, it seemed quite obvious…

Your pained expression to the sheer amount of times you dozed off… You even told him you needed a break so many times and he just brushed you off… He swore at himself for not thinking more about your health. Adding to the list of things he loathes about himself.

After finding out

Sirius was noticeably more careful around you, not yanking you about or pushing you to keep up with him. Instead, he would pull you into little hidden nooks to hide or teleport away with you in his arms, to hide from the other Sorcerers when he blew something up again.

Slowly you warmed up to him after he began to actually listen to you, but you were always at least a little wary of his intent.

To make up for his carelessness he spoiled you as much as you would let him for a good month, he swore to get you anything if you’d forgive him but you just wanted him to understand and that he did. And still got you things he knew you liked.

If you felt too tired to apply makeup(if you wear that), nail polish, clean your face, and or fix your hair in the morning he’d be there to help, offering to do so when you looked worse for wear and insisting that you call him whenever if you need help getting ready for the day ahead at any time! He would be there, anything for his Summoner.

Sirius also just loved to get to do your hair and nails, and help you choose out a cute outfit for the day! Totally didn’t attempt to peek at you changing like a perv. Denies it after he was caught. Doesn’t try again, but teases you, asking if you’d give him a show.

Beats Alpheratz at getting up early just to take you out to breakfast first, will tease him about it if Alpheratz asks where you’ve been.

Sirius ends up taking you to breakfast quite often when he isn’t out on a mission, sitting beside you with his hand on yours.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight pollux #artw #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #twilight arcana arcturus #twilight arcana vega #disability #disabilityrep #disability representation #rheumarthritis #rheumatoid arthritis

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ena341polaris · 1 month ago

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Guys what if I wrote a fanfic and instead of dating the main cast (vega, spica , Sirius ect) you dated someone from the side cast like castor or rigel??? And how the artw boys would react

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight oc #arcana twilight mc #artw

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lupusmajorinsheepsclothing · 1 year ago

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How Alpheratz reacts to the cast being found sleeping!

Because sleep is very sacred to our favorite sorcerer, and he cares more than he lets on

Below the cut bc this is long~

Spica

He finds Spica having fallen asleep at his desk, his neck turned dangerously to the side and threatening to flop over

Spica is only annoying when he's awake, Alpheratz figures

The air around Spica is very quiet when he sleeps. Alpheratz likes that. He likes the content silence, only broken by Spica's soft breathing

Silently, he takes a blanket and covers Spica with it, balling up his own jacket and sliding it under Spica's head as a pillow so he won't fall

Sleep is sacred, and Spica gets far too little of it

He sits there and listens to the sound of Spica's sleep, watching the sun go down

Spica almost looks innocent, young, when he sleeps

He leaves, eventually, but be leaves feeling calmer and more refreshed than when he had gone in

Arcturus

Arcturus is so loud and full of energy all the damn time that Alpheratz has half a mind to check if the kid is still breathing when he finds him sleeping in a meadow

Believing Arcturus had been felled somehow was much more probable than him having just laid down for a quick nap, but thats what seemed to have happened

They were far away from the school, so far that no one could possibly cry for help loud enough for Arcturus to hear

Maybe, Alpheratz thinks, that's the point

Arcturus had tucked his uniform jacket underneath his head to sleep, his hands curled into semi fists like a dozing infant

He was incredibly cute like this, more innocent than usual. That is, he would have been, if Arcky didn't turn out to be a frownie sleeper

Face drawn in a scowl that Alpheratz had never seen Arcturus pull when he was awake, the young sorcerer slept silently

Alpheratz settled beside him back against the tree, Arcturus somewhat leaning into his lap

He dozed off himself, lulled to sleep by the perfect day, slight breeze, and busy silence of nature

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up, Arcturus was still sleeping-

But his hand, previously empty and only half fisted, was now squeezing Alpheratz finger tightly, as though afraid to let go.

Night had fallen already, they weren't getting home any time soon

As silently as possible, Alpheratz cast a spell of warmth over them both, and allowed himself to drift back to sleep once more

Vega

Alpheratz had always been of the opinion that if you'd stuck a lump of coal up Vega's ass, you'd have a diamond in two weeks

That is to say, he wasn't the kind of kid one expected to be sleeping in public

And really, he wasn't actually sleeping. It was more like some indiscriminate amount of time ago, someone in Kamargo the violent bastards that they were had beaten Vega in a duel, and left him lying here

The dried blood on his uniform, sword scratches in the dirt, and general air of pompousness in the air confirmed Alpheratz's theory

He didn't like to be helpful, but seeing one of the youngest of their little group alone and injured did weigh on Alpheratz's heart

Carefully looking around to make sure no one was nearby, Alpheratz carefully, gently took Vega into his arms and teleported into his room, setting Vega down on his bed and immediately beginning his healing magic

Alpheratz hated using healing magic and had never grown tired of complaining how his idiot grandfather never took the initiative to train more and more healing sorcerers

But much like the Kamargos, no sorcerer would rather heal than hurt. It took too much of their pride away

Vega's eyes scrunched up in pain, and Alpheratz' heart skipped a beat.

He only breathed again once Vega was all healed, his intense focus finally wavering.

Finally, Vega looked at peace

Feeling exhausted from the intense focus and magic use, Alpheratz shrugged and crawled into bed next to Vega, pulling the covers over himself and the kid

At least his latent magic overflow could aid Vega in his recovery this close

When he awoke, Vega was still there, but this time cuddled into Alpheratz chest

Fighting the smile that wanted to grow on his face, the man got up and resolved to go buy some sort of chicken soup to help his little former-human recover

Pollux

Pollux was just a boy, and that meant that as long as the lecture was boring enough, he could fall asleep anywhere

Luckily for Pollux, Alpheratz was not Spica. He wouldn't scold his little boy for something as minor as sleeping through a lecture

With a swift flip of the page in his book, they were both teleported outside, in the warm and wide branches of Alpheratz's favorite napping tree

At the sudden movement, Pollux wavered dangerously- but there was nothing to worry about. Alpheratz had him tucked away safely in his arms before his body could even think about hurtling towards the ground

Pollux sank into Alpheratz's arms immediately, his snoring getting even louder, as though he sensed it was *really* nap time now

Alpheratz chuckled to himself, brushing the hair out of Pollux's face so he could get a better look at the soft, pale features of the second sorcerer of Gemini

He didn't have any heart to wake this kid at all, his little boy

Content to nap his day away, Alpheratz pulled off Pollux's uniform jacket to make the kid more comfortable, and then wrapped them both in Alpheratz's, his magic keeping them both warm, drowsy, and unbothered

When Pollux awoke, he was so shocked at the situation and who's chest he'd been drooling on while he napped that he fell out of the tree

But that's alright, because Alpheratzs was right there to heal the bump on his noggin

Sirius

Alpherats thought he'd see the coming of the second great disaster before he saw Sirius sleeping

Frankly, Alpheratz considered himself lucky he ever saw Sirius at all. If the man did not want to be seen, he wouldn't be seen. End of.

Sirius, notorious for disappearing at the best and worst times, always where he shouldn't be, never where he should, and no one could ever find proof

He was also a notorious gossip

Alpheratz happened upon him by complete accident. There was a small alcove over the cafeteria, next to the vents, where bread and other non perishables were stored.

The cook on duty was short and old, so Alpheratz was up there trying to locate the oldest loaf when he saw him

Curled up into a tight little ball, ear pressed to an open vent and eyes contently shut, hidden behind a stack of jam jars, was Sirius

From up here, one could hear all the gossip in the cafeteria just by sitting close to the vent

No wonder Sirius knew everything. If someone wanted food, they either had to eat in the cafeteria or go all the way to town, and everyone at in the cafeteria at least once a week

Absent-mindedly, Alpheratz teleports the bread down and crawls over to Sirius, amazed that the sorcerer hadn't woken up immediately to begin cracking his snide comments and deverting jokes

Snoring peacefully, more innocent than Alpheratz had ever seen him, Sirius didn't move an inch. He just slept curled into his tight little ball, dead to the world

It probably wasn't the safest for anyone, least of all someone like Sirius, to sleep in the Queen Tet dorm. The thought made Alpheratz sad, for some reason

Sirius wasn't innocent though, and he wasn't an inexperienced sorcerer. He'd wake up if Alpheratz so much as breathed too close, forget trying to teleport him somewhere more comfortable.

For the first time, Alpheratz felt he truly wasn't acquainted with Sirius, like he'd found a stranger sleeping instead of a friend

He didn't even know why Sirius slept up here, why he didn't feel safe in the Queen Tet dorm, why he slept curled up so tightly

He wanted to feel closer to the kid

Half his suspicion over Sirius was because he was so hard to read; innocent and good people wore their hearts on their sleeves

But seeing Sirius curled up so tightly, almost like a kicked puppy, tugged at Alpheratz's heart more than he'd like to admit

Carefully, he laid down next to Sirius, and let himself doze off to sleep

They awoke together, when a sharp clang came from the cafeteria below.

Sirius looked more surprised to see Alpheratz there than at the noise. Alpheratz just slowly blinked at him, and in a sign of more trust than Sirius probably deserved, he closed his eyes once more

Sirius did the same

After that, Alpheratz felt he knew Sirius just a little, very little bit better

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