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@gentapprentices Gentleman Apprentice Week Day 6
(boy)Friends to Lovers— how do your apprentice and their LI celebrate their love?
I wanted to add some other masc apprentices too!! They’re all really wonderful artists and people and i’m really happy to be able to include them!! ;w;;
Illian belongs to @lazyvoyager Zarco belongs to @apprenticefrombulan Andonis belongs to @idiotwerewolf Tashi belongs to @bastart13 and Kimoni belongs to @emilenn!!
Being akoiromantic, to put it bluntly, sucks. You could want so desperately to be in love with someone. And, when it seems like the norm to be in a relationship you feel left out. You just can’t bring yourself to find interest in someone romantically. Or even worse, when someone you do like comes along, the second you try to commit yourself all of those romantic feelings disappear. It’s a constant cycle of wanting but being unable to give.
Asra always knew that Desmond can’t express emotions as freely as he could. But, seeing him cry when he tried to tell Asra how he felt, it just about broke his heart. For the longest time some part of Desmond kept holding him back from expressing his love for Asra. The most he could manage were little gestures: not flinching when Asra held his hand, making sure breakfast was always ready for when he woke up, checking up on Asra when he spends hours dozing, etc. The idea of romance was just too daunting, too much to even consider.
But Asra still loved him. He still loved the was Desmond would try to hide his smiles. He loved when he’d catch Desmond nuzzling into the scarf he gave him. For all his flaws, Asra couldn’t bring himself to love anyone else.
It took some time to understand but eventually they became unofficial partners. Every bit of romance that they could comfortably fit into their relationship they did. And, when it became to much, they took a break to gather their feelings and came back with a clear heart and head.
Just like Asra’s parents taught him, there’s so much more to love than just romance. It’s so deep, so complex that it can’t be summarized into just one meaning. Desmond and Asra might not be able to put it into words either, but they understand that what they have, is just that: Love.
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Day One: Magic Man
Andrico: experienced apothecary, certified potions master, studied chemist. An expert in his own right. But even experts make mistakes.
“Are they even?”
Andrico turned from the mirror and looked to his friend mournfully. Jasna, who had been thumbing through a book, gave him a quick once over. She grimaced.
“No, but eyebrows are sisters, not twins.”
He allowed his head to slump forward in defeat. He had a date tonight and it wouldn’t do to show up eyebrowless. Maybe he could send Ralphie with a note cancelling? He was looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with his boyfriend after a busy week but he had his pride, damn it! No one looked good without eyebrows, great bone structure or not.
Jasna moved from the sofa to kneel in front of him at his vanity. With a quiet ‘let me try’ she wiped off his attempt and grabbed the kohl from his hand.
“How did you even manage to burn off your eyebrows,” she asked as she began to map them out.
“Well, do you remember those potions I’m making for your and Asra’s shop? Well it has fire root in it and fire root degrades rapidly in its raw form, so I decided to refine it.”
Jasna looked up at him with a droll look. “You wanted to refine fire root?”
“Theoretically it should have worked,” he continued. “Fire root tends to run acidic and a simple alkaline should have been enough to make it easier to refine.”
“But…”
“But it seems that fire root is a little more volatile than I anticipated. So when I went to refine it…”
Andrico motioned vaguely to his eyebrows. Jasna sighed but made no further comment. They sat in silence as Jasna continued her work. After a few more minutes, Jasna patted his knee to alert him she was done. Andrico gazed in the mirror to find a far more natural looking brow than the blocks he had drawn on his face earlier.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely.
“No problem, just do us both a favor and stop treating magic like one of your experiments.”
Andrico smiled. “No promises Jasna. After all, magic is just science we haven’t discovered yet.”
#the arcana#gentapprentice#fan apprentice#the arcana mc#andrico the soft chaos boy#gentapprentice week#abby's adventures in fic
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Start of Gentleman Apprentices Week!
Magic Man — What type of magic they specialise in
Tashi’s a tailor, specialising in modifying clothes to his client’s requests. While it can be stadard refitting, he uses his skills in magic and alchemy to add special effects such as heat resistance, colour changing, or even a simple magical shimmer. He’s trained over the years so the effects are potent and long-lasting, and he gets good reviews!
Aside from material magic, he uses it to propel his wheelchair in tough terrains and he has a mental connection with his familiar to the point where they can communicate over distances.
#gentapprentice#the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana oc#fan apprentice#art#now wait over this week where i have to figure out how to draw tashi's face from different angles
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Day Three: For The Boys A Celebration of Your Apprentice’s Friendships
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Some relationships have their seeds planted decades beforehand, without either even knowing.
Following on from yesterday’s prompt surrounding backstories, I kept thinking about what Alexander’s friendships were like pre-canon and when he was little, which then made me wonder... what if on his childhood travels he struck up a brief, blithe friendship with someone who would be very important to him later in life? Serendipity indeed!
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Saturday August 15th: Day 7 prompt
Dear Husband—your apprentice’s wedding or married life
Weddings have always been a... complicated affair in Ember's eyes. For most of his life he considered weddings to be awful, binding, contractual things that he wanted no part of. It was even worse when it came to marrying back into the royal peerage, Lucio was a Count after all. Lucios first proposal was a very...Lucio way of proposing if you catch my drift. Flowers, people, pressure, and it did not go over well.
How dare he?
How dare Ember stand in front of everyone and reject Lucio? How dare Ember embarrass him like that?
But Ember had some compelling frustrations as well.
How dare Lucio propose to someone he basically just met? How dare he do it in front of all of Vesuvia? With all that pressure...how could he jump right back into a marriage as if his first one meant nothing?
How could he embarrass Nadia like that?
They'd never fought so bad for so long.
It almost ended them.
Surprisingly it was Lucio who became the bigger person when it came to the prospect of them breaking up over it. He decided as long as Ember was in his life then it didn't matter that Lucio couldn't call him his Viscount.
If a wedding does happen for them, which Ember has grown enough to no longer denounce the possibility of, then it is far in the future. It is after a lot of things have been thought through for both of them. Years of work would be required to reach the level of understanding it would take. Lucio's first marriage was not as ideal as he would've liked, and he is determined to get it right this time.
The day he plans to propose he is wrecked with nervousness. What if they fight again? What if Ember still doesn't want to? All his worries are for not when Ember beats him to the punch the day before he planned the big event.
"You still wanna get married?"
Naturally, Lucio is furious he got one-uped and even more furious that Ember said it so casually...like it meant nothing
Ember explains that his words weren't a proposal, simply the beginning of a discussion. One he might be ready to have.
They speak for a long time, they speak about many things.
And in the end.
They hardly even remembered the ceremony
#the arcana#fan apprentice#apprentice ember#gentapprentice#this whole week was so fun#im sad its over#i hope you people like my comics#they only cost me my soul
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Day 3 Prompt: For the Boys (And Asra)
A celebration of your apprentice’s friendships
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Asra - Ihsan considers Asra as someone between little sibling he never had, student, mentor, and good friend. Ihsan met Asra his first day in Vesuvia. Fresh off the boat and with very little time on his hands, Ihsan had been heading to his aunt’s to pay his respects when he came across Asra. The teenager’s magic and control impressed Ihsan and his personality sealed the deal. Ihsan mentioned Asra to his aunt, who would eventually take him on as a shopkeeper. Asra and Ihsan met in the intervening years mostly at Ihsan’s aunt’s biweekly teas. Asra took care of her when she started to sicken and Ihsan would always be grateful. In return, Ihsan passed control of the shop to Asra. The two of them nowadays just like to hang out and shoot the breeze together in their precious free time.
Julian - Julian came highly recommended by Princess Nazali so it’s not at all surprising Ihsan eventually met and befriended the doctor. Ihsan appreciates his brilliance and dedication, Julian appreciates Ihsan’s people skills and ability to cut through the bullshit. While they aren’t drinking buddies, Ihsan and Julian have been known to get up to some high brow philosophy/ethics discussions or increasingly ridiculous magical experimentation when they’ve had a bit too much.
Valerius - His royal wineness, Ihsan’s best enemy, is the only member of Lucio’s court Ihsan can stand for more than five minutes. Valerius thinks Ihsan is too stiff and uncompromising, Ihsan thinks Valerius has the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair. Yet somehow through their years of sniping [before Ihsan left palace, caught the plague, and died] a grudging respect and friendship developed. After Ihsan’s return [which confused the fuck out of Valerius, I don’t think he knew that Ihsan had been dead but him coming back to the palace was definitely a sign to Valerius that Nadia was Paying Attention and oh shit, they might actually ferret me out], Ihsan basically devoted himself to turning Valerius into a respectable servant of the people again, mostly because after the whole route, Nadia needs all the competent, capable people she can get and, moral backbone aside, Valerius is one such person.
Silas (and Portia) - Silas is Ihsan’s anger translator. While Ihsan feels compelled to be diplomatic, polite, and respectful, Silas doesn’t. This pair frequently gets together to bitch about the ridiculousness of nobility, corrupt court politics, the latest hat fashions, and the necessity of hope and idealism in the face of horror. Portia and Silas are together and she introduced the gents not too long after Nadia’s route resolves. Ihsan considers Silas a long lost brother.
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holy shiznit i can’t believe i almost missed day 1 of @gentapprentices week, “Magic Man”!
Jamie specializes in the magic of shapeshifting, physically able to turn his body into the body of an animal he has seen and knows well. His animal of choice is usually a wolf, as the trouble with this magic is that the farther it is from his physical form, the more painful it is to become it (i.e. it would probably kill Jamie to try to turn into a worm, but a wolf is something closer to his original form so it doesn’t hurt as bad to shapeshift into - think Animorphs).
This bled out naturally into illusion magic and prestidigitation abilities, such as deepening shadows, once he started to learn more about magic under more proper channels later on. :0)
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GentApprentice Week "(boy)Friends to Lovers"- On physical intimacy with their LI
Whoooops this took a long time 😅 Illain has an idea that something existed between him and Asra before he lost his memory, buuut he wasn't exactly sure what. Asra, ever enigmatic, hadn't been exactly crystal clear about it.
#gentapprentice#illain#asra#ive been wanting to do this one for a while but man im bad at finishing sequenced art 😅#enjoy~
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🖤💜Official Prompt and Rule List for Nonbinary Apprentice Appreciation Week 🤍💛
Prompts Are:
Sunday, September 6th - Gifted Child: Apprentice’s Backstory & Pre-plague Life
Monday, September 7th - Nonbinary Refinery: Apprentice’s Clothes, Appearance, and Gender Affirming Choices
Tuesday, September 8th - Transcendent Love: Apprentice Meeting their LI & Falling in Love
Wednesday, September 9th - Magician’s Best Friend: Apprentice’s familiar or other pets
Thursday, September 10th - Master Magician: Apprentice’s Magical skills and capabilities
Friday, September 11th - Beloved Spouse: Apprentice’s Marriage or Wedding to their LI
Saturday, September 12th - Magically Ever After: Apprentice’s Life post story & their future
How to join in the fun?
Simple, create content for an Apprentice/OC for The Arcana that falls under the umbrella for nonbinary identities. This content can be whatever you want, all will be reblogged so long as it does not violate the rules mentioned above (For example: No stolen art) so long as it features an original nonbinary character. If you wish to use someone else’s nonbinary character please ask for explicit permission first.
Tag this content with #ENBYMCWEEK2020 or @enbymagicianweek or submit it to here for it to be shared
What can’t I do?
Above is our list of rules that are as follows: No traced or stolen content, Be respectful, Event will be 18+ (Sorry Minors its just to be safe!), Be mindful of other people’s ID’s and their oc’s, misgendering will not be tolerated, and most importantly have fun!
Have a masc apprentice? Check out @gentapprentices and keep an eye out for our sister event for trans femme oc’s
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@gentapprentices Gentleman Apprentice Week Day 6
Dear Husband—your apprentice’s wedding or married life
The idea of marriage was mostly Ame’s idea. Muriel and Ame, after making their partnership official, had a sort of unspoken engagement. They never sealed their relationship with rings or had any big proposal, instead they just quietly agreed that they would commit themselves to each other. Asra was the one to break the question about marriage. While Muriel wasn’t exactly thrilled over the idea of a big celebration, Ame really did love the idea of having a small ceremony. There was only one problem: with Ame’s memory loss and the Kokhuri gone, neither of them had any idea on where to start in what their wedding should include.
They took to Ame’s shop first. His Aunt had left all kinds of family heirlooms and books when she passed down the shop’s ownership to Ame. In his youth, Ame also had a tendency to write in journals or to scribble details that he found interesting about certain topics. Oscar helped find the first clue in an old cedar chest in the corner of Ame’s bedroom. His father’s wedding coat neatly tucked away with colored powder stained into the fabric. The Kokhuri traditions were much harder to figure out. Ame and Muriel jogged their memories for whatever clues might’ve hid in the tapestries at Khamgalai’s hut. A few scrolls in the depths of the library did have some clues from explorers who tried to make sense of all the mysterious tribes in the southern tip of the world. They even visited Khamgalai in the arcane realms for help and she was able to piece everything together. They ended up skipping a few steps in both of their family’s customs, mostly because it didn’t exactly make sense to reintroduce each other nor ask for the other’s hand in marriage when they had already agreed to it. They didn’t want to be separated either, a tradition that goes back to Ame’s family that requires the spouses to not have any contact for three days. Instead they settled for the ceremonial traditions. Before their vows they announced their love with colored powder, each representing a different characteristic they liked about each other. With each vow they took turns drinking from the same cup, sealing their unity. Rehema (Oscar’s mother), Aisha and Salim acted as unofficial parents and witnesses to their marriage. The after-party was mostly Nadia’s work. She laid out a massive feast in the palace gardens. Dancing and music filled the evening while Asra helped amuse the small crowd with flashy magic. Ame and Muriel did end up sneaking off at one point just to wander the maze and enjoy each other’s company. Muriel would grumble that there were too many people, but he really did enjoy every moment of their wedding.
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Day 2: His Daddy’s Son
May I interest you some angst?
"Papa, do you love me?”
Andrico can count on one hand how many times he has asked that question. He remembers asking once when he only reached up to father’s knee, frustrated with all the attention his new baby sister was getting. The next was when he was ten after being caught tailing Augustine soldiers (“Glorified thugs, his grandfather would bite out) down the road, curious as to why they were searching his neighbor's homes. He had never seen his father so angry before, not even when he and his siblings were at their worst. It scared him a little. He had yet to see him so angry again. The third time he asked was when he ran off to fight in the war full of youth and hope.
Each time he asked his father gave the same answer: “Yes, Dridri I love you. How could I not?”. His father had answered this between peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses. When he wrapped his arm around his shoulder, his tired eyes stern yet soft. His father said it even through his tears as he begged him not to go. But now?
Andrico stared out into the crowd gathered to watch his punishment. Where was Papa now? The only faces he recognized was his weeping mother leaning against his younger brother Jacques. His father was nowhere to be found.
The little boy within him began to cry.
Papa, do you love you?
There was no answer this time.
#the arcana#gentapprentice#fan apprentice#andrico the soft chaos boy#masc apprentice#the arcana mc#gentapprentice week
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Jamil, Camia and Leon (ft. Nasmira and Alec) | Machine
This is ridiculously long I am so sorry. Used the Day 3 prompt from the @gentapprentices Gentleman Apprentices Week: For the Boys. We’ve got the whole band here, plus Nasmira, in their first meeting with Alec as a sneaky street kid!
Title: Machine by MISTERWIVES 3.6 k words
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As the Firentian ship pulled into Prakra’s docks, three musicians leapt overboard with nothing more than their instruments and the clothes on their backs, racing each other to the land.
Leon made it first, throwing himself onto the sparkling sands with a whoop. “Ah, solid ground!” He kicked off his shoes, digging his toes into the sand with a satisfied sigh. “No more stupid rolling seas.”
“Don’t get too comfortable; we’re going to have to take another ship to get to Venterre and meet up with everyone again,” Camia said, shifting her violin case in her arms as she ignored his cries of protest. “Besides, as ships go that one wasn’t too bad. The food was good.”
Standing next to Camia, Jamil shuddered, guitar slung over his back, and a grimace crossing his face. “It was edible, which is more than I can say for the last dingy boat we were on.”
“Not everyone has as refined tastes, as you, Jamil,” Leon laughed, sitting up, his dark hair still trailing on the ground behind him. “Roasted fish may seem like a step-down from whatever you had at the palace growing up, but it’s leagues above my old meals of weeks-old bread and mushy fruit.”
Camia laughed, reaching down to help Leon stand, brushing some sand off his shoulders and the bag he had over his shoulders. “Don’t tease him too much; it’s not his fault he has delicate taste buds.”
Rolling his eyes, Jamil sighed and started walking away from his friends. “Come on, let’s get a move on. Don’t wanna be here longer than we have to.” The excitement of being off a rocking ship was quickly fading, as the longer he stood in Prakra, the heavier the weight on his shoulders grew.
“Hey.” Camia caught up to his side, sliding her hand in his. “It’ll be okay. We’re just going to see what your parents want and then leave, like we planned. With any luck we’ll be on the earliest ship out tomorrow.” Leon took Jamil’s other hand, swinging their arms rhythmically as the three walked further from the docks and into the kingdom.
Jamil nodded, squeezing both of their hands. “I know. Just—I wish I didn’t have to play the dutiful son anymore. I wish they would just cut me off completely already. I know they want to.”
“I mean, I’m surprised they didn’t cut you off when you ran away.” Leon said. “I would have thought that would be enough, but, hey, what do I know about parents?” Camia snorted and Jamil groaned, which was about the reaction Leon had expected.
Before either of them could retort, a carriage pulled up in front of them. The three exchanged nervous glances, and Jamil feared the worst, very much wanting the ground to swallow him up and deposit him back into the Emerald Sea.
“Jamil!” To his surprise, and immediate relief, the person who stepped out of the carriage was none other than Nasmira, his cousin. Well, technically she was his cousin, once removed, but they had never cared for the specifics. She exited the carriage with her usual royal grace but threw that to the side to envelop him in a strong, warm hug.
“M-Mira,” he gasped out, hearing his friends chuckle behind him. “It’s good to see you.”
She pulled away to pinch his cheeks, and he fought back a scowl. “You never come by to visit,” she exclaimed in Prakran with a small pout. “So, when I heard your parents finally got a hold of you, I had to come greet you!”
“Thanks, Mira.” He did feel a little bit better that she was there. Aside from Nadia, Nasmira had always been the cousin he got along with best. “So, you’re our escort?”
“I am! Camia, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” she said, switching to the common Vesuvian tongue as she gave the other woman a wink. Jamil didn’t need to look at his friend to know she was returning the wink, and he groaned inwardly. “But I don’t believe we’ve met?” Her attention was turned to Leon, who stepped forward.
“I can only assume I’m in the presence of royalty, so please forgive my humble appearance.” He bowed dramatically, his long hair sweeping the ground. “I am Leon.”
Nasmira giggled behind her hand as Jamil rolled his eyes. “Oh, how charming. It is good to meet you, Leon. You are correct; I am one of Prakra’s Princesses, but please, just call me Nasmira.”
Leon stood straight, extending his hand in her general direction. “I would like that very much, Nasmira.” She took it with a smile, and Jamil cleared his throat.
“Not that I’m in any particular hurry to see my parents, but I know I’m in for enough of an ear-full already. Should we head over?”
“Ah, yes!” Nasmira took Camia’s hand in her free one and pulled the two of them into the carriage, Jamil following behind. “Come in, come in.”
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The ride to his parent’s estate was a long one, as they lived closer to the Star Lakes than the Emerald Sea, but Nasmira at least made the ride enjoyable. She regaled his friends with tales from their childhood, and they both had equally embarrassing stories that kept Leon and Camia doubled over laughing. And if Jamil faded out of the conversation, his thoughts turning to his parents, someone would reach out to pull him back in again—whether it was Leon’s hand squeezing his, or Camia’s, or Nasmira calling him back into the discussion. But all too soon, the cold stone estate was in front of them, and the carriage slowed to a stop.
Jamil stepped out first, steeling his expression as a servant came out to welcome him.
“Master Jamil, your parents requested you change before your meeting with them.”
Jamil clicked his tongue but held his retort back. “Fine.” He waved at his friends over his shoulder. “Go on, get comfortable. I shouldn’t be too long.”
He didn’t look back to see them, but he felt their nervousness regardless. He followed the servant through the hallways to his old room, where they stopped by his bed, an elegant, ruby colored outfit laid out for him.
“Do you require assistance, sir?”
“Do I… no, no. Thank you.” He waved them off, and they bowed, leaving his room. He suppressed a violent shudder as the door closed behind him, half expecting it to lock him inside. With a heavy sigh he pulled his guitar over his shoulder, lying it gently on his bed, and changed out of his comfortable traveling outfit of a white tunic and dark pants into the ornate toga his parents had provided. He had just finished dressing when a knock at the door startled him. “Yes?” he called, grabbing his guitar as he headed towards the door.
“Thought you might need an escort to Mama and Baba’s office,” a familiar voice said, and Jamil threw open his bedroom door to see Mia, his younger sister, though she looked quite different from how he remembered. Her hair trailed down her back in a long, dark braid that almost touched the floor, and she was practically to his shoulders now, her green eyes—like his and their father’s—sparkling.
“Mia!” He stood in the doorway, looking her up and down. “Gods, you’ve grown.”
“Hm, you’re still the same,” she said, but with a smile that showed off the small gap between her front teeth. “That’s a nice color on you; Hakim picked well.”
Jamil started, glancing down at his outfit. “Hakim picked this? I thought it was our parents.”
Mia nodded, looping her arm in his as they started walking down the hall. “It was their idea, of course, but you should have seen the hideous purple they wanted to put you in. Hakim intervened at the last second.” She sighed, twirling a golden tassel on her own robe around her finger. “It would have washed you out.”
“Oh, and we can’t have that.”
She just laughed at his sarcastic remark, and all too soon they reached their parent’s office. She stopped in front of the doors and held his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Jamil, I don’t know what they’re going to say to you in there, but I want you to know that neither Hakim nor I are mad at you. We never have been.” Her voice lowered, and she looked angrily at the doors. “I know what Mama did to you, and I never blamed you for leaving. But I do miss you. Please don’t just disappear again.”
Jamil felt his heart swell and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his sister’s hand, smiling at her. “Thank you, Mia. I won’t disappear, I promise.”
“Better not,” she said, and after giving him a quick hug, disappeared back the way they came, leaving him alone in front of his parent’s office.
He let out a deep breath and straightened himself, pushing the doors open.
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“I’m free!” Jamil exclaimed, throwing his arms up to the sky.
“Yes, Jamil, we heard you the first five times,” Camia sighed, but she was smiling at him, her hand on Nasmira’s arm. “What did they actually say?”
Jamil laughed, strumming his guitar as they walked down the streets, mid-afternoon sun high above them. “That’s the best part—Mama never actually spoke. Baba did all of the talking, for once, and he just said he wanted me to be happy. Can you believe that?” He purposely left out the parts of the conversation where his parents made it very clear that they didn’t ever want to see him again, but he was too happy with the knowledge that they let him go to care about that.
Camia shrugged. “I’d say it sounds too good to be true, but they also wouldn’t lie about it.”
“I still wish I could have met them,” Leon said, and Jamil didn’t miss the glint in his eyes.
“Really don’t feel like getting banned from my own hometown, Lee, at least not yet,” Jamil said, and Leon laughed.
“I wouldn’t have done anything they could prove.”
“I’m happy it went well for you, Jamil,” Nasmira said, patting his back. “I’m not sure what you had planned next, but if you need a place to stay the night, you are always welcome at the palace.”
Leon’s face lit up, but Jamil was quick to intervene. “Thanks, Mira, but I think we could use the fresh air.”
“Speak for yourself,” Leon grumbled under his breath, just out of Nasmira’s earshot.
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us!” She said, pressing a kiss to Jamil’s cheek. “I’m afraid I must be going, but please do visit again soon. I know the rest of my sisters would love to see you as well.”
“I will,” he said, and hugged her.
Then it was just the three musicians again, and they started to slowly make their way back to the docks, taking in the sights and smells around them. Jamil was still playing around with his guitar, and he started humming one of their songs when he felt eyes on him.
“Don’t normally play a show without at least seeing my audience,” he said, and Camia gave him a strange look until a kid, a girl popped out in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere. Bright blue eyes latched onto his guitar, looking innocently up at him through dark eyelashes.
“What’s that?”
Jamil gave her what he hoped was an inviting smile. “My guitar.”
“You can play music on that?”
Camia laughed quietly next to him. “Listen,” he said, plucking out a few chords for the girl to hear, her eyes widening with every note. She shifted closer to him, tucking short, messy, dark hair behind her ears.
“That’s so cool.”
Jamil felt himself puff a little with pride, winking at the girl. “Well, thank you.”
“Can I…” she reached out towards the guitar, and he nodded, making to pull it over his shoulder when he noticed the shift in her expression. One hand on the neck of the guitar, she smirked, and with a snap of her fingers the guitar went flying over his head, sailing through the air. Before he could react, she was standing at the end of the alley, the guitar in hand, waving it at him. “Thanks!” And then she turned a corner, with his guitar.
“Wh—Hold on, wait—” He yelled after her, scrambling to give chase, and heard Camia and Leon following behind him. “What the hell are you doing with my guitar?!”
He chased her down alleys and streets, always just too far behind. Damn this outfit, he swore, still in the red toga from when he met with his parents. If I hadn’t changed—her laugh taunted him as she pulled further and further away until he couldn’t see her anymore. The three musicians came to a sudden stop, whipping around to try and spot her.
“She took my guitar!” Jamil cried.
“Yes, I saw that.” Camia said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t have let her touch it.”
“How was I supposed to know she was going to steal it?”
Camia rolled her eyes. “She’s obviously a street kid, Jamil, maybe try using common sense?”
Jamil whined, pulling at his hair. “How are we going to find her?”
“We can try the inner city, maybe she thought she could lose us there—”
“That’s huge! We’ll never find her—"
“I found her.”
Camia and Jamil blinked, turning to look at Leon, who had been uncharacteristically silent while they were speaking. “What did you say?” Camia asked.
Leon shrugged. “I found her.” He walked past his friends, patting them both on the shoulder sympathetically. “You two didn’t grow up on the streets, and it shows. She’s not going to be at the inner city; too many guards. I know exactly where she went.”
“Wh-how? You’ve never even been to Prakra before.” Jamil jogged to catch up with Leon, who was already a number of strides ahead of them.
Leon stopped abruptly, holding his hand out to keep Jamil from barreling into him. “I can feel her—well, her magic, at least. You don’t think a regular street kid was just able to pull your guitar over your shoulder without even touching you, do you?”
“Well, no, I guess not—”
Camia groaned, joining them. “Great, we’re dealing with a magical street kid now. Lee, where is she?”
Leon smiled, picking the pace up again as they wove through the city. “Right this way!”
It was almost night when they finally stopped, the sun starting to fall below the horizon. Leon stopped them in front of a crumbling building, in the middle of deserted street. Ruins from a past devastation. Jamil remembered an earthquake had torn this street apart before he left, though he had never actually seen the damage.
Stepping over broken bricks the three musicians made their way into what looked like an old shop, though long abandoned. Stairs in the back lead up, and they followed the spiraling staircase until they reached a hatch. Jamil eased it up slowly, taking in the room above him.
The dying sunlight poured in from a large hole in the wall, and numerous blankets, trinkets, and scraps of food littered the floor (all stolen, Jamil assumed). The light plucking of strings caught his attention, and he squinted in the direction of the sun, where the girl was sitting, holding his guitar.
She was copying the song he had been playing before, and he had to admit (although begrudgingly) that she had picked up on it well. He could hear Leon humming softly next to him and elbowed his friend, trying to figure out how to approach the girl.
“Ah, shit,” she said suddenly, her fingers slipping on the strings. Camia snorted, and the girl whipped her head around, leaping up. “Who’s there?”
Grumbling, Jamil threw the hatch open, pulling himself up into the room. The girl squeaked in surprise and held the guitar behind her back, unsuccessfully trying to hide it. “Found you, kid,” Jamil said, his hands on his hips as he stared at her. “Now give me back my guitar.”
The girl groaned, looking anywhere but at him as she slowly produced the guitar from behind her back, though she kept glancing at the hole behind her.
Jamil reached out and grabbed the neck of the guitar. “If you jump, so help me, I will kill you.”
She laughed, letting go. “As if you could catch me.”
“Hey, I found you here, didn’t I?”
Leon elbowed Jamil back as both him and Camia climbed up from the hatch. “I found her. You two were going to go to the inner city.”
“The inner city?” The girl wrinkled her nose. “Why would I be there? Too many stuffy rich people with their dumb guards.”
Leon grinned. “That’s exactly what I said, cub.”
She looked away, a blush on her cheeks, though she didn’t seem to object to the nickname. “So, now what? You gonna turn me in or something?”
“No, we got what we came for,” Camia said, sharing a glance with Jamil, who was still holding tightly to his guitar. “Kid, how long have you lived here?” She took in the state of the room around them. “I know this may be a stupid question, but are you alone?”
The girl shrugged, but there was a certain sadness in her voice when she spoke. “I mean, yeah. No one else wants to live here since the earthquake.”
“What about your parents?” Jamil asked, and Camia pinched his side, sending him a glare. “Ow, what?”
“They’re dead.” The girl’s bottom lip quivered as she said it, but she straightened herself within a second, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is this interrogation over?”
“Just a moment,” Leon said, gathering his friends into a tight huddle. Casting a quick silencing spell over them—which Jamil recognized by the slight shimmer in the air—he took his friends’ hands in his. “Jamil, can we take her with us, please?”
Jamil almost choked on his spit. “Wh-what?”
“We can’t just leave her here; she’s alone.”
“Uh, we can just leave her here—better yet, we can take her to Mira. She would have programs, people the kid can stay with. It’s kind of her job to take care of the people.”
“None of those programs are going to work for her,” Leon insisted, “and besides, she needs help with her magic. It’s really strong.”
Jamil shrugged, rolling his eyes. “I can’t feel any magic.”
Leon groaned, jabbing Jamil’s chest with his finger. “That’s because you have the magical senses of a dead fish, Jamil—Cami, help me out here!”
Camia sighed, putting her hand on Jamil’s shoulder. “Leon’s right—on both accounts. There’s a lot of magic in the air around her.”
Leon brightened, but before he could say anything else, Camia put a finger to his lips.
“Why don’t we ask her? Give her options. Our life isn’t exactly easy for a growing kid.”
Jamil and Leon both nodded, and the silencing spell disappeared. They turned to face the girl, who was standing right in front of them, blue eyes sparkling.
“What was that? How did you do that? Can I do that? Can you show me?” She fired off questions, jumping around them and tugging on Leon’s sleeve. He laughed, and Jamil felt his heart soften.
“Hear us out, kid. We’ve got a couple propositions for you.”
Still bouncing, she nodded, turning her attention to Jamil.
“Do you want to get out of this place?”
She stilled, looking between the three of them, her dark eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“We’ll leave you alone if that’s what you really want, but if not, you have a couple options.” Jamil sat down on the floor in front of her, and she slowly joined him, fingers fidgeting with her tunic. “My cousin, Nasmira, she’s one of the Princesses. If I take you to her, she could find you a nice home with other kids like you, sign you up for a school if you wanted, or start a trade if that’s more your style. You would have security, friends, and a generally more comfortable life than you have now.”
He paused, gauging her reaction. She was silent, but when she noticed he was waiting, shrugged her shoulders. “Or?”
“Or…” he glanced back at his friends. Camia gave him a small nod. “You could come with us. We’re normally a bigger group than this, but we travel all over the world to play music and just be. Of course, we have far less stability—you’d spend a lot of nights sleeping under the stars versus in a comfortable bed, and food can be harder to come by—but we know how to have a good time regardless. You’d be free to leave whenever you want, or if you find another city you like you can stay.”
“Would you teach me how to play?” She pointed to his guitar, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m not very good at it.”
“Yeah, kid, I’ll teach you.” Jamil patted Leon’s foot. “And Leon can teach you magic, if you want.”
Her face lit up, and she jumped to her feet. “Really?”
“Of course!” Leon smiled, and she squealed, wrapping her arms around his waist in a quick hug.
“I want to come with you, with all of you! Please?”
Camia reached out to ruffle her hair, a soft smile on her face. “If that’s what you want.”
“Oh, I do!” The girl was practically vibrating with happiness, and she bounced in front of Jamil as he stood back up. “When can we leave?”
“Well, I don’t think any more ships are pulling out this late, but we can take the first one come morning.” He glanced around them, thinking back to his parent’s perfectly polished but overwhelming estate. The old, crumbling walls around him felt more secure and comforting that his own room ever did. “Can we crash here for tonight?”
The girl laughed. “If you don’t mind the mess.”
“Not at all, kid.” He paused, studying her. “Guess we should probably actually introduce ourselves, huh?”
“I guess that would make sense. I’m Alec,” she said, holding her hand out with a fake seriousness. When he went to shake it, she pulled her hand back, sticking her tongue out at him.
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed. “I’m Jamil. Welcome to the band, Alec.” As Camia and Leon stepped forward to introduce themselves, and Jamil watched them all interact, he was struck with the feeling that everything was about to change. He laughed to himself, thinking that his more superstitious friends were rubbing off on him, and watched the sun slip below the horizon completely.
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Hopefully you’re all staying safe inside—but that doesn’t mean Vesuvians should! Tell us about your apprentice’s favorite place. It could be in Vesuvia, the Major Arcana realms, or beyond... 💫🌏✨ Bonus points if you write a little story about it!
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Day One: Magic Man What kind of magic do they specialise in?
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“I know what you’re going to ask. Yes, there’s a spell to turn lead into gold. No, I’m not going to do it because you need twice as much gold as lead to actually get it to work, and that’s not very cost effective is it.”
Alexander’s strongest magical skill is alchemy, though he still dabbles in others. He likes to experiment with transmutation of spell reagents to either increase their potency or to change the way they react in spellwork. This has... varying levels of success! On more than one occasion, Asra’s come home to find the back room covered in a layer of magical soot from a spell backfiring (read: exploding). As well as this, he’s a keen astronomer and astrologer, and draws a lot of divination power from the planets and constellations.
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Day 2 Prompt: Daddy’s Son
Everyone has a backstory, what’s yours?
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Whew, boy, strap yourselves in, folks.
Ihsan was born into a large, very well off, new money noble clan in Prakra. It was part of the new wave of meritocratic thinking sweeping the nation and Ihsan’s clan bought into it hook, line, and sinker. They trained their children from a very young age to become civil leaders, bureaucrats, and high-ranking members of the court. Ihsan’s early education centered on governmental systems, levers, diplomacy, philosophy, and most especially ethics and morality. As people near the top, it was their duty and their moral imperative to better circumstances for those below. Systems can be corrupted and perverted and it is their job to guard them from such so that the systems can continue to evolve to best serve the needs of the people writ large.
Ihsan took to this education like a fish to water. As someone with high magical aptitude and skill, he eventually entered the best magical university in Prakra, which all but assured him of a future at the Empress’ court as one of her many magicians. His skill with protective magics alone should have landed him in the guard regiment but Ihsan’s mind and eye for systems proved more valuable. While at court, he was drafted into the magical law office, regulating ingredients and codifying laws and consequences for the nefarious side of magical practice. He spent a couple of years working there and earned a reputation as a distant, diplomatic person who gets the job done.
Then came The Incident. The scandal everyone in Prakra still talks about. That’s right, Nadia’s engagement and eventual marriage to Lucio. Everyone knew what that Vesuvia was like and everyone knew that Lucio’s courtiers were, in a word, dangerous. While the Empress refused to stop her daughter’s madness, she did decide to send along an ally and guard under the guise of magical/diplomatic adviser. That’s right, she sent Ihsan. Ihsan was, to put it mildly, Not Happy about this assignment. Vesuvia was one of the worst places on the planet, their poor starving, the place stank, and it was as backwards as a place could be. And that was without the threat of a deadly plague. Never the less, Ihsan knew his duty and left his home, quietly grumbling and with great reluctance.
On the journey south, he and Nadia found themselves spending a lot of time together. And she impressed Ihsan. A lot. She spoke of the changes she wanted to bring to Vesuvia, of the best ways to revitalize the once proud city, of bringing the Prakran Golden Age to a people who so desperately needed it. She...well, entranced Ihsan. Caught him in her vision. And he vowed to work with her to the end. Together, they made quite the plans on that long voyage. When Lucio wasn’t around making a fool of himself. Vesuvia welcomed their new Countess and the Countess’ Magician with open arms.
And they tried. Lord, they tried. Amidst sabotage, intrigue, incompetence, and finally plague, they tried so damn hard. And every year, it felt like they accomplished less and less. Finally, Nadia just gave up. Refused to try any longer. And Ihsan had no influence, no position, nothing from which to continue his own work. So Ihsan left the palace, dejected, humiliated, and ashamed. The ‘official’ reason he left was to care for his dying aunt. She died not long after. Ihsan couldn’t go home but he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. So he went to Julian and apprenticed as a nurse. Ihsan died five months to the day after leaving the palace.
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