#idk I just want Yuder’s OP feral came from the middle of nowhere energy

[yudrein-aile]

god. i. desperately need a silly devastating little magic AU. kishiar is brought up in magic the way all children with heavy inheritances are, he learns it in circles, in calculations, spun words that keep him breathing as a curse older than his bloodline slowly devours him

Yuder meanwhile has no name for the magic he practices, could not draw you a proper circle to save his life. He’s not been taught that there are calculations to run, mere that he needs to breathe with the wind if he wants to borrow its power, has to heat the fire with his heart and feel every plant beneath his toes if he dares to summon the earth.

“Wild magic, Nathan,” Kishiar breathes, half-delighted, half-terrified the way every properly schooled mage of the Empire would be in the face of magic run without conduit.

(“There is a conduit,” Yuder will say, once taught the words of actions he’s learned by wading through lake waters. “It’s me, it’s my body.”

“This is not what bodies are built for,” says the man dying to a rotting curse.

“Maybe you just use them wrong.”)