Gods above I was so nervous. So fucking nervous. Just another first to add to my ever growing list. I didn't want to fuck these beautiful little girls up. I didn't want any of my darkness to trap itself inside their innocent souls. I stood there in the darkness, with the full moon above us. I find the yellow mare's presence a comfort. If anything happens she will keep them safe, she will keep the darkness from planting itself inside them. I knew the others were close, I knew they were watching and waiting. Tycho, Drow, Dara, Zur, and Ryss. My beautiful Ryss.
"For fuck sakes, get your shit together." I mumble to myself and draw my self up. I straighten my back, relax my muscles. I turn a black eye towards Quark. "Ready?" At her nod, I smile a little bit to myself. I draw the magic to us. I pull it from my depths, stirring things that were long better asleep. I struggle with them for a moment, a red sheen crossing my eyes, but I blink it away. It seems as if it lasts forever, but in reality I get them back under some semblance of control within a few seconds. Hardly any time at all in the scheme of things...something I hope goes unnoticed.
Since Ryss and Tycho, I have managed to keep the Darkness away, keep it tamed and content. I have managed to make it submit to me in ways I hadn't known I could before. Where blood and pain had fed it, with the screams of the helpless and their hopelessness that swamped them. Now it was fed with the light of our love, the seriousness in Tycho's gaze and the way Ryss looked at me. How I could drink her form in all day and never tire of it.
The magic makes the air thick and tickles my nose. It raises the hairs along my body like a large static charge. Adrenaline courses through my blood, through my veins setting them on fire and I laugh a moment in the pure joy of it. "Very well." I say, forgetting about them all and focusing solely on my task.
Well, scratch that. I turn to Quark. Tendrils of magic snaking through my mind to hers, visible things of black and touch her forehead and link her mind to my own. It flashes yellow and blue, swirling around our necks and I know she is there, I can feel her. She will watch and add anything I forget.
But I push the thoughts away, feeling only a slight tingling where she is watching, sitting there in my skull. I pull the magic up until it's almost uncomfortable. Pieces of the past float forwards, random things that turn into a silver blur of time. Gold pieces of the future add to the mix and the copper wire of the present wraps around them both. A metallic blur that twists before me.
(That yellow-blue bond between us flickers to black and then back again.)
Purple for mind. I pull it from Arzhur's and Drow's, tendrils of purple that is nothing more than the essence of what a mind is. Intelligence and emotions and all the things in between. Spirit was white, a perfect white that wraps itself around the mind, nestling inside it as well. And Body. Body was green, like that of the earth.
I pause, sweat beading my body. I take Quark's thoughts, I take whatever magic she sends my way and work it all into the spiral of color before us. "The elements." She says and I nod slightly, quickly.
Fire crackles to life before us. A bright inferno that rages against my control. I struggle with it, Darkness roaring to life within me. Let it burn, let them all burn. Revel in the destruction. Our bond black with the struggle. I am still as my eyes bore into the inferno before me. It reflects itself in my eyes and all I can hear are the words, the words to maim and kill, to let the world burn.
"Ryss." A soft voice says to me, one I'm not sure who it is (although I will know later it was Quark, reminding me with one word all that I would lose. I narrow my eyes at the fire, forcing it down into the spiral of color where it needed to be. "Fire for their passion, their drives, the spark in their souls.” I say aloud but it is quiet in the roar of the wind as it whips through. There is less of a struggle here, as I am ready for it and I wrestle it into submission before it has a chance to charm me with its words. "Air for the breath in their lungs, for the fluidity of life, the powers of the mind and all that it encompasses." A rumble around us as the ground starts to tremble and I pull the soil up into the spiral. Earth was gentle and quiet and happy to be the base of the form for their bodies. "Earth for their bodies, to give them the form that they will need in this world, stability, and their roots.” And water, finally water. I pull it from the plants and then I stop. There will be no death when they are born. Returning it, I pull the water from the ground. This takes a little more work. I am tiring as well and my mental muscles are fatiguing from this constant source of work. "Water to give them blood, emotion, and fluidity." I say, softly as the water spirals around the outside of colors.
"The Sun, the Moon, and the Shadows in between." I pull them all to me, taking the light from the moon and pulling rays from the other side of the world for them. I add the inbetween, the dusk and the dawn for Furia. The bright light of the sun for Halora. The paler rays of the moon for Lunasol.
Three by three. Forming a triangle so that their strength was in each other and stabilizing the other sides.
That was always a good sign.
I cannot even manage the smile that flashes through my mind as I watch the spiral before me form. I spin it faster....faster. Until it is nothing more than a blur of colors. The explosion from this will kill them all. The Dale most certainly. Perhaps even all the way to the Chamber. Our bond goes back to black, the only other outward sign of my struggle. The softly spoken voice spews such matter of fact words, I have a hard time resisting.
But once again Quark is there. "Tycho." I redouble my efforts one last time to force these into submission. The whirling of the spiral is stopped and in a clap of sound and a very bright light, there are three tiny bundles of legs and eyes and hair on the ground before me and Quark. I hold the magic as Quark adds their souls to their bodies, anchoring and growing them in a much shorter amount of time. "Blood and flesh." I say and only release it once they had all taken bits of flesh from their Daddies in the ritual rite Quark does. I have no extra effort to give here. I am careful with them, holding it for longer than I needed to make sure their forms stay stable.
I let it go when Quark nods, the release of it and the snapping of the bond between Quark and I is like a physical thing. I sway on my feet, the sweat of my body cooling and making me shiver. "No." I tell the yellow mare. "Magic like this has a price. I'll be fine." I turn my attention towards her, pulling it away from the smallish crater in their home. It would forever be marked that way, an indent in the ground where these three beautiful babies were born.
I smile at her. "Good job." I tell her, knowing that her pulling their souls and planting them in their bodies hadn't been the easiest of jobs. Our magics had worked together beautifully and whatever she hadn't been able to grasp I had given her. Which, was also, probably why I felt like I had been ran over. I slump a little, but still not daring to move until I felt less like falling on my face. A happy smile curls my lips as I watch the new Daddies and their little trio and Dara.
Then I turn to Ryss and Tycho and smile some more. "Hello loves." I sway into Ryss’s body,using her strength to hold us both up for just a brief moment before I am stabilized again. My gaze finds the girls and I smile. This was the most beautiful and notable thing I have ever done with this magic of mine.
"For fuck sakes, get your shit together." I mumble to myself and draw my self up. I straighten my back, relax my muscles. I turn a black eye towards Quark. "Ready?" At her nod, I smile a little bit to myself. I draw the magic to us. I pull it from my depths, stirring things that were long better asleep. I struggle with them for a moment, a red sheen crossing my eyes, but I blink it away. It seems as if it lasts forever, but in reality I get them back under some semblance of control within a few seconds. Hardly any time at all in the scheme of things...something I hope goes unnoticed.
Since Ryss and Tycho, I have managed to keep the Darkness away, keep it tamed and content. I have managed to make it submit to me in ways I hadn't known I could before. Where blood and pain had fed it, with the screams of the helpless and their hopelessness that swamped them. Now it was fed with the light of our love, the seriousness in Tycho's gaze and the way Ryss looked at me. How I could drink her form in all day and never tire of it.
The magic makes the air thick and tickles my nose. It raises the hairs along my body like a large static charge. Adrenaline courses through my blood, through my veins setting them on fire and I laugh a moment in the pure joy of it. "Very well." I say, forgetting about them all and focusing solely on my task.
Well, scratch that. I turn to Quark. Tendrils of magic snaking through my mind to hers, visible things of black and touch her forehead and link her mind to my own. It flashes yellow and blue, swirling around our necks and I know she is there, I can feel her. She will watch and add anything I forget.
But I push the thoughts away, feeling only a slight tingling where she is watching, sitting there in my skull. I pull the magic up until it's almost uncomfortable. Pieces of the past float forwards, random things that turn into a silver blur of time. Gold pieces of the future add to the mix and the copper wire of the present wraps around them both. A metallic blur that twists before me.
(That yellow-blue bond between us flickers to black and then back again.)
Purple for mind. I pull it from Arzhur's and Drow's, tendrils of purple that is nothing more than the essence of what a mind is. Intelligence and emotions and all the things in between. Spirit was white, a perfect white that wraps itself around the mind, nestling inside it as well. And Body. Body was green, like that of the earth.
I pause, sweat beading my body. I take Quark's thoughts, I take whatever magic she sends my way and work it all into the spiral of color before us. "The elements." She says and I nod slightly, quickly.
Fire crackles to life before us. A bright inferno that rages against my control. I struggle with it, Darkness roaring to life within me. Let it burn, let them all burn. Revel in the destruction. Our bond black with the struggle. I am still as my eyes bore into the inferno before me. It reflects itself in my eyes and all I can hear are the words, the words to maim and kill, to let the world burn.
"Ryss." A soft voice says to me, one I'm not sure who it is (although I will know later it was Quark, reminding me with one word all that I would lose. I narrow my eyes at the fire, forcing it down into the spiral of color where it needed to be. "Fire for their passion, their drives, the spark in their souls.” I say aloud but it is quiet in the roar of the wind as it whips through. There is less of a struggle here, as I am ready for it and I wrestle it into submission before it has a chance to charm me with its words. "Air for the breath in their lungs, for the fluidity of life, the powers of the mind and all that it encompasses." A rumble around us as the ground starts to tremble and I pull the soil up into the spiral. Earth was gentle and quiet and happy to be the base of the form for their bodies. "Earth for their bodies, to give them the form that they will need in this world, stability, and their roots.” And water, finally water. I pull it from the plants and then I stop. There will be no death when they are born. Returning it, I pull the water from the ground. This takes a little more work. I am tiring as well and my mental muscles are fatiguing from this constant source of work. "Water to give them blood, emotion, and fluidity." I say, softly as the water spirals around the outside of colors.
"The Sun, the Moon, and the Shadows in between." I pull them all to me, taking the light from the moon and pulling rays from the other side of the world for them. I add the inbetween, the dusk and the dawn for Furia. The bright light of the sun for Halora. The paler rays of the moon for Lunasol.
Three by three. Forming a triangle so that their strength was in each other and stabilizing the other sides.
That was always a good sign.
I cannot even manage the smile that flashes through my mind as I watch the spiral before me form. I spin it faster....faster. Until it is nothing more than a blur of colors. The explosion from this will kill them all. The Dale most certainly. Perhaps even all the way to the Chamber. Our bond goes back to black, the only other outward sign of my struggle. The softly spoken voice spews such matter of fact words, I have a hard time resisting.
But once again Quark is there. "Tycho." I redouble my efforts one last time to force these into submission. The whirling of the spiral is stopped and in a clap of sound and a very bright light, there are three tiny bundles of legs and eyes and hair on the ground before me and Quark. I hold the magic as Quark adds their souls to their bodies, anchoring and growing them in a much shorter amount of time. "Blood and flesh." I say and only release it once they had all taken bits of flesh from their Daddies in the ritual rite Quark does. I have no extra effort to give here. I am careful with them, holding it for longer than I needed to make sure their forms stay stable.
I let it go when Quark nods, the release of it and the snapping of the bond between Quark and I is like a physical thing. I sway on my feet, the sweat of my body cooling and making me shiver. "No." I tell the yellow mare. "Magic like this has a price. I'll be fine." I turn my attention towards her, pulling it away from the smallish crater in their home. It would forever be marked that way, an indent in the ground where these three beautiful babies were born.
I smile at her. "Good job." I tell her, knowing that her pulling their souls and planting them in their bodies hadn't been the easiest of jobs. Our magics had worked together beautifully and whatever she hadn't been able to grasp I had given her. Which, was also, probably why I felt like I had been ran over. I slump a little, but still not daring to move until I felt less like falling on my face. A happy smile curls my lips as I watch the new Daddies and their little trio and Dara.
Then I turn to Ryss and Tycho and smile some more. "Hello loves." I sway into Ryss’s body,using her strength to hold us both up for just a brief moment before I am stabilized again. My gaze finds the girls and I smile. This was the most beautiful and notable thing I have ever done with this magic of mine.