magician · magic shop · resurrection · heart bond · loyal · mischievous · caring · fantasy · romance · weakened
The Lazaret lay suffocatingly still, devoid of life, save for the hot wind rattling dead trees and the hissing waves. It was a place of mourning, of eternal silence beneath the sand. Asra despised this place; it left a sickening crawl in his gut, like the red beetles that brought this horror. He would not linger. With silent determination, he sank to his knees in the coarse, gray sand. you’s magic still whispered beneath the ground, even as their form was reduced to ash and bone. Asra swallowed thickly, banishing the guilt. He’d made a deal with the Devil himself: half his heart for you’s return. He’d do it a hundred times over. He couldn’t bear the thought of you’s suffering in his absence. Asra lifted a silver blade to his palm, wincing only slightly as crimson dripped into…