Perhaps she was thinking too much on this. Malva found herself staring at the painting hung across her room, sighing softly to herself as she launched herself against the pillows stacked on her bed. The family portrait had been there for awhile, ever since they made this place their home, to be exact. It was the 8 of them, in Marseilles and it was over 400 years old. For people who almost never stepped one foot outside the Isle, Malva recalled this was one of the only times she was given the chance to scour an entire city for one night. It was a rare case to have the Ailwards out and about, especially when they cannot move around individually for long without slowly deteriorating. It was also the proof of them being a family, once upon a time. It wasn't as if they were no longer a family, but they've been very distant as of late and Malva could feel herself feeling out of it. 

The only times they would ever gather together were during meetings and she was sure her brother tried his best not to call them every week or month. It made her wonder if her family were no longer the family they once were. It didn't help that she had been trying to get away from them either, but after what has happened with her connection to magic, she didn't know what else to do. Octavia remained her only confidant and one of the ones she wouldn't toss an object to, every time people attempt to enter her room. The crumpled papers surrounding her bed were a result from her attempts to create a new spell, only to remain futile as ever. "Usually, I would say nothing… perhaps you're just tired. But it's been months, Mal… get ahold of yourself" she grumbled to herself, she could handle one month or two, but this has been on-going for far too long. And if it continues, then she wasn't sure what else she could do to get back to her old self. 

So she gathered every crumpled piece and threw it into the bin before dragging herself to take a coat and scarf from her closet so she could find her answers elsewhere. Keeping herself cooped up in the room would not do her any good, anyway. Her eyes fell on the picture in her tablet, right, the flower; a flower that she's been dying to get her hands on ever since she heard from Bexley that it was growing nearby. One flower would do her more than enough but if Mal was able to get more than one, she could do some good with it. Just because she could no longer do magic, it doesn't mean she couldn't still practice alchemy and the likes. The Aspect of Magic tucked in the tablet inside her bag alongside her journal and closed the door behind her before making her way downstairs.

 The manor felt so empty and even Christmas last year wasn't able to make it better. Her hair grew longer and she was tempted to cut it but promised not to touch it until she was able to get her magic back. The snow was sticking in and she couldn't believe she would be our searching for a flower in the mountains this early in the morning, especially in the cold. Trekking there wasn't an easy route and the moment she saw where the flower would be at, she knew climbing was inevitable. "How am I supposed to climb… that far up ahead... " she murmured and kept trying to look for a loophole that doesn't require her to climb. The brunette kept pacing back and forth while holding out her gloves, with no proper equipment except a few ropes to climb, how was she supposed to do that? 

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He rolled his eyes and narrowed his gaze but let it go, he wasn’t able to forgive her for what she did to his brother because he wasn’t the one who had been hurt by her, if she wanted to be forgiven she needed to take it to the person she had hurt. He grumbled when she mentioned how a spell would only work it everyone was together, he failed to see her point given Han had already told them they were gathered on the isle when everything went down, they had trusted them and in return they had been betrayed.

“Good” he commented bluntly, he was glad to know that she at least suffered somewhat for what she did, though it was nowhere near the level of what Han went through, he knew how it had affected the elder star. It made him angry every time he saw Han get entirely freaked out by small spaces, he could barely make a trip in the car without freaking out. He did chuckle when she said magic gave her a headache too “The world would be much better without it” he commented and shook his head, he resented the fact he was part of that world, especially because there had never been a point in his life where he felt proud to be a celestial.

He rolled his eyes “Well I wasn’t dumb enough to ask anyone who I wasn’t almost certain knew something…” he shook his head, but he supposed everyone assumed he was human given that he didn’t glow like the other celestials and no one stuck around long enough to see that he never aged. “I do take it personally because it brought me nothing but pain” he commented matter-of-factly, he was part of a world he didn’t even know existed and all he ever questioned time and time again was what he did to deserve being shunned and alone. He watched with a hesitant expression when the portal opened, it looked like the exact one he’d seen in the past, except this one was purple and the one he saw before was golden “Isn’t it supposed to be golden?” he questioned but shrugged, he knew it wasn’t a trap because he’d seen one before so he stepped forward and allowed himself to be taken in by it.

She bit her lip and tried to bite back any remark she was going to throw as soon as he said that, she reassured herself that all of his anger was justified, it was his brother, if something similar happened to her siblings, then she would’ve raised hell and any care for anything else would’ve been secondary. Because that’s Malva Ailward for you. She stared back at him and raised her eyebrows when he said the world would be better without magic “You do realize you are magic too, right? Hell, you’re more than magic, celestial beings as the title itself suggests, is something that not many earthly beings could comprehend. Without magic, as ironically as it is considering how much trouble it stirs every 5 minutes, the world would descend into chaos.” She couldn’t even deny it and it wasn’t just her talking as the Aspect of Magic. 

She pressed her lips together and softened her eyes because in her eyes, even she could see the man in front of her was still just a child, and she did not mean it in a bad way. “Pain is a relative concept we need to get used to when you live in this world” she mumbled, “Believe me, not everyone wants to be where they are today, including me.” When you were presented with very few options in the first place, especially when you’re desperate to survive, you would take anything. You’d regret it much later down the line obviously, but that’s all on you. 

Her ears perked up the moment he said the portal was supposed to be golden, immediately shifting her attention from the portal and back to him, looking at the celestial like a bewildered person “Excuse me? Did you say… golden?” Only experienced and powerful diviners could create portals, and even when they do it, they leave a significant energy signature for her to detect, and Malva has always kept count of who could and who couldn’t, as well as where they did it. But a golden portal? Only one person came to her mind. Once she came to realize who it could be, she cursed, “Motherfucker…” Sebastian Daystar, she’s going to kill you. She couldn’t think much because she had to trail behind him when he entered the portal, leading them to a private house in Denali. 

Once the portal closed behind them, she clicked her tongue in annoyance “I am gonna kill that guy… of course he could hide the location from me, you think you’re smart…” well he is. “Anyway, welcome to Denali. I needed somewhere closest to the ley line in North America which is… aside from Evermore, here. We’ll start with your… case first. Wouldn’t you like to know I have one suspect for the person who suppressed your glow? I don’t want to see him though… so that’s another problem…”

Sunmin gave her an unimpressed look “No, I thought that stars managed to fall to the earth out of completely normal phenomenon” he commented sarcastically and rolled his eyes “ his point still stood though, what good did magical stars coming to earth have if they had to spend their entire life in fear, running from other magical beings, there was nothing positive about that whole situation. “The world is already chaotic enough without adding super strength or wings to the mix” he scoffed and shook his head slightly, he might be stuck in this but he didn’t have to believe it was for the better.

He noticed the way she was looking at him and averted his gaze, he wasn’t a big fan of seeing pity on people, it was a look he knew well and had seen often throughout his life so far and it always made him feel a certain way. “Tell me about it” he responded somewhat bitterly when she said pain was a relative concept in a world where you were constantly subjected to it. The way she responded when he said golden caught his attention but he didn’t have a lot of time to respond because he was already stepping towards the portal “The one I remember from the past was golden” he responded, he was certain because he had this repeated memory of it.

After he went through the portal he stumbled a little dizzy from the experience, reaching out for a nearby wall to steady himself “I definitely wasn’t remembering the sickness that came with it wrong either” he grumbled before realizing she was busy cursing someone out in a little rant to herself. He turned to face her for a moment and frowned slightly “Do you know someone who can use golden portals?” he questioned, she definitely knew something and suddenly he was filled with hope at the possibility of finding some answers.

“Why don’t you want to see him?” he responded in a somewhat brash and panicked tone because he really felt like he was getting close to some actual answers and now she wanted to back out of it? No way in hell he was going to allow that.

She rolled her eyes because of course he was going to give her those witty quips, what did she expect from a guy who looked as if he rebels against everything in the entire world just because he could. Such a teenager, she thought. "Because magic means balance and well, the world needs balance… sometimes it means bad things need to happen to weigh out the good and vice versa" Lest they want the world to be cracked into two. It's a lateral concept. Mal spent centuries just learning about the philosophy of magic and why things happen the way they do. You spend a long time learning about that, you may run yourself off the rails. 

When he confirmed to her that the portal he used was golden, she basically somewhat reaffirmed that it was indeed none other than the thorn by her side, Sebastian Daystar. Why must it be him? Of all people? "Did it have to be him…?" She sounded slightly defeated from her tone, and sighed heavily, "Look it's not that I don't want to… see him, not in the way you think it is. There is only one person who can use golden portals. Portals are very hard to conjure, it takes certain mastery and practice for it, I can count the people who are able to do it with my hand so it's not a lot. And diviners are not all immortals so, most of them die as soon as their clock ticks out. Colored portals are another thing too… his name is Sebastian… Sebastian Daystar, and he is probably one of the most powerful diviners you'll ever meet." 

It is still a wonder how these two are connected. What was Sebastian's connection to Sunmin? "We had a falling out, centuries ago, but I guess I'll put that aside for the greater good. But what I don't get is what is his connection to you? You're a celestial yes, your whole existence is based on your powerful energy but why would he help you only to leave you be?" The Sebastian she knew wouldn't do charity. She handed him a small vial and beckoned for him to drink it "It'll help with the motion sickness, portals are not for everyone. Unless you want to throw your insides out in a few minutes once it sets in, you should drink that, and no it doesn't taste bad, it'll taste like peach." Quite literally. 

She took out a bowl and a knife and cleared her throat as she waited for him "I know you don't like this… but I do need your blood… blood magic is easier and more accurate. Besides... I need something of yours to form a connection and blood is the strongest tie to someone."

He scoffed and shook his head slightly “Sounds fucking exhausting to keep up with” he pointed out and shrugged, he was too busy focusing on his own needs to be worried about whether some energy levels lined up or some other crap. Sunmin was staring at the female with an almost expectant gaze because it seemed like he finally managed to find a way to figure out all the crap that happened in his past, maybe if he could figure this piece of the puzzle he would finally be able to restore his light. He’d finally be able to embrace what he was supposed to be.

“So this Sebastian person was the person who helped me to leave Korea” he murmured under his breath, the way she talked about him though she didn’t seem to like him, even if he was powerful, that didn’t mean that anything he did was for good reasons right? He bit his lip softly in thought and lifted his gaze as he listened to her talk about their history, picking up the way she spoke “The greater good?” he commented and chuckled “I’m not sure if anything about me and what happened to my…light…is for the greater good” but then she probably meant because he would owe her a favor for her helping him uncover his past huh.

“Maybe he was feeling kind that day?” was what happened to him really kindness? He had to wonder about it now because he knew more, Han had spent years on the run because of what he was, he’d managed to avoid a lot of that because of his light being held back. He stared at the potion she held out, looking at it much like a disgusted child would look at medicine “That looks like it’ll kill me” he responded bluntly but sighed, he had to take a chance if he wanted answers right. So in the end he held his breath and drank the liquid from the vial.

He wasn’t big on trust and he still felt uneasy around her but something told him that she wasn’t playing games with him “I don’t like this, you’re right” he responded matter of factly but he took the knife and slashed it across his palm “But I guess I’m reckless enough to try anyway” he mumbled.

There was that one thing that kept bothering the Aspect of Magic, she couldn't put her finger on why Sebastian would help Sunmin, especially when he didn't even stick around to ask for anything in return for his 'generosity'. Why? That's the one question that has been floating in her head. "Most celestials in your spot might think it was better to have their light dimmed. I don't know if you have met others of your kind but they would most likely tell you they have been hunted for literally glowing. As if they could help with that. Most you could do is control how bright you glow but no one could dim it like you could right now... which makes sense when we figured a diviner did this." And not just any diviner, the most powerful diviner she has ever met.

No matter what she has against the male, she would not deny that Sebastian Daystar is one powerful guy. She scoffed and laughed genuinely when he said it could have been because Sebastian was feeling kind that day "I've known this guy for centuries... he doesn't do charity. Not to say he would never do something nice but to put a spell on you to dim your light is not the type of stuff you do with a single flick of your finger... It requires precision and concentration. It's not easy." All the more reason why Sebastian wouldn't waste his time to say one good deed for the day.

"Celestials would probably pay a fortune to get that type of spell placed on them..." Mal would admit, she was impressed when Sunmin slashed his palm with the knife with ease, he didn't even flinch. It made her wonder if that nick on his palm was just the tip of the iceberg of what he has been through in life. "I don't do poisons you know. And mind you, potions are crazy expensive in this economy." Not that she cared about price tags. "You're still alive aren't you?" She gathered the bowl with his blood and drew a few symbols after nicking her finger with the same knife, taking a bottle of salt and daystar, sprinkling it a few times over the symbols. "How long have you known what you are? How good are you at your history? Know anything about volakiri?" She had to know what he knows because if he had a volakiri, which was unlikely, it would be easier. But it doesn't mean she couldn't do anything.

She murmured something under her breath in Latin and the candles flared, the temperature in the room getting warmer by the second. "Stand in the circle" she beckoned and took the same knife with her, holding it firmly in her left hand, bringing it up to splatter his blood on him using the tip of the knife. It took a while but after a while, she raised her eyebrow, looking at the symbols in confusion "Well... this is weird. Nothing's working..."

Sunmin bit his lip, perhaps he would have been okay with someone sealing away his powers if it wasn’t for the fact that they never even asked or gave him a say in the matter. Instead he was left to wander the world endlessly, without a single clue as to what he was, why he was different to everyone else or where he belonged. “Yeah well if they’re waiting for a thank you note, they should probably avoid holding their breath” he muttered sarcastically.

Sunmin honed in on the words she was saying but honestly it sounded like she was in her own little world and talking in delusions “Him?” he questioned before tilting his head slightly, was it that easy to spot who had done this to him? He had no real idea how magic even worked, this was the first time he’d really seen anyone try to practice and while she claimed to be some powerful being, she didn’t seem to be able to do all that much impressive. “Well I didn’t pay shit to anyone, even if I had money I wouldn’t be throwing it to someone like that” he commented and scoffed, he could probably only imagine the amount of money that must be thrown around in exchange for magic.

Sunmin gave her a deadpan look when she spoke about making poisons and how expensive potions are, evidently showing that he had very little knowledge or interest in what she was talking about. “I only know about what I am because I happened to meet someone with the same weird mark as me” he commented and shrugged slightly “And you’re basically talking absolute gibberish to me” which was honestly frustrating right now because his hand really hurt where he had slashed it.

Sunmin looked around as the candles flared, neat party trick, he thought in his mind but decided to keep the comment to himself as he shuffled a few steps forward to stand in the circle like she instructed. He looked around for a moment expecting something more exciting to happen but nothing seemed to change. When she spoke again he chuckled bitterly “Sounds like every other dead end in my life ever” he commented and scoffed “Let me guess, whoever did the spell is more powerful than you” she did sound scared of him before after all.

Malva has never really allowed anyone to talk to her that way long before she would hex them. Or turn them into something temporarily. She’s Malva Ailward, people learn not to be so crass with her. However, this guy right here knew no better and she was willing to just give him a pass. Besides, a celestial could probably be a good practice for herself who has already been struggling crazily with her magic development. She did appreciate his sarcasm towards the individual who did to him which she assumed was Sebastian Daystar. “By all means, curse him away for me…” she mumbled.

It wasn’t as if the Aspect of Magic had ill feelings toward the male but they did have a long history together and sometimes people fight. A lot. They happen to do that. Mal didn’t think they have ever reconciled after that day. “Magic is not easily availble to everyone so people often pay for the service of it, but magic like this is rare so even if someone paid for it, it must be at a high price… not that someone I know would ever use his abilities for money.” Knowing Sebastian, he didn’t need to. It wasn’t as if as immortals, they didn’t have enough wealth accumulated.

The aspect of magic rolled her eyes at him and scoffed “Of course to you, it sounds gibberish. You’re still new to this and even to every other supernatural being, magic is not easily understood.” She wouldn’t blame them, it’s not exactly the easiest concept to digest. Maybe she didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, the result was supposed to be delivered even if it wasn’t that fast but there was nothing. “No way…” She has never failed on her own traditional magic like this, not when it involved her doing blood magic. When he said whoever did the spell was more powerful than her, she glared at him from across the room and clenched her jaw “Yes he’s powerful but he’s no more powerful than me” she scowled.

The moment she said that, the room had a brief tremor, like the kind you’d see in an earthquake movie. Which only made her realize she had to calm herself down. It’s not as if her magic is entirely gone. The core energy depleted and she felt like she wasn’t even in tune with her own magic. However, she is still very much connected to it by nature so it made sense for her to cause a visible rupture in it when she’s reacting. “I can do this…” she muttered and when she tried again, nothing happened. “Fuck…” she threw the bowl across the room and closed her eyes in frustration.

“This is worse than I thought…” she turned to him and brought an ointment and bandage to close his wound “This is to make sure it doesn’t get an infection and fester…” While she was busy dressing his wound, she looked up at him and exclaimed “We have good news and bad news. Good news, I know exactly who did this. I was able to pinpoint his energy signature… since every magic leaves a debris and whatnot. Bad news, I have an inkling to where said person is, and he’s far… so I’ll need to get back at you for this since we need the original caster to take it down. It’ll take some time but it does mean you will get your glow back… I think.”

He shook his head slightly “I swear magic makes people go completely crazy…they think they can just do whatever they want” like it didn’t impact his entire course of life and set him on a path of confusion for years, it honestly made him so angry to know someone messed with him without his consent. “Then what would they do it for? Science? Boredom? Cause I know for sure no one owes me an favors…” he mumbled softly before biting his lip “Did they take my power for themselves…is that why?” that seemed the most likely conclusion he could come up with anyway.

Sunmin gave her a look when she pointed out he was new to all of this “It’s not exactly easy to get anyone to give you a straight answer when they believe you’re just a normal human you know” he didn’t have any real way to prove what he was unless he stuck around long enough for people to realize he wasn’t aging, which he wasn’t stupid enough to do “I don’t get to have any of the fancy…party tricks” he mumbled softly.

He tilted his head when she seemed shocked her magic wasn’t working the way she expected “Well clearly it doesn’t want you…messing with me” he commented almost in a defeated tone because honestly for a few moments there he had a bit of hope that maybe he could finally be free of the locks placed on him all this time. Of course it’s not that easy. He felt the rumble beneath them and reached to hold onto a nearby tree to keep himself steady and watched her carefully, eyeing the bowl as it went flying past him. Nothing. Of course nothing.

Sunmin had no clue what she was doing when she came towards him, eyeing the tube she was holding a little dumbfounded before she explained he shouldn’t let it get infected…”Oh…right” he murmured softly and took out a little to clean the wound in his palm enough. Sunmin pressed his lips together “And how…do I know that you’ll actually get back to me?” he questioned bluntly because frankly, he wasn’t one for following people on their word, he knew how easy people could lie “Who did this to me…why would they do this…” he had so many unanswered questions.

“No… they didn’t exactly take your powers you see, there’s not really a way for us to absorb your powers like that. We can channel you yes, transfer it to a conduit to be used for the next time and all, but no, we are not allowed to just steal it away. Besides yours is celestial energy, you can’t just take it away. One sliver of your energy and it could power up a whole city for weeks…” or maybe even months. There was so much one could do with celestial energy.

She could understand why he’s ticked off, this was all very new to him and he just found out someone sealed a part of him and has no way of regaining again unless he were to find them. Malva bit her lip because she was disheartened too, to find out she wasn’t able to reverse it meaning she was really struggling with the lack of control and power. She needed to get hers back. It couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air.

She chuckled when he questioned her “You’re one sassy guy…” she muttered under her breath and shrugged “Simple, you don’t. Not really. But, I am a woman of my word, so I will get back to you as soon as I find that person. Besides… I also need to find out why my ability is the way it is. I could’ve have reversed the spell for you usually… believe me, twinkling little star, you’re not the only one who wants to find answers.” So she’ll do that for the two of them since they have interests aligned. “But if you feel like you have trust issues… let me give you some sort of leverage to hold onto first.”

She went to get something from the drawers and brought back a sharper but smaller knife before making a clean cut on her palm and started chanting a few words. The blood dripped on the bowl where she lit up a fire at earlier and burned “Well at least it’s not all gone… I could do simple magic like this…” She bandaged her hand and looked back at him “That’s a blood promise. If I go back on my word, I’ll suffer and will continue to do so until I get back to what I promised you. That good enough?”

Sunmin frowned slightly, he didn’t really understand much about the magical world so most of what she was saying sounded like another language she spoke and he didn’t “Well…I don’t have any of it here with me so it’s gotta be somewhere else..” he mumbled softly, yes he still had immortality but that was all that he had, he couldn’t do anything magical. “If I’m…that powerful…how could I possibly not know all this time…” it was such a confusing state to be in and he felt robbed of the life he was supposed to have.

He tilted his head when she said he was sassy, well that wasn’t a word usually used to describe him, people usually said blunt or rude “Well…you at least know that you had magic to lose, someone took mine away before I even got to know I had it” which was incredibly frustrating and made him wonder what that person managed to gain in the process, it couldn’t be for nothing right?

He watched her with a wary expression when she began her magic again, seeing the blood on her hand where she cut across the skin, he pressed his lips together “I mean…I’m still just taking your work for it anyway because I have no idea if what you did was just for show” he pointed out but paused for a moment “But you don’t actually owe me anything so..it’s enough, I have no idea if I’ll ever hear from you again but…I’ll thank you if you do” he nodded his head, he would believe in people if they proved themselves to be trustworthy and not a moment sooner.

She does feel sorry for him at some point, because yeah, imagine waking up one day without any idea of what or who you were, no light and nothing at all. A celestial without their light is almost unheard of. And this is coming from someone who was already aware of the celestials for centuries ago.

“What I know about celestials… is that when you fell down on earth, you fell down as stars with no memories whatsoever. You don’t remember anything much less your name but it eventually resurface after a while. That’s what happened to you no?” She imagined it was the same for everyone. “But trust me, you are powerful.” Oh what she would do just to get a sliver of his energy so she could experiment on them. With consent, of course.

“I don’t know… imagine having magic at the tip of your fingers for over 1200 years only to lose them in a few days. I can’t imagine going through that again… magic is my identity. Magic literally makes me… me.” Of course she felt lost. “Without magic, I wouldn’t… be the Aspect of Magic…” He could see why he would have trust issues but there was nothing much that Mal could actually promise him other than her word.

“Give me your number” she would give him her phone so he could key in his number for her to call. “In return… may I ask you for a favor if I do manage to get you your light again?” She bit her lip momentarily before telling him what her request was “Can I have a sliver of your light…? I promise it won’t be for anything bad… I just want to test it out… how much it could power up a gemstone as a conduit… stuff like that.” Of course since it was a transaction between the two of them, she wanted to see if she could get the most out of it.

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