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It wasn’t as if Malva had nothing better to do other than keeping herself busy by drowning her petite self in the pile of sheets where most of her spells came undone and ended up being a pile of fail attempts. Failure, basically. "What in the world am I doing..." The Russian born Aspect of Magic grumbled to herself as she crumpled yet another paper and threw it somewhere in her spacious room. That was probably her 300th time or god knows how many more poor papers the girl has been wasting.
"This is not working out well.." No shit sherlock, Malva. Obviously it was not working out at all when you have your head wandering off in the air with no other basis. Deciding it was enough for her to stop wasting the poor papers today, Mal closed her spell journal and rolled out the other scrolls, arranging them neatly and accordingly in the cabinet before plopping herself on her bed, laying her head on top the pillow of hers as she stared at the fan spinning on the ceiling.
After a while of endless staring, she decided to take a walk, which meant it would be her first time after almost two months of being in her room. Mal hasn't been going out as she used to, which was probably why she quit being a doctor at the general hospital of Evermore. She told herself the reason she did all the isolation part was due to herself needing some time off the society they were in. Which wasn't really easy given that the society they lived in had supernatural creatures as their majority of population.
Today was it, then. She was finally setting her foot outside of their residency, again. She hoped it will be long lasting this time. She needed to check up on the Diviners once in a while after all. To which she hasn't been doing for quite some time. Tucking her spell journal in her bag, she wrapped a jacket around her as she went downstairs, only to find no one. That one did not came to her as a shocker, clearly. No one really stayed in the manor anymore with the exception of them Aspects and a few guards. Opening the entrance door slowly, Malva was greeted by the cool breeze as she set her foot outside and made her way to her destination, the river banks, where most of the Diviners had resided in. Or at least, the last she checked, anyways.
It would be a lie if she said she did not miss Isle of Skye the slightest because everyone in the faction knew if there was one who hated Evermore to the core, it was going to be her. She never liked Evermore and despite her position, she didn't like being in the supernatural society that much. The now light haired Aspect found the supernatural haven to be easier to navigate though, thankfully. Since she couldn't risk getting lost.
It came to her as a question, to why she didn't just fly over to the river banks like she used to go anywhere the first time they came to Evermore. Malva had guessed, after the tragic incident that took place at the Isle of Skye, she felt mildly traumatic to use her main ability that categorized her easily as one of the Aspects, because it had reminded her to who she was. Her current identity. Boy how she missed Tatiana, who was her partner in everything. Who was also her ball of emotion helper.
She felt as if one by one was beginning to disappear and go away. First, Aureus who ended up giving back the mantle to their brother, Venetus due to exhaustion, then a few of her siblings going elsewhere. The guards starting to move out of the manor and only coming in to bring updates and news. Her strongest confidant was also out of town to carry out the mission they gave on keeping an eye out for other supernatural beings. No wonder the Aspect of Magic felt alone.
Taking a seat at the same boulder she used to sit on, which was just a few meters away from the stream, she took out her spell journal and flicked through the pages. As she delved too much on the spells, she had accidentally made the tree vines grew around her without her knowing. It seemed to be her habit these days. Delved too deep and while doing so, her magic spiraled out doing what it does best without the host knowing or realizing.
If there was one thing that Maverick wished he grabbed when he left Russia was the Romanov grimoire. Everything that he was taught as a young one or when his magic was able to be tapped into was in that journal. It was curated over the years by everyone in Maverick's family until it reached his father. It seemed that the Romanov family only practiced in dark magic as that was what most of the spells that he remembered where in the spell book. Though, he had to admit that the desire to have it back questioned him about whether he truly wanted it or not. It was a reminder of everything his family stood for and last time he checked, he came to Evermore to leave that behind.
However, as he sat near the riverbanks, he became frustrated as his abilities weren't up to his best standards. It was something he picked up when he wanted to make his father proud of or even show the least bit of kindness towards his son but alas, Maverick knew he couldn't change his father's callous ways no matter how hard he tried. At that moment, Mav was glad to be sitting near the riverbanks as the sound of the rushing water was the only thing that was keeping his frustration under control.
The last time he could remember doing any sort of magic was back in Russia. Ever since he moved to the States, he never had much use for it. Detroit didn't offer much of a supernatural scene and he didn't know of anyone that was like him. He was more reserved in Detroit and being the bouncers at nightclubs didn't offer him much of a chance to meet friends. When he made the decision to stay there, he wanted to start blending into the human world that was created as he grew up being around Diviners and the criminals of the mafia.
So when he moved to Evermore, he found a place in the community and wanted to get back to doing magic especially when a new side of it opened up to him since the comet. He wanted to try to tap into the light magic, but everything felt unnatural to him. All he ever knew was darkness and he knew it wouldn't be easy to channel it, but he didn't dare to think to ask for help. Not that he knew anybody to ask. You can say that he had too much pride in him, something he picked up from the men in his family but also a part of him enjoyed the black magic that coursed through his veins. All of it felt right when he'd practiced it but now that he's been trying to blend into society, he became rusty at it.
"Dammit," he huffed out as he couldn't concentrate. Some days his mind was like a flood with all the thoughts that ran through them and he was usually good at blocking them out. However, since the comet created a shift in him, every wrong thing he did was eating at him more than it usually did. "This is just a waste," he muttered to himself before deciding he should come out here at night. At least with the moon being high in the sky, he could concentrate better. The sun only adding to his irritated mood as he stood up, ready to just take a walk along the river banks before hearing a soft feminine voice chanting.
He could just barely hear it over the running water of the stream but as he walked further along the run of the bank, he could see a woman perched on the boulder with a rather large book in her lap with pieces of paper that poked out of it of some of the pages. He could see the concentration on her face as he inched closer to where he was before letting himself lean against one of the tree's trunks. He could almost feed off of the power that she was sending off as she focused on whatever spell she was doing. Just then vines from the tree he was leaning on broke through the ground, slithering along the forest floor like snakes but in doing so avoiding his feet.
"You better be careful before it eats you alive," Mav's thick Russian lilt was laced in his words as he spoke. No matter how far away he was from the country, that was the only thing that stuck like glue to him was his roots being showcased in his voice. A smirk found his lips, "Discreetness isn't key I suppose when you're here," he spoke again in a teasing manner as he referred to being by the river.
It wasn't something unusual for the Aspect of Magic to just lose herself in deep thoughts occasionally. Well, if you can say it's occasionally, it does actually happens a lot these days. Can't blame her, the poor woman has a lot in her head at the moment after all. Hearing a very familiar accent, she looked up and saw a male. Possibly a diviner as well considering where they were at. Noticing how the vines were growing at quite a rapid pace, Malva stopped the growing with a simple look and it decreased gradually back to it's normal size.
She can't even give life to things so easily without losing herself on the spot. She really does need to stop thinking too much. But exactly how in the world is she going to do that? When she was purely conscious that their foes are basically accommodating the other side of the city? She didn't want them to be her foes, she didn't want anyone to be her foes. At all. But people don't always get what they want. Which was pure superficial to her, because they never really do get anything worked out their way without having any problems, may it be secondary or minor ones.
"I don't think these things can eat anyone alive." She shrugged. He emits a dark aura which gave her the impression that he is a dark diviner. Of course Mal wasn't foreign to such auras. She's been around for a while. She might not really go out that much from the Isle in the past, but once upon a time, Tatiana and Gabriel did serve her as good companions to the 'wondrous adventures and escapades' they had. She knew enough.
"No. I wasn't trying to be discreet... But then again, I wasn't trying to stand out either. I believe I've failed in both areas.." She huffed and faced the stranger directly as she fixed her position. "I've never seen you around before, are you new?" On her defense, Malva has not stepped out the manor for a few months yes. But she hardly doubted more new people started to move in, Again, the Aspect of Magic wasn't exactly reliable to know newcomers. She's definitely gone rusty.
Maverick could see how the thoughts that woman had burdened her mind through her furrowed brows. "I know they can't. I guess my delivery of a joke is a bit dry," the Diviner chuckled through his nose as the smirk faltered from his lips as he watched the vines withdraw back into ground after the brunette looked at them. Maverick never was really a jokester to begin with but he was known to spew a few witty remarks, making him come off as a smartass. Which honestly he was at times. "I'm just surprised to see someone practice magic out in the open. Everything is about discreetness in this city," he said as his eyes were still on the spot where the vines were once coming out of. He didn't know what he'd expect when he came to Evermore but it was different from the places that he's been. Ostashkov was the place where he grew up and Detroit was the place where he tried to start over or so he thought until his arrival to Evermore. Hearing the woman's question made him nod in response.
"Yes I am. How about you? Are you new?" He asked. A part of him was slightly hoping as he wouldn't feel like the stranger in the situation. Deciding that maybe it was for the best to introduce himself instead of remaining the stranger here, he stuck his hand out towards the woman. "My name is Maverick," he introduced himself with a bow of his head. He glanced at the spell book that was beside where she sat before letting his eyes flicker back to her own blue gaze. "Is that considered to be light magic that you were doing? With the vines, I mean." He asked out of pure curiosity. He really felt out of the loop but he hadn't done that type of boundary spell since he was in the boarding schools that his father put him threw when he was old enough, not wanting to deal with the young boy until Maverick was old enough to be a part of the 'family business'.
The idea that next popped into his mind seemed like he was asking a bit much. "Do you think you can show me how you did that?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He figured that maybe she would decline if question as sometimes other Diviners didn't like to share their spells. "I haven't done that since I was young and if I'm honest, I haven't done any magic since I moved here. Which was about a few months ago." He admitted as he rubbed the back of neck, almost sheepishly.
"Like I said, you're the first Diviner I've seen practice magic out here," he offered as an explanation, letting the smile from before stretch slight wider.
Staring into the cold breeze, she shrugged slightly when he asked if she was a new resident as well. "Kind of. But not really..I don't think my family would say we're new. We've been here for more than a year for sure. But I can never truly be blending in the society and community in this eternal city. Despite the majority of population being more to supernatural beings instead of humans. Guess you could say, I never felt like this place is a home." Which was thoroughly very true, seeing as she never considered the supernatural haven in Colorado anywhere near the word that meant home for her. She hated the place. For many reasons she won't care to justify.
As the young diviner introduced himself, Malva just gave a small nod, as if she couldn't care less. She could assure him that wasn't the case. She was just enjoying the fresh air outside and she didn't expect any company so yes, if you were her, you'd be indifferent too. When he asked her if it was light magic she was using on the vines earlier, she averted her gaze on to the diviner instead, her sapphire hues analyzing him slowly. "You're sure a curious little one, aren't you. But yes, the form of magic that I was using on the vines earlier was in fact, light magic. It's very distinctive from dark magic but it's not that much of a difference. The contrast between both are not really a lot once you see it." The way she talked was as if she was a wielder of both light and dark magic, which she was. But he didn't know that, now did he?
She guessed it wasn't something she should be hiding anymore nowadays. Her identity, her abilities. Everything. She was way too tired to even hold up another identity to mask her own. "But seeing as I never intended for the vines to actually choke people and kill them like some artificial snake, I didn't use dark magic. I only used the small bit of light in the form of my own objective. Which was, to grow and support the go green campaign." The small tinge of sarcasm could be detected very easily, especially with the way she was speaking." She knew, it wasn't long until the curious doe of a diviner asked her how she was able to wield both forms of magic seeing as they were categorized into their own, and she wasn't even the ambassador. There was no reason she could wield both forms unless she was in the position where she was able to.
Turning to her side, she tilted her head slightly as she raised her eyebrows. "You want me to teach you that? Aren't you a dark diviner?" She meant no offense but she could see the dark aura emitting from him very clearly. Of course, she knew not all dark diviners are those petty mean witches. She wasn't stupid to think so. "I could teach you a few things, I guess..but don't you have a grimoire of your own?" Now, Malva was purely asking out of genuine confusion. It took her a while to realize, not all of them have grimoires since those were ones passed from factions and bloodlines. Even if you have a long line of witches, sometimes, the grimoires were no use. It depends on the person, really. "You knew well that most diviners didn't like to share their spells, yet you still asked. You're one interesting diviner, Maverick."
"Fortunately for you, I'm not stingy. Well, not when it comes to my spells of course." She was sure he would be surprised when he found out that there were a lot more spells that she never gave such knowledge to the witches of old. The only one who had access to all her spells were Gabriel Dimitreu, her apprentice. And of course, formerly Stephen Hunt. "Not many like to practice their magic out in the open. I don't, too. What happened earlier was merely an accident. I tend to go off the grid when my mind is elsewhere." Pursing her lips lightly, she decided to ask him. "Maverick, aren't you curious who I am? Obviously, you can't decide whether I'm a light or dark diviner. You also can't sense any diviner aura on me. Yet I practice them as if they were my toys. I could be a bad guy here." Now, Malva isn't one for quizzes but sometimes, she does like to go out of her comfort zone and survey around.
The longer the Maverick stood around the stranger, the more curious he was. He let his hand fall back at his side, not offended one bit as he figured the woman was like him when it came to meeting strangers. Of course the Russian Diviner never met someone with opens arms so he wouldn’t be surprised if he met someone similar in that aspect, plus he did just interrupt the Aspect’s afternoon. However, Mav was pleasantly surprised to see that she entertained his questions by answering them. She could have told him to get lost like other Diviners might have but he was getting something he hadn’t in a while. Answers. He had been walking around, trying to get his mind around the situation when the comet landed; causing a shift in his magic and also in himself.
He merely shrugged and lightly grinned when she said he was a curious one. It almost made him chuckle to be called ‘little’ as the woman herself was petite herself, though he was sure by the sound of her tone that she wasn’t referring to size. She spoke with the eloquence that clued him in that she has been around on the Earth longer than her appearance showed. It wouldn’t be the first time that he came across the concept of immortality. Though when he heard the tone play with sarcasm for a split second, it made him chuckle silently to himself. He was glad the possibility of the sarcasm held, that it was possible she may not carry the aura of seriousness all the time though Maverick was guilty of that at times.
“I have a feeling that I might able to tap into that type of magic now,” he added, his icy blues hues flickering to the water just before he spoke. “It’s sort of an experiment,” he admitted when she seemed curious about as to why he wanted to learn magic that involved channeling light magic. All his life he practice the dark magic spells but ever since he was in Detroit and the comet hit one night, his magic has been out of sorts to say the least. “That's if you’re willing to give me a chance,” he asked with a hint of a grin as his gaze flickered back over to her.
When she question him of having his own grimoire, he frowned the slightest before shrugging once again. “I lost in Russia. Getting back would be difficult," though he feared that was an understatement. "For all I know, it could be in the wrong hands right now. I can’t even do a simple location spell on it,” he admitted before shaking his head as he let a genuine disappointment cross his eyes before letting it disappear. He figured whoever has it must have cloaked it but he wasn’t going to lay out that problem on her.
“I like to push my boundaries. Either way I go trouble finds me or I go looking for it,” he said, with a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone as his lips tugged into a slight smirk. “No? Well I’d be more than appreciative if you showed me a spell,” he said as his smirk turned into a smile at the mention of her not being stingy with spells she might be willing to share. Now he was getting somewhere after being stuck for months during his time in Evermore. He was starting to resent the city after hitting so many dead ends that it was a wonder to him why he hadn’t left yet.
However, her words pulled him from his small reverie as if they were a heed of caution or something similar to the sorts. Maybe he was too blinded by an opportunity he saw to learn to really question the woman’s sorts of magic. He didn’t want to give her a spiel about him being surround by darkness all his life. The kind of people he grew up around with did acts with pure evil and darkness; that he can tell if someone had malicious intents right away. While he did seem like an eager but naive learner in this moment, other times he was more cautious but went out the window in these last few moments he guessed. “While I can’t figure you out...I’m sure you would have already taken advantage of my blindside if you were out to get me or use me in that way,” he said as he studied her. The over-friendliness attitude one would use to get someone to trust them under false pretenses was a tactic he knew well and while the woman showed indifference to him, surely there wasn’t anything Maverick could offer the woman to help. “Maybe knowing your name will help me figure you out?” He asked with a small crooked smile as he realized he never got her name. “That’s if you’re willing to tell me,” he added before letting his eyes on the rushing water. Would he know anything about the Aspects? It can certainly be doubted but whether this would turn into a history lesson for him or end with her telling him to get lost was something only time could tell.