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She knew it was wrong. How many times had she told herself that it was utterly and inexplicably wrong? More times than she could count to. Yet there she was, the now slightly flaxen haired Aspect of Magic was standing her ground on venturing off to the city of Argolis. Malva had placed all hands on deck upon deciding that she shall go off to Greece to search for any other possible answers she could be provided with, regarding the fall and destruction of their home, Isle of Skye. How could the Russian born woman forget about it? How could any one of them forget what happened? There was no way she could push it aside without investigating about it. Only, she knew she had to push the matter aside for a while as she got down and resolved other problems on her plate.
It has been at least an hour since she had let her eyes linger on the the red ruby pendant that laid prettily on the table not far off from where she stood. Malva leant against the wall of her room and crossed her arms in contempt. She wasn’t sure what to do with the petty little trinket that she has had in her possession for almost four centuries now. For such a small thing, it held a certain aura to it and it wasn’t at all near pleasantries. It held all the dark energy she harnessed for some particular missions back in the days. Sometimes, in order to best the darkness, was to overtake it using the lesser known method. One it doesn’t expect you to go for. Life did have a tendency at wanting the most twisted for everything.
Shaking her head at her own herself, she grabbed the pendant and tossed it into the drawer before closing it furiously and sat on her bed, her sapphire hues never leaving the mahogany wooden table. It didn't last as long as she thought it would though, seeing as Malva went back to grab it and pushed it inside her purse. It wasn’t as if she could avert her attention so easily without any reason to do so despite giving herself one very solid one. Which was to forget about the past and move ahead in her life. But it’s always easier said than done, per usual. The pendant might look fancy and pretty, but it was gleaming in a very malevolent light. And if there was anything Mal knew from centuries of dwelling around magic, it’s that she doesn’t go well surrounding herself with so much dark energy as it tempts her. But she needed it for this journey.
But after what Octavia told her that day, she couldn't forget about it. This is something she needed to do, she convinced herself to do it. Her touch with magic in general had been cut off, albeit not fully, but it doesn't feel like how it was supposed to feel and if Malva couldn't cope or adapt to those changes, then what's the point? Especially with the chaos incited as of late, things were hectic and it was slowly overwhelming the purple dragon to the brink of insanity. Mal had rummaged through her closet yesterday to find one particular book she kept locked away until she realized she didn't bring it with her. Keeping it in the manor should have been the safest choice but not to Malva, that book was way too important to just be laying around so she had kept it somewhere else in 1698.
Mal didn't pack much, she literally only put enough clothes to last for a few weeks because the Citadel had their own clothes to be worn and they can venture to Athens if they want. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown and it was slightly longer, the Aspect of Magic stared at her reflection in the mirror before making her way downstairs with her luggage, to wait for Octavia at the living room. This trip wouldn't be anywhere near a luxurious vacation to Greece, yeah people know they'll stay at a hotel in Athens but Mal was going on a pilgrimage to Mycenae Citadel located in Argolis which would take all the attention away. She perched one arm on the couch and allowed her white persian ragdoll cat, Seraphire, nestle in her lap.
He nodded slightly, they’d always worked best together when it came to that kind of thing, they could bounce ideas off one another and take it in turns to practice out the spells, tweaking the incantations and the power sources bit by bit until the desired result was found “Some of my favorite memories revolve around figuring out how to do the impossible together” it was challenging, she always challenged him to work harder and be stronger, he wouldn’t be the diviner he was today if not for her pushing.
He knew how hard this was for her, she’d always struggled with balancing her own identity and the aspect of magic, sometimes they felt like the same person and sometimes they felt so far apart that it was hard to believe that sometimes quite vulnerable girl had so much weight on her shoulders, not that many got to see that side of her, she was good at covering it up. “That’s what happens when you keep trying to drag the entire of the magical realm behind you” she was tired out and how could it be any other way when she always felt responsible for every little thing that happened, even when it was nothing to do with her.
He laughed when she finished her sentence with ‘assuming you’re bad’ before shrugging “I guess the selfish part of me definitely notices what I want in other people and how I could get it from them” it was morality that determined whether you chased down said thing or did the right thing and let it pass by. “Still it isn’t a defense to betray someone who trusted you” there wasn’t really an excuse for that, especially when said person rarely handed their trust over to anyone for fear of that exact same thing happening.
He froze for a moment when the setting changed, spotting the snow as it fell outside the windows and pursed his lips because it felt familiar to him. Seeing the way she panicked he sucked in a deep breath and held it, was he in this memory? The one which ranked…first. He softened his eyes for a moment “You have to…all of this will have been for nothing if you can’t make it through the last one…” and selfishly, he needed to know if this was really the memory he thought it was.
If it wasn't for the fact that something terrible happened between them both centuries ago, she would've told him she missed him. She missed his company, his witty remarks and his attractive and otherwise insufferable attitude. Sebastian worked best with her and she him. They were both smart and ambitious, which made them a powerful combination. Sometimes the Aspect of Magic wondered if their interests clashed with each other because if it didn't, they would've controlled everything. Once upon a time, they would be considered an unstoppable duo. "There is truly no impossible when you put your mind to it… you were already someone born with an affinity to magic, it flows through you… magic is your nature. You just needed an outlet… to channel all of those possibilities to make it something possible."
She had a slight scowl when he pointed out that she was dragging the entire magical world behind her because somehow she felt offended by that jab, no matter how much truth lies within it. "I can't give it up now, it's not as if I haven't thought about it, you know. But the responsibility is mine until it isn't. Right now, it's not the best time to give up the mantle." Both of them also knew if she gave it up, there would be no reason to keep her here. She would return to what she once was; dead. And somehow, it felt calming to Malva, who longed to rest. "Don't you worry about that, once everything is done, I'll rest and you won't need to be bothered by the likes of me." The new Aspect would be a lot friendlier than her. Everyone is.
"Trust is so easily bought and given, you give them that and they will take it for granted." Maybe that's why betrayals occur very often. Even to people who didn't deserve it. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes momentarily before going into the last memory, everything looked way too familiar, almost as if it was yesterday. There, they could see behind the curtains, the still versions of them talking and debating about keeping or sharing the new knowledge they discovered upon their pilgrimage to the same citadel. "There are things that shouldn't be shared, Sebastian, you know that too, deep down you do. Do not fight me on this, you know it's final."
It was strange, being back by her side again, it felt as though no time had passed at all but also like an eternity had dragged on too, everything was different now and he could feel the space between them but the same as he always did, he also felt a sense of closeness to her which he couldn’t deny, the same connection he always found with her. “Magic has always been the thing we know best in the world, even if we could never quite align on our thoughts of it’s use” he murmured softly, he respected why she was so strict and he had even seen the result of burns because of using magic recklessly, but he still believed in freedom of expression for diviners.
He pressed his lips together, selfishly he didn’t want to give up, not now or ever, it was hard for him to imagine or even try to picture what the world would look like without her as the aspect of magic, he didn’t even want to entertain the idea or speculate it. “None of your kind have ever…resigned” he commented in a soft voice, they had no idea what the outcome would be in the end, that was the truth of it. “Real trust is rare to find, most people act as though trust is easy to hand out but it isn’t, everyone has those little doubts in their chest” he did around most people because he knew what greed and selfishness could do.
As the memory faded in, there was no doubt about the settling, though he had to admit it was strange to experience it this way, like watching through a frosted screen while also flashing himself back to the very moment he stood there. He pressed his lips together as he watched it unfold, seeing the way his younger self was getting heated with her when she forbade him to continue with the spell, in hindsight, he could see how influenced he seemed while standing on the outside. “I should have known what would happen” he grumbled under his breath as he turned away, almost ashamed to see the two of them fighting.