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. 

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Sebastian definitely felt more nervous on the inside than he was showing on the outside, honestly he hadn’t really been expecting her to show up here now and yet he couldn’t help but feel relieved knowing the world had finally brought her back to them. He chuckled when she said he wasn’t a priestess “Well observed, I guess your eyes actually do work then” he commented under his breath, jesting the fact that despite him searching for eye contact with her she was avoiding it at every turn. He knew why she was doing it, it had always been easier for her to stay made at him when she avoided eye contact with him. “Very well” Sebastian purred when the blonde asked if the two of them knew one another “Rest your mind seniorita, she’s more likely to hurt me than the other way around” he gave a dry laugh, the aspect of magic could be pretty hot-tempered, he remembered that well.

He noticed the slight pause she gave when he spoke about fixing the place like he promised her he would, it was enough for him to know that she was entirely cold to him now, despite the impression she was trying to give, there was a part of her deep down that would always value their relationship. He pressed his lips together and then grinned when Mal said he was always shady “She’s not wrong there” but it seemed like he had convinced the blonde well enough that there was no harm to be found her. No matter how angry Mal made him, he would never hurt her and the aspect knew that well enough. Once Octavia had left the room he instructed the rest of his students to head back to the dorms and practice, after all, he didn’t particularly want an audience for what came next.

He pressed his lips together, giving a half glare when she immediately commented about how the place seemed like it was a summer camp for diviners “They left, despite years of trying to revive this place to the way it was, they were too afraid of the dark magic which held onto it” that was where he was different, he embraced dark magic and light magic alike, he knew they both had their place in the world and that neither could be truly shunned “You know what they’re like...with their harsh guidelines and rules, they decided it was better to find new ley lines to rebuild” but he had stayed because it was important to him to restore this place. “Nice to see you too, bonita” he commented in a somewhat sarcastic tone because two of them could play the coy game.

“Seems like you know a little about the fight with dark magic yourself” he commented bluntly, he hadn’t been able to pin it before but now he could see it well enough, her energy was different, something had changed within her which had affected her magic “I don’t remember you caring for the decor much before...well except for that time when you covered one of the statue’s eyes with your shirt before we…” he didn’t finish the words because she knew what he meant.

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