Instar Diviner

Looping Til' It's Right (Penelope & Erythreus)


✧ Looping Til' It's Right ✧
Some time had passed since Penelope's adventure with Bexley, during which they had helped Ery find his way back to his domain, allowing Crane to rest and forcing Bexley to confront her own journey toward healing. With the excitement behind her, Penelope returned to her solitary life, dedicating herself to the task of keeping The Archive Hall safe and meticulously documenting magical items and their uses. It was a life filled with potential danger, yet it was essential for the stability of Ailward and future magical users.

Since that day, she had received several intriguing packages from the local museum, all labeled as unknown magical objects. As she opened one box, a strange twist of metal tumbled out, glinting in the dim light. Pulling her hair to the side, she grabbed her notepad and began to jot down the object's appearance, along with the date and time. It was vital to record everything in case something unusual occurred during her testing. After a few moments of experimentation, she discovered that it was a device intended to trap small to medium animals. Satisfied with her findings, she meticulously noted its purpose before moving on to the next box.

Hours passed as she delved into the contents of the various packages, her focus unwavering until she reached the final box. As she opened it, a gentle yawn escaped her lips, and in response, the Archives Hall conjured a steaming cup of coffee. "Thank you," she murmured softly, wrapping her fingers around the warm mug and savoring the rich aroma. She slid into one of the many chairs surrounding the oversized table, which was cluttered with her notes and magical items. With a contented sigh, she prepared to examine the last item when she heard the familiar sound of the door creaking open.

"Well, well, what brings the Angel of Death to my never-ending hall?" she greeted with an easy smile, but her expression quickly shifted to concern as she sensed something was amiss. "Is the gateway still open?" Setting her mug down with a soft thud, she moved toward him, holding the magical item—a coin engraved with an intricate hourglass design—like a lifeline.

Her heart raced as she awaited his response, the weight of the moment pressing on her. The atmosphere in the Archives shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. Penelope studied his face, searching for any signs of distress or urgency. She was ready to spring into action, her mind racing with possibilities of what could have gone wrong.
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    Ailward Aspect

    ✓ Erythreus Aliward

    The aspect of death knew better than most that the thing people regretted the most after passing was the things they hadn’t done, the chance they had not taken and the people they had not reunited with. It was those ties he had to cut for them to be able to let go and their spirits to move on and not linger. As an immortal he had several centuries behind him with thing he wished he had done differently. When his time would come to pass he believed that his many disastrous relations would be what haunted him and kept him prisoner on earth wandering around as a faint ghost seeing how they got the happy emending head wished for. Would it ever be his time? ”You’re right I should but it’s still a little sensitive so maybe not yet” Erythreus said sadly. Not only could it bring up old wounds or infect them, the three of them seemed to bring trouble and misery whenever they got together.

    ”Thats another way to see it” Ery chuckled amazed with the passion and love she spoke of the archives. He didn’t have a place like that where he felt completely at ease not even in the manor or at the isle of Skye. ”Isn´t that what books, movies and podcast are all about? Escaping the world for a bit forgetting about all nonsens and light worries” The broody male had been there many times himself but his way of escape wasn’t as innocent and health as daydreaming. The booze had been his way of escaping the harsh reality for the last few years. ”Glad to hear someone would notice my absence” The aspect mumbled his eyes on the floor. It was a thought that had bothered him lately. If someone would even miss him if he were to disappear.

    ”I think it appears differently depending who’d look at it ” He tried to recall more about what the old diviner had told him when giving him the ring. Now that he thought of it the whole thing had been kind of sketchy. Why would someone just approach him and give him a magical ring? Had he been so enchanted by love that he had stoped seeing warning signs. ”The woman told me that the ring would form it self to whatever appealed the one admiring it”

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    Instar Diviner

    ✓ Penelope Winston


    ✧ Looping Til' It's Right ✧
    As Penelope observed the sadness etched into Erythreus’s posture, she felt a deep pang of empathy for him. The weight of his grief radiated from his very soul, and she wished there were words that could truly alleviate his pain. Yet, she knew she couldn’t fully understand the breadth of his experiences; after all, he was a Aspect, a being crucial to the balance of the world, while she was merely a diviner tasked with safeguarding dangerous magical artifacts. In her own mind, she felt vastly replaceable—someone who could slip away without consequence, while he bore a responsibility that could not be so easily dismissed..

    “Just know that I’m always just a short flight away if you need someone outside the manor to talk to or whatever you need,” she offered, hoping to provide him some comfort amidst the turmoil swirling within him..

    A gentle smile graced her lips as she continued, “There are countless ways to escape the heaviness of our minds and the pressure from those around us.” She shrugged lightly, her tone growing a bit more playful. “One of my favorite pastimes is building worlds in Sims.” A soft chuckle escaped her as she added, “The game can get dark if you know how to play it that way, or it can be a whimsical dream, depending on your mood.”.

    Noticing the wave of self-doubt that washed over Ery, she reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm. Sometimes, words were inadequate; sometimes, all one needed was a simple touch to convey understanding and support..

    She considered his description of the ring he was searching for. “Well, that sounds like quite a tricky ring to track down,” she mused, giving a gentle sigh. “I hope you’re prepared for a long night.” Her weak chuckle was laced with camaraderie. “A good place to start would be the Ring Vault. I think I managed to wrangle most of the rings into it that were scattered around here.” Penelope couldn’t help but marvel at how her father had ever found anything in the chaos before his passing..

    With a wave of her hand, her eyes began to glow a vibrant red, and the Archives responded to her magic. The hall before them shifted, morphing like a Rubik's Cube until it finally landed on the Ring Vault, a grand door crafted from obsidian and engraved with the likeness of a ring..

    Penelope closed the distance between herself and the door, summoning a dagger that appeared in the air before her. Without hesitation, she pricked her finger, drawing blood with precision. Using her blood, she inscribed a series of symbols in a circular pattern upon the door. After stepping back, she watched as her blood began to glow, causing the vault door to crack apart and vanish, revealing a deep chamber brimming with rings, each displayed in its own box. Some bore tags detailing their magical properties..

    “Come along,” she beckoned, her voice light as she entered the vault with graceful, buoyant steps. “The safer ones are on the golden shelves at the front. The further back you go, the deadlier they become.” She glanced over her shoulder at Ery, her enthusiasm bubbling to the surface. .

    As she began examining the first group of rings, she asked, “Is there a phrase or something associated with allowing the ring to morph or cast an illusion for the bearer?” She resisted the urge to shout abracadabra, fully aware that it would likely trigger several of the joke rings in the room. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, eager to help Ery find the answers he sought.


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    Ailward Aspect

    ✓ Erythreus Aliward

    ”Thank you, that’s nice to know” Erythreus was flattered by the offer but couldn´t help but wonder she really meant it. He couldn’t shake the comparison with his ex that refused to vanish. There were many similarities between the women both gentle kind and blonde, making the world a better place, both too good for him. Serena, even just thinking her name hurt, had also offered to be there when things got rough. When the lights in his sometimes dark world fainted. She was maybe his biggest heartbreak yet. He´d imagined their life together and even though they had had their differences and tough times the aspect had always believed it would make the stronger. However she hadn’t shared that vision he was just a project someone she could fix. Perhaps it was the same with Penelope? The blonde hadn’t known him long enough too experience him in his worst, and it wouldn’t be fair off him to kill the light in this girls eyes to with his darkness. It was safer to stay away, easier to choose the sassier one night stands than to potentially ruin both of their lives.

    Erythreus stopped himself, now he’d let his mind drift away again. The diviner had only offered him a safe haven not a life together. She was probably not even interested in him that way. He pictured her kind of man someone very different from himself. Hell he didn’t even know if she had found her special one already.

    ”Sounds like a healthier pastime than mine” he scuffed. ” Maybe I should try it” he joked. The ancient aspect wasn’t exactly up to date with all electronics of this time. He didn’t even own a computer. The guard teased him for being a dinosaur when he needed help with the tech. Phones were toe easy to locate so he barely used those either.

    ”Why would it be easy” he sighed rolling his eyes and cursing Venetus for touching and gifting his belongings. ”Sure it somewhere to start” Ery agreed even though the aspect doubted the ring would have found its way back to the archives in the short time it had been gone. With his luck it wasn’t even in the country and guarded by some fairytale monsters and cursed. He followed Pen silently amazed of how the corridors changed shape soon her command.

    ”I don´t think so I think it needs physical touch to read the person and morph into the shape that pleases them” He hadn’t worn the ring himself so he wasn’t sure, it had mostly laid in a box in his drawer awaiting the right woman t give it to. Maybe it had more unrevealed powers. Should they try to find the woman selling it to him in the first place instead? He didn’t even know if she was still alive and could barely remember anything about her.