Viktor

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Blue Eyed Samurai
THE ONRYO
Made of Mixed Metal

》I have no interest in money or power. I have no interest in being happy; only satisfied. 《

⟢ / writing older mage vik stuff and having to pause bc it’s making me emo

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"You're gorgeous and graceful but more importantly, It doesn't matter what you wear when you look so ethereal"

He smiled and helped zip up the back before leaning in and placing a kiss to her shoulder.

[She's so pretty]

He thinks to himself silently.

He's letting out a gasp and smile.

"Please?! If it doesn't fit anywhere I'll adjust it!!"

"You're gorgeous and strong, not to mention highly intelligent, what about us is there not to like?"

Viktor stayed seated. Quiet while the ritual took place. Only once there was certainty that it was a good time to speak he would speak.

"What is a flower that the god, that's taken a shine to me, likes? I'll alter one of them and grow a small field of them as thanks."

"Peace to me might have a different meaning, peace for me is the comfort of healing others. Music is a temporary remedy. But I thank him regardless for the effort made"

Viktors seated on his knees now, Watching.

"How odd that he'd choose Music to reach me when it's not usually my forte. I only learned of music and such after the creation of the Commune."

There's a soft laugh though as if Viktor enjoyed the oddity.

"So long as my people are comfortable and safe I don't mind being watched over."

"Freyr? What or who is that?"

He's got a small head tilt like that of a confused dog.

Mostly just to show he genuinely is paying attention since his emotions are stagnant.

Failing because of how sweet but nervous he is on the regular. Even so it's genuine admiration even now.

@thewolfofnoxus.bsky.social

Humming and tugging Ambessa along to a dress he had made for her secretly.

"You're like a lantern. The colors remind me of a lantern and I could think of no one better to wear this dress . . . After all, you do light up my heart"

He tried to flirt but perhaps was

Although that was the case he still heard the requests and thoughts of his followers. Occasionally and very quietly humming an old song. One he felt nostalgic about but not one he recognized.

It seems a god is favoring him yet he's unknowing of it

"You're intriguing to put it as politely as I can. It would be my honor to join you for the Sacrifice of The Deer and the Appreciation of its life and death"

He's not drowning but he's not smiling either. Viktor is simply existing.

"Would my company be appreciated during your calm time?"

He asked in retort, it seems he's not against it but clearly wants express permission.

"understood. Is there anything I can do to help?"

How about a trade? You teach me your language and I'll write about my plants and animals for you? "

"A lot of the Plant and Animal culture here is altered by my magic"

Viktor is unknowingly a lot like. Human turned fae with his magic and with how the Hexcore reacts with nature around him.

"Though I could make a comprehensive book about them if you'd like?"

"to avoid discrimination it's best to genuinely learn about a person. In this case it's the culture you're a part of that sets you out from the rest and as such I'm learning so I don't upset you with saying something wrong or cruel"

"perhaps. Perhaps. Either way I'll be there for you"

"I'll be there if for nothing else then to support you and your endeavors"

He notices changes in the moss around him, its like his magic is fusing to the dead moss. It's odd how his magic reacts almost unnaturally.

I can fully say that this is not my magic and yet it's around me. Is this good or?"

Clueless.

"In an unfair war, of course people suffer"

He sighed.

"Is Freyja happy to be a mother? Perhaps that's something that should be asked"

He slowly sat in the moss which seemed to glow around him.

Unfamiliar runes, runes that are not his encircle him.

Viktor looks at it confused.

"Well,

Lore of the gods to things and people he knows of already as a way to make sense of each thing spoken of.

Until he hummed.

"And why would Odin be unallowed the area where your magic is from?"