As the days passed, Varthamith had proven much of his use from Xyla. While he could go into various towns and buy the needed items for Xyla without a problem, she was hard at work with helping him research the means to find his immortality idea. The two seemed like an odd duo but they were comfortable with it. Varth however had some feelings brewing with Xyla. Despite her being a witch, he really did love her company more than anything.
On some nights, Varth would make dinner for the two of them out of good faith instead of the slop that Xyla usually made. And tonight he wanted to surprise her with a dish he found out was her favorite. Baked Flounder. Of course no oven existed in her home, so he had to make it elsewhere. The problem was that flounder was expensive, and his family had recently stopped talking to him altogether when he wouldn't explain what he was doing.
Yet he saved every bit for this moment. All his Gil he made with odd jobs would pay off. "One flounder, please!" he said with such a bold and prideful voice. The vendor did not deny him, offering a caught flounder that was just the right size.
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While this happened, Xyla started to work on her dolls once more. She attempted to use a small depleted crystal cluster infused with one of the wind sprites of the Shroud. She placed it in the head and attempted to activate it....to see it only fall before her without even a single motion. She rubbed her temple "That's the fifth one that broke...What am I doing wrong?" looking over the notes...until she noticed something among Varthamith's works. A book about very dark magic. Even about summoning Voidsent into this realm.
This was not going to fly at all...
"Why would he need-no...He wouldn't..." her mind put the pieces together, figuring out what he wanted to do. He wanted to become a Voidsent!
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Sadly Varthamith had all but forgotten about that idea since meeting Xyla. He was so in love that he wanted to change his research badly. Once he entered with the covered baked Flounder in secret he called out. "Xyla! I'm back from town-" and immediately was greeted with his book thrown at his face.
"You want to become a damn Daemon!" she spat at him with such distaste. For a witch, she never wanted anything to do with such spells. Varth tried to explain himself "I don't want to anymore-" but it was no good.Â
"You still have this book. Explain yourself!" Xyla huffed in her anger.
Varthamith sat the Flounder down quietly and told her...
"There is one method in this book that can bind the soul of someone to a magical artifact or any normal object. With enough magical power, and as long as that object cannot be destroyed...The person is immortal, but their body becomes a husk and eventually decays..."
Xyla simplified it. "A Lich. You want to be a fuckin' Lich!? That's like throwing away everything that made you who you are! I will not allow it!" her hands ablaze in fire and ready to burn the book. Varthamith held it out and said. "Do it...I don't need this method anymore."
Xyla was about to cast her spell when she smelt something faint. A ticking sensation...one that enticed her a lot. Her mouth started to drool and her mind was focused on it. "Is that...Flounder?" she turned to see what Varth had under the covers. Revealing the fresh and hot baked fish with mixed vegetables on the side. Golden brown to perfection. "I spent all the Gil i had to buy one. I...may or may not of read your diary when you were out." yet Xyla didn't seem to care. All she did was sit down and looked to Varthamith.
"...No one...has ever been so kind to me..." her eyes slowly watering up, letting loose tears of joy that really made her forget about the voidsent book. Varth lightly held her in his arms. Telling her
"...Thank you for being concerned about me." in relation to the book she reacted hatefully to.Â
And yes...the Fish was Delicious.
On some nights, Varth would make dinner for the two of them out of good faith instead of the slop that Xyla usually made. And tonight he wanted to surprise her with a dish he found out was her favorite. Baked Flounder. Of course no oven existed in her home, so he had to make it elsewhere. The problem was that flounder was expensive, and his family had recently stopped talking to him altogether when he wouldn't explain what he was doing.
Yet he saved every bit for this moment. All his Gil he made with odd jobs would pay off. "One flounder, please!" he said with such a bold and prideful voice. The vendor did not deny him, offering a caught flounder that was just the right size.
---
While this happened, Xyla started to work on her dolls once more. She attempted to use a small depleted crystal cluster infused with one of the wind sprites of the Shroud. She placed it in the head and attempted to activate it....to see it only fall before her without even a single motion. She rubbed her temple "That's the fifth one that broke...What am I doing wrong?" looking over the notes...until she noticed something among Varthamith's works. A book about very dark magic. Even about summoning Voidsent into this realm.
This was not going to fly at all...
"Why would he need-no...He wouldn't..." her mind put the pieces together, figuring out what he wanted to do. He wanted to become a Voidsent!
---
Sadly Varthamith had all but forgotten about that idea since meeting Xyla. He was so in love that he wanted to change his research badly. Once he entered with the covered baked Flounder in secret he called out. "Xyla! I'm back from town-" and immediately was greeted with his book thrown at his face.
"You want to become a damn Daemon!" she spat at him with such distaste. For a witch, she never wanted anything to do with such spells. Varth tried to explain himself "I don't want to anymore-" but it was no good.Â
"You still have this book. Explain yourself!" Xyla huffed in her anger.
Varthamith sat the Flounder down quietly and told her...
"There is one method in this book that can bind the soul of someone to a magical artifact or any normal object. With enough magical power, and as long as that object cannot be destroyed...The person is immortal, but their body becomes a husk and eventually decays..."
Xyla simplified it. "A Lich. You want to be a fuckin' Lich!? That's like throwing away everything that made you who you are! I will not allow it!" her hands ablaze in fire and ready to burn the book. Varthamith held it out and said. "Do it...I don't need this method anymore."
Xyla was about to cast her spell when she smelt something faint. A ticking sensation...one that enticed her a lot. Her mouth started to drool and her mind was focused on it. "Is that...Flounder?" she turned to see what Varth had under the covers. Revealing the fresh and hot baked fish with mixed vegetables on the side. Golden brown to perfection. "I spent all the Gil i had to buy one. I...may or may not of read your diary when you were out." yet Xyla didn't seem to care. All she did was sit down and looked to Varthamith.
"...No one...has ever been so kind to me..." her eyes slowly watering up, letting loose tears of joy that really made her forget about the voidsent book. Varth lightly held her in his arms. Telling her
"...Thank you for being concerned about me." in relation to the book she reacted hatefully to.Â
And yes...the Fish was Delicious.
