for iris;

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Prompt 1: C.C. and Lucius, "Black Magic". Somarium-verse.

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1.
Everything about this woman screams the sort of magic he isn't familiar with. Maybe it's the fact that no witch he knows has eyes like hers, not even his own wife's. Ancient, knowing eyes that catch light when there's no light, and the tips of something as red as blood and as old as time briefly seen on her forehead.

He finds himself drawn, and he presses gloved fingers to her forehead. It's a mistake better thought of, of course, because the world begins to spin, and he's sucked into a white world, skeletons of the dead and the ticking of a broken clock off it's hinges, swirling about. He can see the ancient past, the distant future, and the wars and deaths of countless millions in the span of a second. And there she is, broken under the purple-light of a cathedral, praying feverishly to a God that will never listen to her again.

"What---is---- that---" He gasps, finding himself lying on the couch, trembling despite himself. His guest stares down at him, her face twisting into something sad and bitter.

She says two words.

2.
He didn't realize his maid was the culprit but stumbling across her body on that night like he did was no mere coincidence. Her hair is caked in red and her stomach is gone. Her mouth smeared in a single crimson smirk of amusement. The brand he saw on that day is on her head and Cheese-kun collects dirt and blood a few feet away.

"She won't be happy about that, " He thinks, and he has to be somewhat logical or else he'll start to actually be frightened. So he decides better yet to instead of actually take her back to that boy's house, to take her back to his. Her body is light in his arms and she dangles like a ragdoll, but her hair is as bright as ever.

Halfway to his house he hears it--a shaky, gasping breath. He's watching the inside of her stomach cavity being sewn together in front of his very eyes, and in the dark, always in the dark, C.C. holds him with her eyes, her beautiful golden eyes, and stares at him.

"What----are--you.." He says, and she leans in close, bloodied lips in his ear.

"Black Magic."

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Prompt 2: Aerith & Lucius Yin and Yang, FF7-verse.

She is too bright to exist here. As he sits in her garden, breathes in her yellow flowers and her white lilies, he wonders about her. "I told you if you think too much you're going to get wrinkles, and this hair of yours will make you look like Santa Claus instead of the handsome Mr. Malfoy. "  A laugh, a smile, as her hand slips into his hair, then a tug. He has no idea why he lets her do what she does, crawl her way into his heart with her rosy-smile and her brilliant green eyes, but he does.

If Aerith is the light, then he is inevitably part of the darkness that haunts her every footfall. He isn't stupid, you see. He knows when she arrives late to dinner, her cheeks flushed from the wind hitting her face, that could only come from running away. Or that sometimes her eyes will go distant as she pauses, as if listening to something. There's something off about her.

And when a man in a suit arrives at his door in the Upper Plate with a rod in his hand, he knows what he's going to ask, and he knows what his answer will be.

"I think, " He begins, with a haughty pause, "That asking me about whether or not I'm acquainted with someone, is hardly part of business."

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But as she walks towards him carrying the scent of sunlight and flowers that he knows so well, her braid curling around her hips, her arms outstretched, a sweet smile on her face, he decides that yin and yang is not so bad. Shinra can find another prize, he will keep this light to himself.