#& stregobor ( ohkraken )

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cont    /    @ohkraken​  (  stregobor  )

𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂  𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙷𝙸𝙼  𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 .  everything  about  the  sorcerer  does ,  at  present .  it  used  to  be  quite  different ,  not  even  too  long  ago ,  certainly  not  for  their  life  span .  stregobor  had  been  someone  mousesack  looked  up  to ,  even  admired ,  but  he  was  younger ,  back  then ,  blind  to  his  true  nature  and  easily  fooled  by  his  enticing  words .  he  can  see  him  clearer  than  he  ever  did  now ,  and  he  does  not  like  what  he  is  met  with ,  it  makes  his  gaze  grow  sharper  and  shoulders  rigid ,  made  stiff  by  an  ache  that  never  healed  right .  the  worst  kind  of  it ,  one  he  feels  powerless  against .   ❛  oh ,  i  see  things  as  they  are  now .  ❜    and  he  really  should  leave  it  at  that ,  should  know  better  than  to  utter  more ,  to  reveal  more ,  leave  him  sore  spots  to  find ,  but  perhaps  that  little  boy  is  still  there  somewhere ,  heart  singed  with  betrayal .    ❛  i  was  a  fool  to  ever  believe  you  could  have  used  your  power  to  do  some  good  in  this  world .  rest  assured ,  i  will  not  make  the  same  mistake  twice .  ❜  

[snarkomancy]

@ohkraken cont. from here

Philippa smiles, ever so kindly, twirling a lock of hair around her index finger as she steps closer, too close for comfort. Her eyes are cold as ice, hard as stone.

I see you, Stregobor, she thinks. I see you, and I see right through you.

“No need to reiterate your reasoning, honoured colleague.” 

Her smile grows a little wider as she loops her arm through his, directing her gaze up at him in a perfect imitation of awestruck respect. 

“Let me express myself in a less…confrontational way: I am understandably concerned about the apparent lack of scientific reasoning behind your…methods.” She spits out the word like a curse, her distaste a stark contrast to her ever so pleasant demeanour. “Remind me again how many girls you’ve cut to pieces, now? And what you’ve learned as a result of doing so? I’ve been following your research rather closely, you know, and I am unsure whether I find myself more struck by the rate of mortality or the complete and utter lack of both results and scientific foundation.” 

She flutters her lashes, runs her tongue over her teeth. If he wants to play this game, she’ll happily oblige - she’ll win in the end, of that she is convinced. She always wins. 

“I might even be tempted to think that this is all for your enjoyment. Unless the thought of a powerful yet unpredictable woman simply frightens you, but we both know that can’t possibly be true, do we now?”

[banardboy]

‘ Quiet. Lower your voice. Have a care who you speak to like that. ’ ( from stregobor ! )

the last wish meme // accepting // @ohkraken

“and why should i?” istredd asked, keeping his volume consistent. he was neither irritated nor irate so it was perfectly even in tone. that should have been a hint to stregobor just how serious he was in that moment. “it’s just you and i here, stregobor. no students to hear me impugn your honor, no sorceresses to spy on us. it’s just you and me, stregobor, so why don’t you tell me what this is really about?”

[rectoress]

@ohkraken​ said: ‘ stop making a fool out of me . ’ ( from stregobor uwu )  /   (   *   & .   –   WLW  BOPS  ⚢  LYRIC  STARTERS .

               “i was not.” the revulsion, the contempt, the dubiosity the mage inspires are all adroitly concealed, tucked under the affable curve of a polished smile. above the stiff brocade of her gown, tissaia’s fingers are neatly, delicately woven, and they press against it as though meaning to stifle a more internal reaction. in spite of the deferential front she offered and the genteel demeanour with which the archmistress is wont to carry herself, there is an undeniable coolness to her gaze and an unmistakable bite to edge in her tone. “if we are to be candid with one another, stregobor, you’re managing remarkably well by yourself.”