Lunacy Cut Material - Aelwyn's Arrest
Aelwyn Abernant came back to herself on a cold tile floor, feeling like her teeth had melted into the back of her throat and she had been beaten over every inch of her body. It was far worse than the normal hangovers she'd grown used to, even after the most exuberant of Durden parties.
"Daughter, you're awake." came the cold voice of her father above her, fury radiating off him. "You've made a great deal of trouble for us."
Was she dead and in Elf Hell or alive? Surely Hell wouldn't have such a horrific and specific punishment for her. A flash of memory; Adaine being stabbed, the strike force coming to take her… A blur, past that.
She schooled her expression as best she could. "Father." Should she apologize? Would it help? She'd never been in this level of trouble before. She didn't see Kalina around; maybe the Shadowcat had just given up on her.
That made two of them, if so.
"You've started a war between Solace and Fallinel, and you've gotten yourself infected by that creature, as well. We will be pursuing a cure, but it will be some time. In the meantime, we will be storing you somewhere safe. I'm sure you will be grateful for the mercy and effort we are going to for you."
Aelwyn swallowed. "Well. Yes. Of course I am grateful." She was also measuring her own remaining spell slots at the moment. Not nearly enough, even if this place wasn't warded against teleport; Father would probably try to counter her.
"Then stand up, and hold still."
Aelwyn staggered to her feet, and obeyed, and held still, and defied her father only where he could not see her, just like always. In this case, where he could not see her was in her own head, stuffing everything she could in a hasty package in her head. Father was not going to help her, and wherever mother had gone she wouldn't either. There was nobody who would.
…Maybe one person. If she was even still alive, if she could forgive, if, if…
It was better than zero people, though she probably would have been better off if Penelope or Kalvaxus had just had her killed instead.
She mentally tied the package of memories and mind she no longer held on her surface level, scrabbling to think of a message that was as much a prayer as anything on the outside of it, giving a hiss out as other members of the Court of Stars placed silver shackles around her wrists. Maybe a subtle test, but from what she remembered, a clear sign that the curse had taken fully, that the afflicted had transformed, and thus the curse had become nearly impossible to remove. More likely, just additional punishment.
I know things have not been the best between us, but if you are willing to use this properly, I will owe you more than the one drink, little sister. If not, please just kill me.
Her internal magic finished locking into place, her access to those memories blurry at best and already on their way to being erased entirely, the purer copies being the protected ones.
"Should we cover those?" Another member of the Court asked. "No need. The orb's magic will keep it from killing her." Her ankles were similarly bound in silver, a burning sensation making it hard to even stay on her feet and not start just screaming. But that would do her no good, would make her look like the animal they might think her as a transparent orb of pure force formed around her and lifted her into the air.
She looked over to father, and much of her memory of what had led her here was lacking now, but.. this seemed so unnecessarily humiliating, being raised up above everyone. She hesitated to protest, even the slightest amount, but… "I could just be locked into a normal cell, father. I won't resist."
"That is true, Aelwyn, you will not. Because you will not be allowed to regain the spells that could make you a danger. We cannot risk a werewolf getting to the population at large, you understand."
The orb started to rotate underneath her feet, the shackles causing her to lose her footing and have to wriggle, roll, and slide almost right away.
It was a very long time before she was able to stop again.
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a small detail from the final episode that made me go unreasonably feral;
when they're all sitting around discussing su yin's evil stepmother era what happened to huai'en, siming has a sword by his side
and i remember thinking "since when does he carry a sword???"
but he doesn't
it's jinbao's
and it would have been perfectly reasonable for jinbao to place it against the table if he had been on the other side of it, but at the start of the scene he's standing behind siming with his hands on siming's shoulders
later in the scene he even moves even further away from his sword and places himself on the other side of siming
so this little ball of sunshine that takes his martial arts oh so seriously still handed over his sword to his husband for safekeeping while his young master threw yet another fit of despair
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Sometimes I forget that Flatland is something I can interpret as my own thing so I'ma do that now.
Ik these look very inspired by Flatland 2007, cuz they lowkey are, but I just really like how A. Sphere looks I'm sorry (ik the creator is bad but I can't help the brainworms). I wanted to add quirks tho so it's better imo. My versions of the characters if you will. More fun to draw for me and less ugly (on A. Square's end).
They have actual names and design purposes for each thing. Abel's glove to prevent contamination into himself from Flatland, Anthony's glasses and front hairs being makeshift arms, all that has a reason lol.
More explanations of stuff below cut:
The Flatland parts of Flatland the book stay the same mostly. I'm not changing much there. I do want to flesh out Spaceland tho, so I'ma do that cuz I'm super self-indulgent.
In my version of Flatland, I think it would've been fuunier if out of frustration, Abel Spherious ("A Sphere"), grabbed Anthony Squaur ("A Square") out of Flatland and yoinked him out without thinking about the consequences. He realizes shortly after that he probably shouldn't have done that, and it will probably have horrendous consequences later down the line.
Abel almost kills Anthony on accident, so uh, yikes. But then after bringing him out of Flatland, he decides to work with it, taking him back to his office to do his report on Flatland. He sorta keeps him hidden, but on the last day Anthony gets leaked to the public and the war starts over it rip. However, the span that this is like 3 days, so they get time to chat and develop communication skills n stuff.
Also, since the gravity is so harsh on Anthony's body, he struggles with talking, only emerging little squeaks. Eventually he's able to use a device to get his thoughts across (probably like a telegraph or smth), so the first day or so of being out of Flatland was a terrible time for communication. Especially when you're so entranced with the idea of seeing your "god's" insides.
Also, Abel just kinda finds Anthony gross in general (cuz he looks like a bacteria) and rejects all advances until Anthony learn to properly yap though morse code. When Anthony writes the Flatland novel, Abel translates it for the world of Spaceland to read and not want to obliterate Flatland. However, that is after his misadventures in the fourth dimension (boo a Heightlander's Escape reference tomato tomato).
These are some studies of the two. I really like the hairs on Anthony, it makes him so much more expressive. Also, Abel is a slaying king, I love him sm.
Also, Abel is like the last person who should be in charge of a company. That shit goin down the drain in a week I swear (he came to work high every day his first month of being CEO). I'll probably change the name a lil I just have to cook.
Also, silly joke of how Anthony and Abel met lol.
Have a good one broskies :)))
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