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"𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭?"
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⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️
Violence ✨Mild spice, nothing explicit✨
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞
The elders at the Kamar Taj had this annoying go-to phrase that magic was a form of art and that it required years of dedication, hard work and discipline to polish. On top of that, having a natural affinity for it was also a prerequisite.
Xiao had often been tempted to point out that calling magic an art would imply there being creativity involved, which the sorcerers at the Kamar Taj loved to systematically kill with their overabundance of rules.
Now that he was no longer affiliated with them, no longer bound by their traditions, he was free to concoct his flavour of magic without having to worry about his parents or his Aunt Weng screaming at him about it.
Guarding their sacred techniques felt pointless to him at times when the knowledge they were trying to protect flowed free with the wine and the credits in the black markets all across the globe.
As Xiao waits behind the door leading to Captain Grump's office room, he licks his chops, narrowing his eyes while trying to read the letters on the glowing screen. He manages to capture bits and pieces of Cap's long-winded rant punctuated with adequate sips of caffeine from his 'World's Biggest Brain' mug. Pink Fuzz's arms jerk in reflex every two minutes or so as if trying to hold onto something moving.
Xiao picks up a third scent; soon, he catches a glimpse of a mess of curly red hair peeling over the outline of his shoulder. The prattle of a fussing toddler reaches his ears, he doesn't have to wait too long before he sees the baby shooting out of her father's hands, hanging upside down on the web-strand as she swings.
Cap sighs as Pink Fuzz leaps after her. "Really, Peter? You just had to give her web-shooters."
Pink Fuzz shrugs as he peels her off the ceiling and walks down the walls with ease. The grin on his face has a mischievous undertone, Xiao wonders why it was so familiar.
"Gotta start early, Boss, she's got huge shoes to fill."
The baby struggles and whines in her father's arms, clearly not pleased at having to stay still and grounded. Although she coos when he rocks her softly and kisses her little nose, she doesn't seem too happy about the whole situation.
