Time seems to move in slow motion, lately. Is that normal? I read a thing I wrote three days ago, and feel like I wrote it last week.
It has been sooooo long since I've written about being a mage of any kind, and now I'm finally doing it again as a creepy hypnotist. Since magic is such a dangerous thing here, with overgiving an easy risk with magic users, I'm having fun for the first time describing magic as a more physical feeling.
Sometimes I TOTALLY want to reach across the room and pick up the soda I left on my desk, but it's SO far and I'm SO comfy on my bed. I just reach and wave my hand, cautiously hoping on the off chance that THIS is the moment when I discover I am telekinetic.
It hasn't worked yet but I keep trying. I'm not a quitter.
But magic in Miz isn't just waving your hand and making stuff happen. I was reading the webbing article yesterday after some guy in chat was talking about ghosts and webbing, and became piqued by a particular passage about some guy actually making an art out of WEAVING his own djed (into nets or something I think?). I thought that was totally badass, and I just imagined him actually drawing invisible strands out of himself (visible to himself) and working them into little cat's cradle arrays between his fingers. SO COOL. But what would it FEEL like?
If I reached my hand toward my soda, at the perfect moment here when my latent telekinesis finally activates, what if it didn't just follow my gestures or the flick of my fingers? What if I felt the cold aluminum in my palm as the can lifted, or if the feeling of the can weighed down my arm as I tried to move it? I've never described magic as a tangible sensation before!
So I wrote some neat lines into my latest post as Laszlo applied his hypnotism on a hapless Seven.
Hypnotizing through voice:
"I want it to be mine."
The piquant sting of djed danced on the tip of Laszlo's tongue, flavoring his words with a flash of desire. He'd seen the way those wide scarlet eyes had taken in the easy glow of the tiles, watched a set of longing fingers brush against the stars. Magic or not, it was a material thing, after all. It could be purchased. Owned. All for the simple exchange of coin.
Hypnotizing through eye contact:
Laszlo's amethysts sidled into the crooks of his eyes, angled not quite directly at Seven. He pushed his tongue into a fang as his djed pushed at the backs of his eyes.
It could be fun, was the thought Laszlo pushed into Seven's head, worded in the halfblood's own voice.
Ugh it was sooo fun writing about hypnotism this way. Can't WAIT to try it on Victor!
And Siofra.
And Ambrose.
And Abalia.
And tons of others. Man, Laszlo is kind of a butt, now that I think about it...
A handsome butt.