Note: Treat~
The Crow
(Third Arc: Another World)
(Part 23)
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Hot hands gripped her waist.
She could feel the radiating warmth through the flimsy material of her nightgown, foregoing the sleeping robes on the back of a chair somewhere in Clow's room – the late spring brought with it winds kissing of summer, warm and stifling, and the less constricting clothes she wore to bed the better.
'Who'd imagine I'd wear this horrible camisole as battle armor?' Violet thought dazedly, pleasure cursing through every nerve ending of her body as her sorcerer continued to lavish a worshiping kind of attention to her mouth, guiding her hips into a gentle grind, making sparks fly behind her eyelids.
Who knew she was so damn sensitive down there. Her very core throbbed in need, heat pooling between her legs and curling just below her navel. The witch was hyper aware of what was making such delicious pressure against her, and it only her warmer to know she's affecting him as much.
Not knowing how she could be so wanton, Violet abandoned all her insecurities into a locked part of her mind and surrendered to the explosion of feelings.
Her mouth left his so her lips could latch on his neck, previously bracing, feminine hands moved to explore the hard planes of Clow's chest, parting his robes and slipping a hand inside - aching to feel her skin against his. His own hands moved, sliding down her waist, hips and thighs. She shivered in delight when a large, daring hand moved up from beneath her camisole, teasing the band of her knickers and the skin of her lower belly.
"Ohh… I think I like that" Violet gasped, breath coming out in startled pants… Her sorcerer's response was to pull up the thin material covering her body, exposing her lower half and the panties she had transfigured – no more bloomers for this witch.
"And I think I like this" The sorcerer groaned as if in pain, pulling at her underwear demonstrating his point.
Then he proceeded to pull out the now useless night wear, making Violet forget all reasonable thoughts when her breasts were free. Her breasts were modestly small, though perky and shapely after the active life she's led – she had no time to feel embarrassment – the protest she was about to make died in her lips when Clow decided he should worship that part of her body instead.
Both of his perfectly long fingered hands were cupping her chest, applying just the right amount of pressure to count as a squeeze and make her head spin. Soon, the right hand was substituted by an eager pair of lips, and what started with a very weirdly placed kiss turned into burning pleasure.
The witch didn't question why her nipples seemed to suddenly connect to her center, but she did show her appreciation by catching his long hair and wrapping her fingers around thick strands, pulling and tugging accordingly to his movements. Clow groaned low in his throat, apparently liking the slight pain she caused, because he managed to detach himself from her feminine mounds enough to engage her lips once more.
A hand moved to her thigh while the other descended to the underside of her bellybutton, fingers caressing down so torturously slow that the green eyed woman was halfway into grinding against his lap and hand. Her sorcerer leaned up, lifting his knees and parting them so she could sit closer to him in response, using the chance to tease at the coarse hairs at the top of her sex.
Violet's angry moan was swallowed by Clow, though feeling the need to feel his skin, the witch parted his robes all the way, pushing the annoying mount of fabric to the back of his shoulders and crooning victoriously when her sorcerer helpfully shrugged the clothing off.
His chest glistered with sweat, heaving just like hers – she could see the strength of his heart pounding away by the vein jumping in his neck – His nipples stood out against the pale of his skin, and Violet couldn't resist gripping and grappling at his flesh, not having enough of him.
"Clow!" The witch cried out when his fingers finally moved to the apex of her thighs, pads softly dipping into her midst, parting and exploring her. Liquid pleasure had moistened her now completely wet underwear, and consequently his pants – he didn't seem to mind at all, but he did find a knot of nerves she's never thought to use before, and proceeded to put her back on the way to what promised to be her first orgasm.
Violet surged maniacally, moving against the pulsing, hard flesh still caged inside his pants. They met halfway into another burningly devastating kiss, her hips never stopping undulating as his fingers wreaked havoc down her nerves.
This wasn't even sex – there wasn't a physical bond connecting them, but pleasure still surged undiluted between their bond, drawing first Violet and then Clow into insanity as both finally drowned in the electrical, explosive finish.
"Wow…" The witch sagged against her sorcerer, ignoring the sticky mess between their bodies as the proof of their pleasure flowed and mixed.
"Quite" Clow agreed, patting and kissing the crown of her hair, only to rouse her a moment later "We need to clean up first" He half suggested, half commented, not hiding at all his pleased amusement.
"If this feels half as good as sex would, then I won't mind at all" Violet said back, still not feeling coherent enough to think at all – she was almost purring in satisfaction, submersed as she was in his body heat and scent…
"I won't mind either…"
"Then why don't we…?" She asked hopefully, staring up at him with wide eyes, the green blackening as desire ignited again.
Clow, who didn't have a lot of control right now, shook his head slightly, hands moving to pull her up in a sitting position, and following after her. "It would cement our bond and… leave us out of commission for a while" Both sitting, he stared deeply into her eyes, transmitting all he'd like to do with her. Violet just stole a kiss, which escalated in intensity until her nails were scratching teasingly at his back. "You need rest" Clow told her regretfully.
"Ah, fine. But you owe me" The green eyed young woman retorted smugly, separating from her sorcerer was hard, but patting around underneath the pillows for her wand proved easier. "Tergeo" She chanted the cleaning charm on herself and Clow, letting magic do its job and appreciating how her lover shivered with attraction as her magic brushed his.
"Sleep, love" Violet did just that, burrowed in her lover's arms and looking forward to the future.
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Clow left his rooms early in the morning, not managing to sleep a blink after everything that happened – mostly because of a very large distraction cuddling at his side the entire night, and the memory of what they did was good to keep him comforted.
The sorcerer did not want to risk a second time. The sight of his precious one covered in blood made ice travel down his spine and his magic surge like hellish spikes, piercing his skin from underneath and crawling through shadows in a seek and destroy manner.
His whole being shuddered at once as what could have happened became clear – she could have died, taken from him just like that – and he wanted the reassurance that she was still there, still warm and lovely.
'Time to face the music' the sardonic thought made him smile despite himself as he stood in front of his mirror and called upon the traveling witch.
"How is the project going?" He asked his reflection even before hers formed; face set into an easy smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Yuuko's image appeared frowning just like Clow knew it would. 'She's grumpy with me' He thought with some amusement, but not even that was enough to derail his line of inquisition.
"Not even a proper greeting this time… aren't we getting impatient lately?" The traveling witch provoked, tilting her head to the side and letting a curtain of black strands to cascade over thin, feminine shoulders.
The sorcerer's expression didn't falter, making Yuuko's eyebrow twitch. "Just answer" He told her, voice void of inflections. 'This will get on her nerves, and she will be wanting to know more'
"Fine" The witch snapped irritated "The jewels we bought in China are working perfectly. I've managed to synchronize them on the paths, but breaking through this world's boundaries need more than a spell. They change constantly, and it is impossible to plan for an outcome"
'It would require something capable of making decisions and changing the spell accordingly to the whims of the universe… I've seen this before' Clow focused on his prescience, feeling the answer unfurl before his eyes.
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Mokona Modoki. An artificial life form capable of sentience – Not truly alive since it can't reproduce – but when Clow and Yuuko infused the spell with part of themselves, they also imprinted a level of personality and intelligence on the beings… It was able to make decisions for itself, humorously along with quite a few numbers of questionable choices.
The scene flashed once. Twice. Then settled back on wearier looking Yuuko, eyes haunted and tired. She was sitting on an ornate ottoman, an almost empty bottle of liquor in one hand while the other embraced Mokona Modoki, who was also happily pertaining of alcohol like there was no tomorrow.
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Deciding to not think deeper about his old friend's darkened expression in the vision, Clow pushed it to the back of his mind and focused on the problem at hand 'What I saw was the consequence of saving her life… she has a greater purpose and the world will need Watanuki Kimihiro'
Dropping the thought completely, the sorcerer remembered something important 'Perhaps if I use the same schematics that I've prepared for them…'
"I do believe I have a solution for that problem" He let Yuuko know, smile shifting into something more. "However, I am not willing to trust mirror magic over my personal research"
Not when he was without Violet near – becoming invisible to scriers or diviners was awfully useful when not used against him – as it is, mirror magic, while useful for long distance conversations or transportation magic, can be easily intercepted by a good enough magicians.
Although being able to ward his mirrors physically against interference, he wasn't a master of mirror magic. Not yet anyway. 'It will make a good project one things settle down'
Yuuko nodded sensibly, she also was a wanderer by nature, so she'd concentrate her studies on transportation crafts. "I understand. Should I come over?"
"Please, do so. I also want to introduce you to someone very dear to me" Clow answered, enjoying the mixture of feelings bubbling inside her with a slight sadistic glee. His old friend was in for a great shock, wasn't she?
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Violet woke up languidly, stretching her limbs as far they could go, and then rolling around on the bed just to luxuriate in his scent left on the sheets and pillows. 'He's gone…' The witch noticed with a put upon expression, good mood temporarily vanishing.
Only to lift again when her missing sorcerer wandered back into the rooms holding a tray richly filled with breakfast – though he looked pristine and unruffled, contrary to her tangled mess of hair and sheet printed cheeks.
Clow chuckled lightly when he noticed her appearance, approaching her still sprawled body and placing the breakfast tray on top of the nightstand. "You look beautiful" He assured, making Violet laugh.
"I look horrible!" She exclaimed, sitting up. Her sorcerer shrugged, even the movement looking elegant, the prat. They made small talk as she ate, and after, Violet went back to her room so she could freshen up and change clothes – cringing at the blood stains on her bed. 'Tergeo… there, done… having a wand back feels so good' though she was sure Katya would still change the beddings anyway.
…
"So… what is it that you wanted help with?" Violet asked once meeting her sorcerer in his office.
Clow was standing near the bookshelf, staring thoughtfully at the titles. The witch paused at familiar books like the Traveling guides, but otherwise waited patiently for the older man to act.
The raven haired sorcerer lifted a hand toward a tome the witch previously overlooked thinking it was a personal diary of his – it was a red leather bound book, with golden details and a large frame carefully drawn on the cover, as if something was meant to still be put there. At the top of the frame, written in glistening golden ink was The Clow, rightabove a waning moon, and at the lower half was chained sun.
Clow offered the book to Violet, who accepted the almost reverent offer and sat down on her chair so she could study the thick volume. Her sorcerer sat on the other side of the table, stapling his fingers under his chin and following the witch's movements with bound interest.
'The Clow… this looks and feels like a grimoire, but it isn't one… There is no value as a focus… I don't think I should look at what is inside anyway'
"I need your help with that" He said, motioning to the book with an indescribable emotion written in his eyes "You can open it" the sorcerer added, correctly guessing Violet's hesitation. The witch blushed, but complied as her curiosity was also getting hard to control.
What met her eyes was nothing short of incredible.
On the very first page was the drawing of a nicely framed rectangle, vaguely the size of a tarot card and reminiscent of the book's cover – only depicted in the middle was a modified version of Clow's house symbol – and crisscrossing between the lines of the symbol, almost invisible to the naked eyes, were a myriad of runes and circuits forming a confusing web of spells Violet could only guess at.
The back of the page contained an even worse tangle of runes. It couldn't be said it was a circle anymore since it was long passed that – All around that same rectangular frame, leaving the middle of it free of any writing.
'It is as if this space is meant to be hollowed… like those secret compartments or something… Merlin, how complicated!'
Second page was barely different – only instead of a symbol of power, there was a name at the bottom of the 'card' and the picture of a little girl holding onto a bow and arrow above a purple background. A sun at the top, moon just above the name and twin stars, one on each of the sides… The back proved to be the same as before, only now even the 'card's frame was filled with circuits, around it were a mess of calculations.
"Whoa! What is it? Did you draw all of this? Clow, it's amazing!" Violet told Clow eagerly, eyes blown wide by what she was seeing. 'I might not understand all the math and not recognize a rune or two, but this must have taken him a long time to complete…' What she did understand, was that her sorcerer never did anything by halves.
The witch, who was only introduced to sorcery about two months ago, knew enough about it to make a guess at what she was holding.
"Yes they are, aren't they?" Said sorcerer nodded along with a soft, proud smile "The names and descriptions go on the front, behind are all the calculations and detailed circuit" He explained, noticing the green eyed woman's interest in them "They are the result of a lifetime of research"
'No kidding' She wouldn't even ask if they worked – they must "How'd they work?" the witch asked instead, brushing the tip of her fingers carefully on top of the name of the first 'card' and feeling the texture of the ink beneath her skin – it sent tingles down her spine "The Arrow…" Violet said out loud, marveling at the diligent work her lover must have put into this. This book felt loved. 'Now I know why it felt like a grimoire…'
Slipping into teacher mode, Clow started lecturing about his project "Cards, like tarot. There are a total of fifty three of them. Breaking down the theoretical work, the arrays I've worked into the circles should make these a form of flawed self-sustainable spells. When "Awaken" by the powers of a magician, the initial portion of power should circulate inside the circuits until it is canceled or dismissed" Violet nodded her understanding 'A battery' she thought, refocusing on the sorcerer's words "A tool that will make practicing magic infinitely easier and more intuitive than academic"
"Like a focus?" The witch asked interestedly, leaning forward slightly to study the runes closer, missing the small smile Clow offered her "Not exactly… each of these is a specific spell or element. They're pre made spells!" she realized on her own, recognizing the runes and specific circuits "The Fly, the Rain, the Big, the Sleep..."
The sorcerer nodded again, showering their bond with feelings of how proud he was of her. Shivering with pleasure, Violet grinned at her lover "Basically yes, they're ready to use spells. No circles, no incantations, no waste of magic"
'Wait… there is something he said…'
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"…into the circles should make these a form of flawed self-sustainable spells…"
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Violet paused briefly, eyeing the collection of 'cards', each occupying a page. Fifty four total pages. "What do you mean they are flawed?"
"Because once we power them, the circuits must continue to receive magic… If not, then they will dissolve entirely" Clow answered, smile fading and being replaced by a slight frown "There are ways to contour this problem. If sealed, they should become dormant instead of fading"
"What else? What are these for?" The witch asked pointing at the little Sun and Moon symbols that featured both on the cards and throughout the calculations. 'I thought these were just decorations, but there must be more'
"My ascendants, the Sun and the Moon" The sorcerer replied "Each card will fall under one of the two, it should make distributing power between them easier for the user… Beside these cards, I plan to have guardians watching over them. A guardian for the moon aspect and a guardian for the sun"
Pausing to think about things for a little time, Violet tilted her head curiously, intrigued by the idea of guardians 'Are they like familiars?' she marveled inwardly… then she noticed something "But my ascendant is Mars… you said it once, I think" the witch pointed out slowly, wondering if it would make a difference.
Her sorcerer shook his head.
"It doesn't matter much. The dichotomy of our elements reflects on my ascendants. If you lend me your powers I shall be able to safely convert and use them as my own" Clow said, pausing before he continued as if hesitating for a moment. Violet understood why when what he said next dawned "Before you came, I was going to give them life by myself… the strain would be so great I'd have tapped into my life force, sacrificing years of life for the sake of an experiment, and I'd do it happily"
Her heart squeezed tightly as her breath hitched.
A desperation so deep it caused her physical pain cut through her, and the witch was forced to curl into herself as if to contain it. Guilt marred Clow's face for a single moment, enough for the witch to see it.
"You wouldn't" She shook her head in denial. 'He would' Her brain supplied with cold reality.
"I would" The sorcerer contradicted gently, reaching out with a hand to touch hers. Her fingers clung to his as if he'd disappear right then and there "Because an existence like mine is dangerous. You've seen it, perhaps not the full extent of what I am capable of, but beyond that, I used to wake up every morning already knowing everything about my day, so the chance to weaken these powers of mine, to pass them forward, I couldn't miss it"
'Suddenly, these cards don't seem so wonderful anymore… they feel like a death sentence!' Violet thought hysterically, heart stuttering in her chest as if it was about to give up - at least until logic won over emotions and her small panic attack came to an end.
"And then I came" The witch breathed out, pronouncing the words slowly so she could steady herself. Clow seemed inordinately thankful that her dear was controlled, massaging her hands while staring lovingly into her eyes.
"And then you came" He agreed softly.
Something clicked in her mind.
"You can't see me…"
Shaking his head, the sorcerer' smile turned grim "Not this you" He let her know, breathing hard through his nose once as he collected his thoughts "Let me tell you a story"
…
TBC~