Note: Another treat~!
The Crow
(Third Arc: Another World)
(Part 26)
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(continued from part 25)
Cards…
Fifty three of them lying scattered all throughout the office.
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Clow's hand clenched around his staff and he used that as support to raise himself up 'I'd have helped him, but it would end with us both on the ground again' she thought as she watched guiltily. Her sorcerer's face was slackened in fatigue, though as soon as he was up, his eyes sought Violet to check her over.
And when he was sure she was visually alright, if not tired, he turned his attention to the cause of all their tiredness.
"They're beautiful" He whispered reverently – lacking magic to summon them up, the sorcerer carefully bent to pick a couple of cards up. Violet, curious about what they looked like now that she's helped give them 'life', followed Clow's example and reached down to a card.
The Song.
"It feels alive" Violet noted, wonder written in her voice. 'It feels warm and eager' More invigorated now that her magic was slowly regenerating, the witch could now feel the light radiating from the card – fifty three little stars pinging in her limited senses. "It feels like a part of me…"
'As if I've cast the patronus charm… it wants to please and protect me…' Her eyes inwardly misted as tears started to form. Clow didn't look any better than her, his own emotions a heavy, addictive clog of delirious happiness and love.
"In a way, they are… We've used our magic to power them, and we imprint feelings and thoughts in that magic… it comes from our will and our souls… The spell must have absorbed more from us than just magic" The sorcerer theorized, offering a hand to Violet who took it without thought – their physical connection allowed for their magic to run free between them, and Clow made use of this advantage to call upon the cards and summon them up.
One by one, they lit up and floated off the floor, forming a wavering halo of dancing rectangles around Clow and Violet – As the sorcerer said, Violet could now feel the slight kinship with the cards – a little bit of her went into creating them, she's given more than intended but… 'It is like being surrounded by familiars!' Like having dozens of Hedwigs around.
Not resisting the opportunity, Violet cracked out a laugh "Does this mean that we are parents?"
Clow released the magic by conjuring The Clow book and safely storing the cards within it. Then his lips were hot upon hers in a searing, passionate kiss that stole her breath away "Not yet" he promised solemnly, making Violet wonder just when they could start practicing making those imaginary children beyond playing power source to a spell.
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Having passed out for only a few hours and since their magic was surely retuning – though a good night's sleep and a hearty meal would help immensely with regaining their strength, neither Violet nor Clow had any plans of resting now.
They were simply too fascinated by the cards to rest, having to learn how to use them and how their powers worked – according to Clow, they should behave like active spells individually, and he explained roughly how they should work – though this was something even he was barely sure.
…
Through glimpses of the future, he knew fairly well how they did behave. The current him, however, despite having developed the calculations and drawn the circles, have not learned control over his creations yet.
…
The drain was small.
Though since he was so drained, he felt it more acutely than he'd otherwise. It didn't hurt his recovery much, his powers too great in volume to be affected by such a small inconvenience – but it was strange… so he followed the draining bond to the culprit.
'Or better, culprits…'
"Can you feel the slight drain to your magic?" Clow asked Violet, who shrugged at first before blinking in recognition. She's becoming better at being aware of her own power – ever since having it in intimate contact with his. His witch's eyes widened in shock, and her mind opened in front of him.
…
'The cards… Clow said they'd take magic to maintain if they are to stay… alive… I don't mind sustaining them, can't barely feel a difference since Hedwig took an even larger amount to maintain the familiar bond'
The picture of a beautiful snowy white owl filled her mind as well as his – The witch's familiar, her owl, which gave its life to protect the mistress it loved so – going as far as to hunt to provide for the thin, scraped little girl once upon a time, laying rats or other small rodents on top of her bed.
Violet also remembers another drain on her magic now that she thought about it – a large and powerful ward covering her relatives' house, built to protect the witch and feeding on her blood connection to the people living in there. She powered that ward for almost sixteen years, the drain even larger than the one made by the cards.
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Clow had to hold back his fury. It wouldn't do to get angry at the way Violet was treated as a child right now. 'No children should be used as a live power source! It could stunt their growth! Thankfully the ward was made through blood bonds, had it been anything else…' The sorcerer shuddered to think of the damage it'd have caused younger Violet.
"Barely" His witch answered "I understand what it is, don't worry about me" she assured, picking the book up. Violet opened The Clow, ignoring the draw of the cards begging to be used – to be useful, to serve. It was written in their coding, they existed for that purpose and felt eager to accomplish it – perhaps like an artificial intelligence, because spells were not meant to need.
'Even I feel the need from here, through our bond, she's eager to test them' this brought joy to him, which spilled into her and both shared a knowing look.
The Arrow was taken out of the book, as were Big, Bubbles, Change and Cloud until the witch turned to Clow with a raised eyebrow.
"Alphabetical order" Violet stated with amusement, eyeing the sorcerer who smiled as well.
"Easier to organize them" He explained the silent question, tapping the opened book still held in his witch's hand "Find the Light and the Dark… I feel they will be easier to control with both of us together"
'Right now, with our elements still pulsing together in the air, those two, which were created to balance the other, will be at the peak of their power' Clow mused as he watched his witch shift through the pile of cards until she found the two he mentioned. 'I knew there would be a level of intelligence and even individual thought instilled in each of them, but this is unexpected…' Even now, he could feel them… tiny pinpricks of a faux awareness, remnants of his own feelings and thoughts.
Mischievous. Protective. Sometimes mean.
But then, there were the ones screaming another's personality. Courageous. Cunning. Devastatingly brave, sometimes recklessly so.
It would be interesting to summon and use them.
"Here" Violet broke through his train of thought, holding up the Dark and the Light. "How do we use them?" she questioned eagerly, her feelings in beautiful synchrony with that the cards wanted. Light was pulsing slightly in her hands, bursting with power it was absorbing from the witch. Dark called, needing to be equal to its counterpart – so Clow reached for it, the witch happily giving the card to him.
In answer to Violet's question, Clow held up his staff – it glowed with magic – that sprawled from beneath his feet and all around them, creating a dome of darkness and stars. The sun and the moon glowed between runes on the floor, moving and spinning like clockwork. His eyes immediately went to his other half, and half a conversation transpired through their meeting glances…
'Let the words form on your lips, magic will guide you…' the witch nodded, raising her wand and waiting for him to start.
The words came to his lips then "The Dark, I command you to appear before me, release!"
And along his voice, there was Violet's. "The Light, I command you… appear before me, release!"
The grin sporting on their faces could be considered dangerous as magic dutifully coalesced around their foci, at the same time, forming a summoning circle without any other form of incantation or effort.
The two cards formed together, since they need balance – one couldn't exist without the other – both took forms based on Clow's drawings, assuming females shape.
Light was fair and dressed in a white sorceress' dress highly decorated by gems and black lace, with long curling hair and a western doll like face. Her eyes were facsimiles made of magic, absorbing light and appearing as endless black holes. On her collarbone was the mark of the sun, image mirrored on the back of her hands.
Dark was the exact opposite of Light… her hair was black and straight – she was dressed similarly to her counterpart, but for the inverted color scheme and the moon around her neck instead of the sun. Her face looked eastern and harder.
"Perfect" The sorcerer purred in satisfaction, smiling brightly at the two cards and taking Violet's hand. The witch was also vibrating in excitement; this is something she's never seen before. "Give them a command, my dear"
'Let us see what they can do' Clow thought, gazing lovingly down at his witch when she grinned up at him. The magical cost to summon the cards went as expected, as did the continuous drain they were feeling. Now to test how the cards would work.
"What can you do?" Violet asked instead, directing the question at the duo of contrasting women.
Surpassing Clow's expectations and making his heart soar with love for his creations; Light tilted her head to the side and regarded the witch thoughtfully for a moment or two, before smiling brightly and answering in a wispy, ethereal voice both genderless and gentle. "Your hearts shines so brightly my lady; it can eclipse the sun itself… I am glad to be born from your light, sister and I will do everything in our power to satisfy anything you ask… I grant you and my lord Light Magic. I can bring forth the sun through the darkest of nights and in battle I cannot be harmed by physical means. My weakness is that without sister I cannot exist"
Dark nodded next, hand grasping onto Light's as she spoke in soft, lilting words "The darkness that surrounds has surrendered itself to you my lord. Though you have walked through the shadowed path you have found light, and without light darkness cannot be, so I grant you and my lady Dark Magic. I can bring forth the night through the brightest of days and in battle I cannot be harmed by physical means"
'More than expected, better even…' Clow smiled back at the duo, his expression of fondness and excitement mirrored by his witch. They had a long day ahead of them getting to know all the cards.
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That night as Violet curled tiredly against her sorcerer, she asked something that has been plaguing her mind since the beginning. A niggling feeling needling her ever since Clow told her about his plans. Or perhaps she should address them as former plans.
"There is more, isn't there? This doesn't stop with the cards… even if we were to master using them, it would take weeks to do so, so they can't be everything you've thought of to protect me" The witch speculated wearily.
'It just wouldn't be practical… though the cards work wonderfully as a shortcut to practicing sorcery, Clow wouldn't trade a throughout education for a crutch, no matter how powerful it is… and it would take time to teach me how to wield a weapon so I can work in tandem with the cards… they were designed with battle situations in mind after all'
Clow nodded, shifting so he could grab Violet by the waist and pull her underneath his body, caging the witch with his arms and entwining their legs together. Violet's breath left her in a whoosh, and she used the opportunity to lace her arms through her sorcerer's slim torso and palm at his back, hand sinking lower and lower until she could feel and trace the curve of his very nice bum.
"There is more" The sorcerer growled in her ear "But we can talk about that when we're not so magically drained" He finished, meeting his witch halfway into a kiss that soon was drawing moans out of a flushed Violet.
"Agreed" Her voice sounded out breathy and needy, mind already occupied with other thoughts beyond what fun they had that day playing with the cards. Seeing how his witch was, indeed, completely convinced, one of Clow's hands moved to brace his weight, while the other was slowly pulling Violet's camisole up. "I need to feel you" She whispered hoarsely, and the sorcerer understood her need 'I don't want you to disappear'
Next thing to go were his own robes – Violet didn't care where she tossed them, only that without clothes covering her sorcerer she had undiluted access to his skin – her lips departed from his wetly, then they were trailing down his neck to track biting kisses all over his chest. Clow trembled above her, and she could feel the proof of his own desire curling hotly against her belly from beneath his drawstring pants. The urge to touch him was growing with every beat of her heart… she wanted him. His flesh, their heart beating as one…
Clow idled for a couple of seconds, simply enjoying Violet's bold movements before he descended on her as well. First was a kiss to her right ear, then a tongue to the pulse of her neck, followed by kisses down her collarbone until his face was between her heaving breasts. The witch protested when he moved downwards, but clenched her hands on his hair, expecting that he'd attack her breasts like he did last time. He didn't.
Consistently moving downwards, the sorcerer found the dip of her bellybutton, causing pleasurable shivers to run down Violet's back and pool somewhere between her thighs.
Muscles inside her belly clenched, aching in need and painful emptiness. "Clow...?" Violet gasped when she felt her panties being dragged down the length of her legs to scrunch around shaking ankles – powerful and quite masculine shoulders budged between her knees, parting them to either side of a very smug looking sorcerer – his hair unbound and silkily framing the utterly debauched smirk he was sending up at her, eyes already a shiny pool of liquid silver.
Anticipation ran down her spine like a lightning bolt, at the same time as embarrassment made the witch want to curl away from her lover. Her center exposed to his greedy eyes was thrilling and frightening at the same time, but it was a delicious sort of fear.
Embarrassment went away, however, when her lover began worshiping her lower half with such devout and loving attention that all she could do was frantically cry out his name between warbled begs. Her thighs clenched around his neck, trying to pull him closer while the last shreds of sanity left in Violet told her not to pull so much on his hair – she decided to surrender her hold entirely and grasped at the headboard instead, allowing her body to follow its natural instincts.
This time the buildup was slower. The embers stoked with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers and the warmth of his breath over sensitive skin – But when the fire did catch, it exploded both around and inside of her – drowning Violet in pleasure for what felt like an eternity and making her body feel complete.
Violet and Clow's bond lit up in a burst powerful enough to make motes of light and dark sparkle in the air for a few seconds. And when she was capable of coherent speech again, the witch turned to her self-satisfied lover "I want to do this for you too…" So she decided to swallow any protests he might have with a heated kiss 'Why would he protest?!'
Her thoughts swirled indignantly until her lips met his, the taste of her pleasure warm and heady, exploding in her mouth and leaving the witch wanting him even more. "You don't have to, Violet"
"I want to" Violet told him boldly, pushing Clow up and rolling around so their position inverted – now she had him beneath her, sprawling her hands around his chest, neck and stomach, touching and mapping his skin, committing every dip and plane into memory.
And then, mimicking his earlier actions, the witch was kissing her way down his torso until she was met with the dark hairs just above the line of his pants, the hot, curling flesh pulsing for attention under her questing, inexperienced hands. She could feel their bond thrum and tremble, a veritable storm of heat and light transmitting between them – his pleasure was her own and vice versa – so Violet had a cheat and a lot of clues as to what she could do.
Unlacing the strings keeping his pants snug against his hips, the witch felt one of Clow's hand rest lightly against her head, caressing and combing through the tangled curls – her lover was male, and the sign of it strained out of its previous bindings when she pulled down, reaching out to her – turgid and swollen.
It isn't as if Violet never seen a naked male before – she did spend some time living with a number of careless boys – And Sirius had a particular difficulty remembering he shared the house with people and was not in Azkaban anymore – so she's lost the count of how many times she, Hermione or Ginny found themselves getting an eyeful of Sirius Black's shiny, wet bum before he learned to lock doors after himself.
This situation was completely different. For one, she didn't feel like jumping their bones just because they accidently flashed her… and another is because Love, ardent and passionate, made her very blood sing in deep satisfaction at seeing Clow so vulnerable and yet virile.
With a nervous lick to her lips, Violet ignored her inhibitions and reached out to touch him with a hand, feeling the thin, silky texture of the skin of his cock, how blood flowed and pulsed just inside his veins and arteries, and the starting flashes of pleasure at her simplest touch flood their bond in earnest. Fascinated and filled with need, the witch's other hand joined in getting acquaintance with her lover's anatomy in a gentle exploration that soon had her hungry for more.
Without thinking too much about it, Violet's tongue dashed out of her mouth, questing upward the length of straining flesh until the bulging mushroom head, her feminine pride swelling when Clow's throat let out a long moan and his hands stilled on her hair. Emboldened by his veritably positive reactions, the witch we her lips and then went down his shaft, kissing and licking and sucking at intervals, using both hands and mouth to pleasure him gaining feedback from the bond on what was more pleasurable.
"Violet!" He gritted out between clenched teeth, obviously trying not to tug on her hair in demand as well, she felt a growing urgency growing inside of the sorcerer not unlike her own, so Violet took his generous member deeper into her mouth, applying pressure and tongue, blowing out and moving her hands to feel the rest of him "Vio- If you don't stop using your mo-outh, I will come inside of-" the sorcerer's breath hitched, his muscled thighs trembled as did his belly – his spine became taut and then he did tug on her hair to dislodge her stubborn mouth from him, not wanting the witch to be uncomfortable with something she wasn't used to.
'This is mine' her thoughts resolved possessively around this single fact as she worked with greedy diligence on his pleasure – feeling his flesh pulse hotly and his resolve crumble, Violet felt his own completion coming before it actually did. Her lips slackened around her lover, and she waited with baited anxiousness for him to explode in her mouth.
The taste was vaguely unpleasant, but not unbearable. The fact that she caused her sorcerer to come like that made her feel wonderful, beautiful and wanted – so she could ignore the weird texture and the taste of his release if it meant a reward bigger than physical satisfaction. "Violet… you were amazing, thank you"
Violet preened, still watching in amazement as what before was stiff, proud flesh wilted in her hands as needs were sated. She didn't have time to contemplate what she just did further, because Clow was pulling her up to a toe curling kiss – his magic a veil of darkness as it pressed on them, cleaning and soothing nerves leaving only tingly pleasure.
"I love you" The witch told Clow, cuddling up on his side and being cradled by his arms.
"I love you" Her sorcerer reciprocated.
And they went to sleep basking in each other.
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TBC~
Extra note:
1) Dear holy ham… even I was blushing in embarrassment and for some reason I feel like a pervert.. D:
2) On another side, more goodness!
3) Ooh.. Another outrageously long chapter. I could have cut up, but then it'd make things awkward. So yeah.. longer chapter!