No Way Home

[ixis]

He seeps in through the imperceptible seams around the crystal window. The oily purple smoke he currently inhabits the form of swirling in agitation around the second floor of his tower, unable to bring himself into cohesive physical form from sheer anger.

That anger manifests outwards when the form of air changes to that of fire. Ixis Naugus screams his fury and frustration, flames flowing over his room in waves, consuming everything in the room that isn't stone. Books, parchment, blankets all catch fire, collateral damage in the mage's supreme outrage.

But the flames soon weaken, gutter, die. Everything is scorched black all around him but he couldn't care less. He is left defeated, falling to his knees, his staff slipping from his hand and clattering to the ground.

There is no way home. His Mobius is gone. He doesn't know how, but the doctor's done it. Reality is rewritten and he is locked out of it. Trapped. Exiled.

His anger has dissipated with the flames and Ixis Naugus just slumps further to the floor in despair.

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[ixis]

He huffs a sigh through his nose. Okay, he'll drop it. And he's well aware he took an emotional pot shot and the outcome wasn't what he'd hoped.

"I'm sorry. You're being kind and patient and I'm being petulant in return. I'm just...very bad about letting go of a slight or a grudge." Very, very, very bad. The absolute worst. He will fume on things for years. It's what keeps him so spry in his advanced age.

[brave_heart_verity]

The apology gets a flicker of a smile. She accepts it, and that's really all she needs. She's very forgiving with her friends. (How else could she put up with Loki for so long?) "You've had a rotten day. You're allowed to be petulant. How about we go visit the chao now? I'll keep the energetic ones off of you."

[ixis]

he sighs again, though clearly for dramatics. "If we must," he says in equally pretend-annoyance, getting up from his seat. He also plucks up the picked-at muffin to take with him. They're good and he's not going to let it go to waste.

[brave_heart_verity]

"How you suffer for me," she teases right now. "I'm terrible, I know." She takes a moment to brush the crumbs off the table before they head out.