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Original Fiction: Regarding Geasa
Jul. 30th, 2020 12:50 am(Crossposted from Patreon, SFW, 2097 words, Gen. Content warnings: parental manipulation, coersion.
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“And Dominique, dear,” Perpetua Van Rompaye added, as Nique rose to leave. Already half-turned away, Nique didn’t see the faint tracing of the lady’s fingertips in the air, didn’t sense the subtle gathering of power until a hand closed around thons wrist and thon realized abruptly that the thick, unadorned band on the railroad magnate’s finger was actually a signet ring turned inward. The seal dug into the hollow of Nique’s wrist and thon gritted thons teeth, unwilling to give thons employer’s mother the satisfaction of seeing thon wince as the discharge of magic coursed through thons nerves, resonating with her words - “You will aid my daughter to the fullest extent of your ability.”
Nique ought not to have let thons guard down, but then, it was easy to forget that Madame Van Rompaye was an accomplished thaumaturge.( She had that in common with her daughter. )
Thank you, as always, to my patrons for their support, and this summer in particular, thank you for your patience. My patreon page has been on pause for the past two months to allow me time to work on my writing backlog; normal operation will return in August. If you're able to and would like to support my writing and art, consider checking out my pledge tiers and making a small monthly contribution? You can also leave me a one-time tip at ko-fi.
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A geas, plural geasa, is a compulsion to act or to not act in a certain way, bound to the thaumic channels of a single person’s physical form.
“And Dominique, dear,” Perpetua Van Rompaye added, as Nique rose to leave. Already half-turned away, Nique didn’t see the faint tracing of the lady’s fingertips in the air, didn’t sense the subtle gathering of power until a hand closed around thons wrist and thon realized abruptly that the thick, unadorned band on the railroad magnate’s finger was actually a signet ring turned inward. The seal dug into the hollow of Nique’s wrist and thon gritted thons teeth, unwilling to give thons employer’s mother the satisfaction of seeing thon wince as the discharge of magic coursed through thons nerves, resonating with her words - “You will aid my daughter to the fullest extent of your ability.”
Nique ought not to have let thons guard down, but then, it was easy to forget that Madame Van Rompaye was an accomplished thaumaturge.( She had that in common with her daughter. )
