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Scott glanced up too, and when Nom looked back down, despite the dimmer lights around them, the bright red flush on Scott’s face wasn’t hard to miss. His heart skipped a beat that he tried to ignore. “Um, Nom? That’s… mistletoe…”
It took a second for the words to register, Scott’s voice was quiet in the atmosphere of the party. But he was so close that Nom heard it just as easily as if it were only the two of them in the room.
“Oh.”
or; Scott and Nom find themselves under the mistletoe while at a holiday party
Title from "Chance" by The National Parks -
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“I’d like to see you try to beat me in a game of Farkle now that all my bad luck is gone!” Nom argued, laughing as a few flowers snaked around his wrists in challenge. “Your flowers were very useful, though, for all the bouquets I had to make. Thanks, Scott!” Nom earnestly admitted, oblivious to the thousand of swirling emotions currently burning in Scott’s chest at the small comment.
His magic was… helpful? I mean- he knew that obviously, why else would he be drafted to the Blue Kingdom? But to hear that from Nom when he wasn’t even concentrating on controlling his magic and was just letting it seep into the landscape naturally? To hear that his wild, untamed magic didn’t just hurt, didn’t scar and cut until blood stained the soil, but instead helped was forcing Scott to sit still in shock, a flush of red covering his cheeks as he battled to regain his bearings. How could his magic ever be… good?
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What should you do when you notice a flower is missing from your friend's hair? Obviously gently put a new flower back in its rightful place; subsequently leaving your friend to deal with way too many emotions about the act of care! -
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Scott has a panic attack during the masquerade ball, but luckily Nom recognises him!
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Nom was saved from his fate and lived to see another day; However, the mages weren't able to remove all of The Creaking King's changes. Now part human and part creaking he is left to deal with the chronic pain that accompanies it. Who else is better suited to healing a half man half tree than the nature mage himself?
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For a brief moment, the quiet patrol felt less ordinary—like the night itself was waiting for something to happen.
As Nom turned his gaze away from the quiet streets, a sudden sound tore through the stillness of the night.
A scream.
It was sharp and raw, echoing out from the direction of the mage’s hidden house and cutting through the calm like a blade. The wind seemed to falter for a moment, the rustling leaves falling quiet as the sound carried across the moonlit courtyard.
Nom stopped instantly.
The scream wasn’t one of anger or battle. It was the kind that came from deep panic—the kind dragged out of someone who had just been ripped from a terrible dream. The kind that left the air trembling long after it faded.
His eyes snapped back toward the house, now feeling far less peaceful than it had moments before. The shadows around it looked deeper, heavier, as if the night itself had drawn closer.
And Nom knew exactly whose voice it was.
Scott’s.