╰┈➤ 𝗠𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
༺- 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 -༉‧₊˚✧
In which Ava and her cousin
cross paths with five medieval
cosplayers that later would
unwrap into an adventure that
is ou...
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| Rhys |
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Who knew that potion making could be so hard?
Rhys and (Y/N) had been going with potion lessons for the past few hours, the Kyo's attention span shortening as she wanted to do something fun and easy. Don't get her wrong, hanging out with Rhys is always a treat, but when in comes to his potion and magic lessons, she would rather skip.
Memorizing how to make potions and actually making it was stressful as potions require an exact amount of ingredients depending on type of potion your making. To much or too little of an ingredient can either make a different kind of potion or just a moldy soup of nothing.
No matter how careful (Y/N) was when it came to making the potions, she would always find a way to mess up, frustration running through her veins. It was mystery to her to why she couldn't succeed to make at least one potion of levitation, the easiest potion to make.
It was almost like the universe was making fun of her.
"Be careful now, this is your two hundred and thirty seven attempt of today, if your able to make the potion then you would be able to go" The dark blue Daemo says as he watches the female mixing in ingredients in a cauldron, slowly losing his patience and insanity.
He is patient Daemo when it comes to his students and trainees, but his patience can only go so long. And it almost to the point were he wanted to help, or do the potion for (Y/N), but he knew that doing so she would never learn how to make potions herself. He just wanted the best for her.
Watching the female mix in lavender and wats petals (a vibrant red flower common in Desmenia) into the water filled cauldron. Rhys watched attentively, praying to the gods and ancestors that she would get it right this time. But to his luck, she made a strength potion instead.
At least she was able to make her first potion.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened as a bright smile played in her lips, her eyes sparkling as she dips a glass containers used to store the magic goo. The cool crimson liquid touching the tips of her fingertips as she brings the bottle up, sealing it with a wooden cork that sat in the pocket of her apron. All the frustration and stress she felt before was replaced with nothing but pride and happiness as she turns around to face Rhys, trying to stop herself from jumping with glee.
"Rhys look! I made my first potion!" The female beamed as she holds the potion in front of her, showing it off to the Daemo.
Rhys chuckles at the Kyo and nods, a sign that he approves of her witchcraft makings. Watching the female filled with nothing but joy would never fail to bring a smile to Rhys lips, no matter how serious and professional he tries to be, she would always crack his shell. It was curse but a blessing at the same time.
