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✦ 「 sc. 」- [ @i-ced ]

✧  —    bright blue eyes sparkled as the blond stared fondly at the black haired mage, a large grin breaking across his freckled face. he had never seen magic like that before, it was intriguing, and made the blond want to see more. though of course he’d never pressure the stranger into doing it again, after all they had only just met. the only reason the blond saw it was because he had accidentally walked in to where the other was training. but nevertheless, the blond was beyond impressed. ❛ that was so cool !! how do you do that !? ❜    —  ✧

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ   GRAY WAS NOT particularly infamous for his craftsmanship outside of the weaponry that he spawned in battle. Whether it was him retaliating at his opponent with a cannon blast or an artful, but lethal sword that prompt people to realize his ice was far from FRAGILE. He donned immense pride in molding this wintry element —- forging the cold to take on tangible, ornate shapes that reflected him in his entirety ( because even if his magic was meant for BATTLE, ice is also an element of recreation &&. freedom ).

    With a simple-looking swinging of deft arms, the head of a frozen mallet materialized from the pad of his hands, glistening &&. elegant.

    ❝ Magic, buddy – It channeled through my hands an’ give shape t’ the cold, forming these KICKASS ice! ❞  The Ice-Mage employed a fashionable smile at the pleasant stranger.  ❝ Y’er a newcomer, aren’t ya? ❞