Sometimes, I call your name out loud
Just to make sure it's you
Sometimes, I crack my veins open
Just to see if it's blue
You clean me up

Warm Winds, sza & isaiah rashad

"A drawing of dahlias... and then family. I didn't know you enjoyed artistic endeavors. These are beautiful."

"Preserving memories. That's how it feels like to sketch and ink. I guess these just become my calm in all the chaos we're surrounded by in this town."

𝕿ales of Arcadia.     ━━m!oc x m!oc
WARM WINDS;      a soul tasting like
gardens; cassian zhang/stellan madoc
ocs  &  original plots by -ladyinferno
and fqerietales ━━━━  crackfic /hj
formerly known as : 'misery business.'

CASSIAN ZHANG. (: zhang siyu.) locked
heart of the order. ━━━━━━ he/him.
portrayed by keith kogane (vld2018) ♰

STELLAN MADOC. (: the ethers' eye.) sky
wizard downtown. ━━━━━━ he/him.
portrayed by graham calloway (cs2019) ✧

li na wang ━━ evangeline zhang
addie mccallister ━━ raven cai
jim hawkins ━━ natrix cai
mischief & mayhem cast as casted/described.
sleight of hand cast as casted/described.
tales of arcadia cast as casted/described.

𝕿IME AS A CONCEPT was a fascinating thing. Anything and everything that happened was a result of Father Time's inner workings of this universe, passing by like a ghost forever haunting the daylights out of people. But Time could steal as well as be stolen from. Time hurt and hoped. Time enlightened and engulfed. It was an inevitable thing to be cursed over the ages, whether it was metaphorical or not.

𝕸AGIC HAD THIS STRANGE alliance with time. Time was patient for magic to the point of creating immortals and performances of miracles. Time was kind to those blessed by the gods, yet showed no mercy to those that opposed the world around them. The immortality clung onto people like catching dust and nostalgia, slowing down one's graces and letting the world stretch ahead of them for miles and miles on end without their control. This was both a blessing and a curse.

𝕬S THE WIND CHANGED, so did people's perceptions and strategies. Of course, this lead to clashing ideals of people born in the age of storybooks compared to those born in days of despair in deconstruction. A particular few have learned to go with the direction of these new winds, though. Pseudo-immortals followed these rules under guises of humanitarian walkers in the night. The rest became history as the world continued to change.

𝕰VERYONE HAD THEIR personal histories, many intertwined. What started as a village a moon away from the kingdom of Camelot turned into the start of everblooming camelias and dahlias burned down by a king's expansion. For the sake of stolen goods, godhoods, and power, even the most undeserving lives could be destroyed. Zhang Siyu watched his little sister run through the riverwater between parts of their home village, extinguishing his fears only for a moment before his mother asked him to come inside. She had a message for him, and everything changed. Memories had their flaws.

𝕮HANGE. In unexpected moments, everything changed. Before he could figure it all out, his world seemed to crash down. Embers didn't always die out, though. Even if his hope withered, another change was possible, like a tiny matchstick to a flowering forest. Carving out your future was a difficult thing, but he wanted to anyway. There was no other option other than to repeat his family's names every night and serve until he had a chance to escape the depths of a history he wasn't supposed to be a part of.

𝕭UT THAT was all centuries ago. Now, he was simply a walker of the Earth, a mystery to all who caught his eye.

𝖂ALKERS OF MAGIC treading upon Earth's ground could be many things. Spellcasters, monsters, lost souls, cursed folk and even those who only just escaped death. He wasn't sure what he considered himself to be, but he was somewhere along the line of what someone affected by magic could be. His scars remained, but his appearance hadn't changed much over the years. A reminder of who people wanted him to be.

𝕺THERS IN THIS NEW TOWN he was guided to understood this sentiment, though, ages never affected by Time's grasp. The world was not the kindest place for mortal souls, but those immortal had lessons they've learned as well. Names, eyes, flowers — menial things that brought warmth were missed terribly. Understanding, though, was something important. A small community of mysticism garnered camaraderie among people he never knew until now... other than a few familiar faces, of course.

𝕱AMILIARITY amidst change soon came to play on Time's chessboard. And when that familiarity led Cassian to a bookstore in this small, Californian town, things went full circle.

^ me whenever i mention cassian at all.

note that this is lowkey a crackfic/highkey an inside joke. stop giving this views. stop it. it's almost at 1k. it's terrible /j. it is meant for only three-four people and those people know who they are.

hiiii!!!! i redid the cast chapter because of 1) i took the former cast chapter as a joke, and it completely passed my memory that this fic is for someone i hold so dearly to my heart. therefore, the cast must look clean asf, and 2) title change!! misery business is eternal, but warm winds is kind of better. i only chose 'misery business' because i was listening to paramore when i came up with the idea of this fanfiction. warm winds is more fitting though <3

** tales of arcadia belongs to dreamworks and guillermo del toro. original plots and characters belong to kanna and me.

i hope you enjoy <3<3

god. i love cassian zhang. did you guys know that. i'd do anything for that boy

started: september 2021
published: october 2021
edited: february 2023
ended: tba ━━━━
 fqerietales / ladyinferno 2023

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