realmofthemuse Wall of Sound

Set during the mini-series when Az was still possessed, poor dear.


Her guards waited outside her chambers until the conversation appeared over. Whatever cues they used to determine its completion, they were wrong. It never ended. From the day her sister left her alone in the, the voice of the witch rarely stopped. Azkedillia's every action and emotion received comment. In the beginning the witch's words were designed to seduce and reassure, but when the Queen was overthrown, the voice changed.

The first night they could wander their castle and feel completely assured that no one would touch them, that they were truly in power, the witch laughed. She'd laughed before, but this was a different sound. Of every sound she'd made, this one chilled what was left of Azkedillia the most. And what was left hid further inside.

Just before receiving word that someone was coming through the storm, the witch's voice changed. There was a touch of anger to it, which wasn't new. Underneath that was something else, something Azkedillia couldn't recognize. All she knew was it irritated her, like a mosquito buzzing in her ear.

When they realized who the girl was, Azkedillia finally figured out what the growing sound was. It was panic.


Azkedillia, Sorceress of Tin Man,196

theatrical_muse Old Acquaintance

She'd put it off as long as she could. When she was told where he was, Azkedillia used years of practice to hide her true feelings on the matter. All logic told her it was a correct and even honorable choice of punishments. That particular torment had been one of his creating, not the witch's. It was designed to teach a lesson to more than the person in the tin suit. Anyone passing by would see the power of their soldiers and fear them.

Seeing him, she nearly faltered. Even her training as a princess and as the witch's vessel were almost not enough to keep her from sinking to her knees and weeping. This man had stood beside her at the end, putting his life forward to protect her and further the goals he thought were hers. Would he have been a good man if she had asked him for something different?

Only she hadn't asked him for anything and she had to remember that. His crimes were not hers. She touched the cold metal and moved away from the small round window. He had no excuse for his actions. Walking away she could hear the muffled sound of him pounding on metal, but she did not look back.


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