May. 4th, 2024

space_writes: a drawing of a drow man with long ears, long hair, dark makeup, and an intense expression (obsession)
Obsession - sweet little lie

Fandom: Forgotten Realms / War of the Spider Queen
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Relationship: Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr/Pharaun Mizzrym
Tags: First kiss (but make it mean), pre-War of the Spider Queen/No Spoilers
Wordcount: 876

AO3 / Neocities

Summary: Master Mizzrym is in trouble again. Vizaeth covers for him.


Master Mizzrym is in trouble. Vizaeth can tell by the fact that the Archmage is interrogating him—something happened last night, an apprentice is missing, or perhaps an artefact. He isn’t paying close attention to the exact words, but Archmage Baenre is displeased. This isn’t new, or hard to fathom; he is often, it seems, displeased. Vizaeth supposes he shouldn’t be listening, lingering in the corridor where he can overhear conversations he ought not to overhear.

Overhearing things can be fatal at Sorcere.

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Author's Notes: this is at least 50% The_Jashinist's fault. Vizaeth is my new awful obsession and i love him

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space_writes: a drawing of a drow man with long ears, long hair, dark makeup, and an intense expression (obsession)
Obsession - from now on, we are enemies

Fandom: Forgotten Realms / War of the Spider Queen
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Relationship: Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr/Pharaun Mizzrym
Tags: Pre-War of the Spider Queen/No Spoilers, Viconia Despana (OC), Vizaeth is so pathetic i love him dearly
Wordcount: 951

AO3 / Neocities

Summary: Another apprentice humiliates Vizaeth in Pharaun’s class. Vizaeth vows she’ll live to rue her choices.


Vizaeth doesn’t need to look down to take his notes. He can follow the shape of his words by feel alone, neat cursive script whose lines entrap the cadence of Pharaun’s voice onto his page. He keeps his eyes on Pharaun, as he delivers the lecture with his usual subtle humour and elegant turns of phrase. Vizaeth knows it will take him a while to grasp this spell—transmutation isn’t his favoured sphere, it doesn’t come as naturally as necromancy—but under Pharaun’s instruction, mastery will come.

All he has to do is exactly as Pharaun says.

Pharaun pauses in his pacing, hip cocked, one hand lifted in a delicate twist, thumb tapping his manicured nails as he scans the lecture hall. Vizaeth sits up straighter, lifts his chin. He might not know the spell perfectly yet, but if Pharaun needs a demonstration, he’ll provide one. Certainly no-one else in the class knows it properly yet; they’ve only just begun to study the particulars.

“Apprentice Despana,” Pharaun calls. Vizaeth’s lip curls, then shifts to a smirk when he looks around and sees who it is Pharaun’s selected. She stands, and tucks her hands behind her back, no doubt to hide their shaking.

“Yes, Master Mizzrym?”

“Perhaps you could demonstrate this spell for the class.” 

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Author's Notes: Viconia belongs to the_Jashinist, and this is Vizaeth’s perspective to A Lesson Well Learned.

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space_writes: a drawing of a drow man with long ears, long hair, dark makeup, and an intense expression (obsession)
Obsession - thus came the sign

Fandom: Forgotten Realms / War of the Spider Queen
Rating: T
Warnings: Self Harm
Relationship: Vizaeth Xunhrae Thaezyr/Pharaun Mizzrym (referenced), Pre-Vizaeth/Rhylfein
Tags: pre-War of the Spider Queen/No Spoilers, Spiders, Flirting, Minor Violence, Actual school things happening at Sorcere (what a miracle), viz is absolutely lost in the Lolthite sauce
Wordcount: 4270

AO3 / Neocities

Summary: The only thing Vizaeth loves more than Pharaun is Lolth. Which means that, no matter how little he cares for Veryan Xolarrin, when another student lays hands on Lolth’s Blessed, he’s compelled to step in.

Aiding Veryan, however, might have more interesting consequences than he expects.



There are no spiders in his quarters. They don’t come, no matter how hoarse he prays himself. He’s scoured his reverie for Lolth, but She makes no showing of Herself, and even the memory of Her voice is faint now, an echo of an echo. She sends no sign, Pharaun sends no summons, and so he’s left to wander in the dark, as lost and alone as he’s always been.

Today, he needs to find himself. Today he will be measured, and if he is found wanting, Sorcere will spit him out as it has so many other worthless drow before him.

Vizaeth drags his feet towards the alchemy lab, stomach roiling. He didn’t dare eat breakfast. His arms itch, and he curls his fingers into his palms, fighting the urge to pick at the illusion covering them. He should have worn his usual gloves, saved the magic—Lolth knows he needs all he can scrape together for the aptitude exam later—but Nalfein is teaching this class, and he wants…he wants…

He scratches at his wrist as he steps through the door, feeling the scars that disfigure the weak flesh. He doesn’t know what he wants. For Nalfein to see him whole, unbroken, still worthy of attention, after the way he fled Entreri’s blade. To not know how much of himself he’s carved away to keep up with the rest of his class, for whom magic seems to come as easily and naturally as bleeding does to him.

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Author's Notes: Vizaeth's POV for Sacred Spider by . these boys are gonna kiss :p (Rhylfein is capital-T-Trouble, im sure this is going to end perfectly fine)

translation note: y’haerrd means ‘fanatic’, and i figure calling a Lolthite a fanatic when you are also a Lolthite is really saying something.


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