Some More Arcane Focuses

A wand made from the wood of a fruit tree. When spells are cast, the smell of the tree’s blossom or fruit (ripe or rotten) often lingers.

A necklace of silver rings - a small sapphire is set in an engraved, eye-like, pendant hanging off it.

A sturdy staff of twisted iron.

A lump of black, amorphous goo. When spells are cast, it flows around your hand without falling off.

Part of the root of a tree, snapped off quickly to become a wand.

A glove, elaborately embroidered with sparkling thread taken from another plane. The embroidery is itself encrypted arcane research. (There’s also a few small beads of coloured glass. Those are just for aesthetic.)

A geode, mounted on a stone rod.

A wand carved out of driftwood, that still smells of salt and seaweed.

A bejeweled hairpin.

A brightly coloured rod, with a ribbon attached to one end. Sometimes the ribbon blows when there’s no breeze.

A small, collapsible eyeglass, each lens made from a different gemstone.

A diadem of bone, seemingly growth to fit your head perfectly.

A singed-looking wand that may smell like lightning or charcoal, after a spell is cast.

A bracelet (or hair-tie) of grasses from multiple planes, all woven together.

A signet ring, with a faded crest.

An ersatz eye, always using its enchantments to give you sight - focusing on this helps you focus your own magic.

A spur of bone, in the shape of a wand.

Two contrasting bands, that seem to repel each other slightly - when pressed together, you feel the weave of magic alter (ever so slightly).

A blunt wooden knife.

A rod of glass that seems to have drifting starlight trapped within it.

A short length of semi-sentient, extra-planar rope - it’ll shift for your comfort, but otherwise stays wrapped along your forearm.

An unremarkable copper locket, but with a tiny token of a trip to another plane hidden within.

A monocle with a lens of uncut gemstone, grown by a skilled alchemist.

A black wand with white ends.

A large toothpick

A golden medallion depicting the sun, with small rubies in each sunbeam.

An object so unremarkable, no-one can quite remember what it was when they aren’t looking at it.

So ADHD Roman, am I right?

A bullet point fic

Word count: Just about 1.2k

Warnings: Medicinal drug reference, panic attacks, self deprecation

Roman who was never diagnosed as a child because he was a bright kid and never had issues learning

Roman who didn’t see anything wrong with giving the people at his table the answers to worksheets

Roman who would always blurt out the answer before anyone else could

Roman who never had an inside voice

Roman who spent the entirety of second grade at a desk alone by the door because he was “too distracting”

Roman who was always high energy, but also developed subtle tics like rubbing his nose or shaking his leg

Roman who constantly fidgets with anything he can get his hands on

Roman who never seemed to be able to get his homework done one time

Roman who began to struggle in middle school when it came to finishing tasks and getting organized, but still managed to pull through

Roman who tried hard not to cry in eighth grade when he got his first-ever B on a report card in English, solely because he forgot to turn in a singular assignment

Roman who begins to muddle through freshman year

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