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Jul. 10th, 2025 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And I came across... um... this:

At which point, Bob! went:
Darren Cahill isn’t just a brilliant tennis mind - he’s a warlock, an ancient practitioner of binding magic and protective wards, hiding arcane symbols in strategy notebooks and stringing spells into racquets. Every serve Jannik hits is laced with intention; every missed shot by an opponent is no accident.
He made a deal years ago: power in exchange for silence and subtlety. In return, his players would rise. But there’s a cost. The magic must be fed - sometimes with injuries, sometimes with reputation, sometimes with blood.
[EDIT] 5-ish hours later and I'm about to post a fic to AO3 with the summary Darren Cahill works in shadows - in chalk and string tension, in whispered spells and bloodless offerings. Rituals. Sigils. Subtle magics scratched into hardcourt and whispered into clay.
But grass is different. Older. Easily offended. It doesn't like to be used. And Wimbledon remembers him.