Prompt# 139 - Bemused- The Diamond Blood Legacy: 2.6 - Tekia - original

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Title: The Diamond Blood Legacy: 2.6
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Bemused
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: word count: 578 Temuji reflects and connects with Davin. Sorry, senseless and short excerpt.
Previous.

Hissing a breath, she spun on her heel and marched out the door after Viljo. Temuji rolled his eyes, somehow knowing that would happen. He went to the window, still munching on the apple and assumed Viljo’s place, staring out at the garden.
His father had kept correspondences up with Dago. His father. What had they been up to?
He patted the letter in his inner pocket and decided to let the thoughts dwell in the back of his mind for a bit longer. Maybe there would be answers back home.
Home. He hadn’t been there in so long he felt a pang of regret at the thought. Had the house fallen into disrepair? Had the retainers remained despite his long absence?
He figured that things would have greatly changed during the years he had been away. New people and all, but perhaps the lands wouldn’t have changed much at all.
He opened the window and tossed out the apple core into the garden, knowing that the landscapers would be angry later, but that is what they were paid for. Snorting, he turned on his heel and followed the others into Davin’s room.
The man was awake, looking better in health. He smiled up at Temuji and placed his hand on Viljo’s shoulder.
“He tells me you will take him to House Coatl.”
Temuji nodded and took a seat. “Despite popular belief, I like my ancestral home.”
“It was a wonderful place. Viljo, you’ll like it there.”
“Maybe you can come with us? We can go before…” Viljo flushed and shot a frantic gaze to Temuji.
Temuji’s lips quirked in a smirk. “Before it becomes too much of a burden for you to travel?” he offered.
A look of relief came over his features and Viljo turned back to Davin. “Yes. Please?”
Davin took Viljo’s hand in his and patted it gently. “You know that’s impossible now. I’m sorry, love, but it’s too late for me.”
Viljo choked on a sob and nodded, fighting tears. The housekeeper, stubbornly keeping her name to herself, came up to him then and gathered him close.
“Lets retire to prepare for dinner.”
He nodded and Temuji watched them leave together, bemused. “They’re close.”
“They are,” Davin agreed. He shifted on the bed, trying to sit up more. Temuji helped by fluffing pillows. “When I first brought him here, he was very quiet and frightened. He’s much better now, not thanks to me, but to her. She’s very kind and one can’t help but feel secure around her.” He slanted Temuji a knowing look. “I see you’ve also fallen under her spell.”
“Spell? Me? You think me that weak?”
Davin chuckled and waved an airy hand. “Never for a moment. Perhaps you’re weaving a spell around her? She was flushed when she entered.”
“Probably anger.” Then he turned his full attention to Davin. “Truthfully, how are you?”
“In pain.” He laid his hand over his chest. “It hurts more every day. It is becoming hard to breath, harder to talk. With your magic, I’m stable, but it won’t last.”
Temuji nodded. “I’m not a healer.”
“I didn’t call you here to heal me, brother.” Temuji would never admit it out loud, but that nearly broke him. The two of them had been together, causing havoc and riots since childhood. They were as close as brothers, and now…
He clenched his eyes closed and wondered if his magic was strong enough to change history. 
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