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tamingthemuseTitle: The Diamond Blood Legacy: 2.7
Fandom: Original
Prompt: First come, first killed
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Word Count: 682. Temuji confronts Dago's magic for the first time and learns something new about Viljo's condition.
Previous
Dinner was quiet, with only himself and Viljo at a table lit only by candles. Viljo broke the silence by asking questions about House Coatl and about where Temuji had disappeared to during the day.
Temuji brushed off his questions with vague answers and witty remarks that drew his attention to other topics. Sooner than expected, Viljo began to be unable to control his yawns and Temuji ordered him to his bed.
Viljo nodded and stood, bracing himself on the table as his body proved too tired to cope with this abrupt change of altitude. He blinked in surprise and turned suddenly frightened blue eyes to Temuji.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
Confused, Temuji reached out for him, taking his weight off the table and onto him. Viljo looked up at him, and Temuji could feel the slight frame trembling. Without waiting for permission, Temuji let his magic trickle into Viljo, searching.
Why hadn’t he done it before?
Instantly, his senses began reeling as his magic collided with Dago’s magic. It was in Viljo’s blood, throughout his whole body. It pushed against Temuji’s magic, as slight an amount Temuji had poured into the boy. Quickly, Temuji withdrew and pulled Viljo into his arms.
Viljo clung to him as Temuji carried him through the house and to his bed chambers. There, he dropped the youth on the bed and held him down with a hand to his chest.
“I want to try something. It may hurt.” He waited a moment for Viljo to make a decision. He bit his lip, then nodded.
Nodding in return, Temuji put his hands over his body, one over his legs, and one on his chest. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, once again touching Dago’s magic hidden inside Viljo. He gently brushed against the magic, taunting, teasing before suddenly attacking.
Viljo screamed and clutched at the bed sheets, his face twisted into a mask of agony. Amazingly, Dago’s magic also attacked, wrapping around the tendrils of Temuji’s magic and feasting on them.
Nonplussed, Temuji withdrew, leaving Viljo whimpering in pain and now curled into himself. Temuji sat heavily on the bed, thoughts awhirl.
“It’s not a cures he put on you.”
Viljo lifted his head and eyed Temuji. “I don’t understand? If not a curse, then what?”
Temuji patted his shoulder. “He’s still feasting on your magic. He’s stealing it from you even now.”
Viljo threw himself back on the bed, dropping one arm over his eyes. His voice was weak as he said, “Will I always be owned by him?”
Temuji snorted. “I promised, didn’t I?”
Viljo stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then he nodded before he was startled by another yawn. Temuji stood. “Try to sleep, yes?”
Viljo nodded and turned on his side, pulling a blanket over his shoulder. Temuji closed the door behind him and went to Davin’s door. He paused in the doorway and watched the slow raise and fall of Davin’s chest.
Davin had went up against Dago. Davin had confronted Dago’s magic enhanced by Viljo’s. First come, first killed, Temuji thought with a twinge of irony. Was Dago now undefeatable?
Sighing, Temuji touched his hand to the paper hidden in his coat. Perhaps his father knew something valuable to Temuji now. He’d have to look when they returned to House Coatl.
Davin woke and turned to face Temuji, as if he had known the man was there all along. “You have dark thoughts.”
“Don’t I always?” Temuji quipped.
Davin smiled, but didn’t chuckle as was his wont. He rested heavily on his pillow, looking weaker than ever before. “I believe in you, Temuji.”
“I wish I had as much faith, Davin. Go to sleep, old man, it’s late.”
This time, Davin did chuckle as his eyes closed. Temuji decided that he was right. For now, his bed should be the only thing concerning him. If only he had someone to join him in it, he thought with a small curve to his lips as he passed a maid on the way to his chambers.
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Fandom: Original
Prompt: First come, first killed
Warnings: none
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Word Count: 682. Temuji confronts Dago's magic for the first time and learns something new about Viljo's condition.
Previous
Dinner was quiet, with only himself and Viljo at a table lit only by candles. Viljo broke the silence by asking questions about House Coatl and about where Temuji had disappeared to during the day.
Temuji brushed off his questions with vague answers and witty remarks that drew his attention to other topics. Sooner than expected, Viljo began to be unable to control his yawns and Temuji ordered him to his bed.
Viljo nodded and stood, bracing himself on the table as his body proved too tired to cope with this abrupt change of altitude. He blinked in surprise and turned suddenly frightened blue eyes to Temuji.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
Confused, Temuji reached out for him, taking his weight off the table and onto him. Viljo looked up at him, and Temuji could feel the slight frame trembling. Without waiting for permission, Temuji let his magic trickle into Viljo, searching.
Why hadn’t he done it before?
Instantly, his senses began reeling as his magic collided with Dago’s magic. It was in Viljo’s blood, throughout his whole body. It pushed against Temuji’s magic, as slight an amount Temuji had poured into the boy. Quickly, Temuji withdrew and pulled Viljo into his arms.
Viljo clung to him as Temuji carried him through the house and to his bed chambers. There, he dropped the youth on the bed and held him down with a hand to his chest.
“I want to try something. It may hurt.” He waited a moment for Viljo to make a decision. He bit his lip, then nodded.
Nodding in return, Temuji put his hands over his body, one over his legs, and one on his chest. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, once again touching Dago’s magic hidden inside Viljo. He gently brushed against the magic, taunting, teasing before suddenly attacking.
Viljo screamed and clutched at the bed sheets, his face twisted into a mask of agony. Amazingly, Dago’s magic also attacked, wrapping around the tendrils of Temuji’s magic and feasting on them.
Nonplussed, Temuji withdrew, leaving Viljo whimpering in pain and now curled into himself. Temuji sat heavily on the bed, thoughts awhirl.
“It’s not a cures he put on you.”
Viljo lifted his head and eyed Temuji. “I don’t understand? If not a curse, then what?”
Temuji patted his shoulder. “He’s still feasting on your magic. He’s stealing it from you even now.”
Viljo threw himself back on the bed, dropping one arm over his eyes. His voice was weak as he said, “Will I always be owned by him?”
Temuji snorted. “I promised, didn’t I?”
Viljo stared at him in silence for a long moment. Then he nodded before he was startled by another yawn. Temuji stood. “Try to sleep, yes?”
Viljo nodded and turned on his side, pulling a blanket over his shoulder. Temuji closed the door behind him and went to Davin’s door. He paused in the doorway and watched the slow raise and fall of Davin’s chest.
Davin had went up against Dago. Davin had confronted Dago’s magic enhanced by Viljo’s. First come, first killed, Temuji thought with a twinge of irony. Was Dago now undefeatable?
Sighing, Temuji touched his hand to the paper hidden in his coat. Perhaps his father knew something valuable to Temuji now. He’d have to look when they returned to House Coatl.
Davin woke and turned to face Temuji, as if he had known the man was there all along. “You have dark thoughts.”
“Don’t I always?” Temuji quipped.
Davin smiled, but didn’t chuckle as was his wont. He rested heavily on his pillow, looking weaker than ever before. “I believe in you, Temuji.”
“I wish I had as much faith, Davin. Go to sleep, old man, it’s late.”
This time, Davin did chuckle as his eyes closed. Temuji decided that he was right. For now, his bed should be the only thing concerning him. If only he had someone to join him in it, he thought with a small curve to his lips as he passed a maid on the way to his chambers.
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