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tamingthemuseTitle: The Diamond Blood Legacy: 3.3
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Gossip
Warnings: muh
Rating: G
Summary: word count: 831 Temuji returns to Lady Qimat, asking more questions.
After leaving the house, Temuji settled in the carriage once again and suffered the trip back to the Diamond Blood’s House. This time the butler allowed him entrance without a fuss and Temuji awaited the lady of the house.
As he waited, he took the time to put in little spies. It wouldn’t do any harm to keep an eye on the old woman, not that she needed any protection, he thought as she came down the stairs, glaring at him.
“Take those back, boy, I won’t have anybody else’s magic tainting the house’s spells.”
Smiling a guileless smile, Temuji snapped his fingers, pulling back the charm while placing another behind his back. “Sorry to offend, Lady.”
She sniffed and marched around him, leading him into that familiar parlor. “What are you doing back so soon, Coatl?”
“I’ve questions.”
“Questions that weren’t answered yesterday?”
He dipped his head in a nod. “New questions.”
“Very well.” She sat, her silk skirts bellowing out around her. Her eyes were as sharp as ever and Temuji took his time gathering his words.
“Was there any gossip about my father, before I was born?”
One fine white brow arched and her lips pursed. “I seem to remember quite a few rumors about your rascal of a father.”
Temuji smiled. That sounded like his father. Always in the limelight, always causing brows to arch. His mother had often said that he was likely to turn out just like him. Temuji couldn’t help but wonder if he was anything like his father in his youth.
“Anything dealing with the Houses?”
“Did he bring shame to his name, are you asking?”
Just then a maid entered with a tea tray and he held his tongue until she left and the lady had poured him a cup. He made a face at the bitter tea, eyeing the sugar pot. She hadn’t offered him any.
And her eyes told him that he had better not ask for any. Smiling, he set the tea cup aside. “Did he?”
“Never. There were a few close calls, your mother was one of them.”
That startled him. He thought back to what he knew about his parents and couldn’t think of a thing that would cause his mother to bring shame to the Coatl name.
“Explain, please.”
She tilted her head to one side. “You really don’t know?”
His jaw clenched. The woman was enjoying tormenting him. “Obviously.”
She looked at him for a long moment before nodding to herself, seemingly coming to a conclusion. “Your mother was rumored to be a thief.”
Shocked, his lips parted and he had to remind himself to close his mouth least he look dull.
“Is that what the gossip said?”
She nodded, taking a sip of tea. “That, and that she had you out of wedlock.”
Temuji grinned. “That I knew.”
She laughed, hiding her chuckles behind a hand. “Of course. Your mother was very proud of you. In her eyes, there never was a better child.”
Temuji’s smile turned soft. “She loved me.”
“She did.” Lady Qimat’s eyes grew distant. “I often what my son’s wife would think of their child.”
Temuji lowered his gaze. It was prudent that she not know of her grandson’s existence, not just yet.
She shook her head. “There was a hint of a rumor about him in his youth that connected him to raiders from the south, but that was just poppycock.”
That floored Temuji, but he quickly hid behind a cool mask of polite interest. They continued to talk about his father’s past actions as his mind flew off in another direction. It wasn’t until he heard the hard click of china that he snapped back to himself and recalled the real purpose of his visit. She was loosing patience with his chatter.
“I’m leaving town this day.”
She blinked in surprise. “Did you not just arrive?”
He dipped his head in a nod. “Things have happened that call me home.” He held out his hand, magic glowing only slightly in the palm of his hand. “I wish you to have this.”
“A protection spell?” She sniffed and his magic was blown out of his hand. He smile.
“No, a communication spell. I wish to keep in touch with you, in case things happened.”
She stood and stepped around the divan. “Still a protection spell. In any event, I wish to keep you in communication. I wish to be kept informed of how your quest with Dago is going.” She slanted him a dark look that would have probably made her son quell in his boots. “What are your plans in that regards?”
“I have nothing.”
She spun about and snapped her fan at him. “What do you mean, boy? How can you plan to go up against the most powerful magic user in our time without planning ahead?”
He smiled and stood as well. “It’s how I work.” He lifted his shoulders, shrugging. “It’s never failed me before.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Gossip
Warnings: muh
Rating: G
Summary: word count: 831 Temuji returns to Lady Qimat, asking more questions.
After leaving the house, Temuji settled in the carriage once again and suffered the trip back to the Diamond Blood’s House. This time the butler allowed him entrance without a fuss and Temuji awaited the lady of the house.
As he waited, he took the time to put in little spies. It wouldn’t do any harm to keep an eye on the old woman, not that she needed any protection, he thought as she came down the stairs, glaring at him.
“Take those back, boy, I won’t have anybody else’s magic tainting the house’s spells.”
Smiling a guileless smile, Temuji snapped his fingers, pulling back the charm while placing another behind his back. “Sorry to offend, Lady.”
She sniffed and marched around him, leading him into that familiar parlor. “What are you doing back so soon, Coatl?”
“I’ve questions.”
“Questions that weren’t answered yesterday?”
He dipped his head in a nod. “New questions.”
“Very well.” She sat, her silk skirts bellowing out around her. Her eyes were as sharp as ever and Temuji took his time gathering his words.
“Was there any gossip about my father, before I was born?”
One fine white brow arched and her lips pursed. “I seem to remember quite a few rumors about your rascal of a father.”
Temuji smiled. That sounded like his father. Always in the limelight, always causing brows to arch. His mother had often said that he was likely to turn out just like him. Temuji couldn’t help but wonder if he was anything like his father in his youth.
“Anything dealing with the Houses?”
“Did he bring shame to his name, are you asking?”
Just then a maid entered with a tea tray and he held his tongue until she left and the lady had poured him a cup. He made a face at the bitter tea, eyeing the sugar pot. She hadn’t offered him any.
And her eyes told him that he had better not ask for any. Smiling, he set the tea cup aside. “Did he?”
“Never. There were a few close calls, your mother was one of them.”
That startled him. He thought back to what he knew about his parents and couldn’t think of a thing that would cause his mother to bring shame to the Coatl name.
“Explain, please.”
She tilted her head to one side. “You really don’t know?”
His jaw clenched. The woman was enjoying tormenting him. “Obviously.”
She looked at him for a long moment before nodding to herself, seemingly coming to a conclusion. “Your mother was rumored to be a thief.”
Shocked, his lips parted and he had to remind himself to close his mouth least he look dull.
“Is that what the gossip said?”
She nodded, taking a sip of tea. “That, and that she had you out of wedlock.”
Temuji grinned. “That I knew.”
She laughed, hiding her chuckles behind a hand. “Of course. Your mother was very proud of you. In her eyes, there never was a better child.”
Temuji’s smile turned soft. “She loved me.”
“She did.” Lady Qimat’s eyes grew distant. “I often what my son’s wife would think of their child.”
Temuji lowered his gaze. It was prudent that she not know of her grandson’s existence, not just yet.
She shook her head. “There was a hint of a rumor about him in his youth that connected him to raiders from the south, but that was just poppycock.”
That floored Temuji, but he quickly hid behind a cool mask of polite interest. They continued to talk about his father’s past actions as his mind flew off in another direction. It wasn’t until he heard the hard click of china that he snapped back to himself and recalled the real purpose of his visit. She was loosing patience with his chatter.
“I’m leaving town this day.”
She blinked in surprise. “Did you not just arrive?”
He dipped his head in a nod. “Things have happened that call me home.” He held out his hand, magic glowing only slightly in the palm of his hand. “I wish you to have this.”
“A protection spell?” She sniffed and his magic was blown out of his hand. He smile.
“No, a communication spell. I wish to keep in touch with you, in case things happened.”
She stood and stepped around the divan. “Still a protection spell. In any event, I wish to keep you in communication. I wish to be kept informed of how your quest with Dago is going.” She slanted him a dark look that would have probably made her son quell in his boots. “What are your plans in that regards?”
“I have nothing.”
She spun about and snapped her fan at him. “What do you mean, boy? How can you plan to go up against the most powerful magic user in our time without planning ahead?”
He smiled and stood as well. “It’s how I work.” He lifted his shoulders, shrugging. “It’s never failed me before.”
