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tamingthemuseTitle: The Diamond Blood Legacy; 3.4
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Imbroglio
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Word Count: 600 The house prepares for their trip.
He quickly left the house, leaving behind even more balls of magic that would let him watch the house. His coachman drove them back to Davin’s house where he ducked around rushing footmen and panicked maids. Frowning, he sought out the butler.
“What’s this ruckus?”
“My lord,” the man said, grateful to see him. “It’s the boy, Master Viljo. He has locked himself in his room.” The old man shook his head, but Temuji had already turned away, taking the stairs two at a time in his rush.
“Order his luggage to be strapped to the carriage. Mine as well.”
“Very good, sir.”
He paused before Viljo’s door, hesitating only a moment before knocking on the door. Silence greeted him and his knock turned forceful.
“Vlijo! Open the door. We must be away.”
“No.” The finality in his voice made Temuji frown. He sighed and pressed his hand to the knob, magic doing its trick to unlock the lock. He pushed open the door and it slid open silently.
Viljo was sitting at his breakfast table, head bowed and some odd items spread out before him. Temuji approached him and lowered himself to the chair opposite him. Viljo refused to look up at him, refused to acknowledge his presence.
“It’ll be safer at the Coatl House.”
Viljo shook his head, still not looking up. “I don’t want to endanger you.”
Temuji laughed before he could stop himself. Viljo glared up at him, slamming a tightly clenched fist against the table.
“He’ll come after you if you keep me from him. He’ll kill you like he did Davin.”
“No, he can try,” Temuji said arrogantly.
That only enraged Viljo even more. He pushed himself away from the table and made to stand, but, with one twitch of his finger, Temuji pushed him back down with magic alone. He caught Viljo’s startled gaze in his own dark one and smiled wickedly.
“Dago may be strong, but so am I. So is the House. Davin should have come to me earlier; none of this would have happened. But it did, and you must be protected else Davin’s death would be for naught.”
Viljo seemed to shrink into himself, his eyes once again avoiding Temuji’s. He released the youth and sat back, attention returning once again to the objects on the table. There was a scrap of leather, worn and faded with age, a ribbon stained brown, blood Temuji suspected.
He reached out and took a hold of a faded journal. Instantly Viljo’s hand shot out and snatched the book from him. He held it protectively against his chest and turned his back on Temuji.
Curious, Temuji still decided not to peruse it. He stood.
“All will be well. I’ll live and you’ll live free too. Now, get your bags ready and to the carriage.” He left the room and nearly stumbled into a maid rushing past. He growled and ran his hand through his hair in irritation. The housekeeper rushed up to him them.
“Is he ready?”
“He will be, even if I have to tie him up and store him with the luggage. Are you?”
She nodded and was called away as more maids came up to her with tears and problems. Rolling his eyes, Temuji escaped into Davin’s study.
Once away from the imbroglio without, Temuji took a deep breath and inhaled the faded scent of cigars. Smiling, he pulled a smoke out from his coat pocket and searched Davin’s desk for a light. Only a few more hours of this and they would be on the road.
He couldn’t wait.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Imbroglio
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Word Count: 600 The house prepares for their trip.
He quickly left the house, leaving behind even more balls of magic that would let him watch the house. His coachman drove them back to Davin’s house where he ducked around rushing footmen and panicked maids. Frowning, he sought out the butler.
“What’s this ruckus?”
“My lord,” the man said, grateful to see him. “It’s the boy, Master Viljo. He has locked himself in his room.” The old man shook his head, but Temuji had already turned away, taking the stairs two at a time in his rush.
“Order his luggage to be strapped to the carriage. Mine as well.”
“Very good, sir.”
He paused before Viljo’s door, hesitating only a moment before knocking on the door. Silence greeted him and his knock turned forceful.
“Vlijo! Open the door. We must be away.”
“No.” The finality in his voice made Temuji frown. He sighed and pressed his hand to the knob, magic doing its trick to unlock the lock. He pushed open the door and it slid open silently.
Viljo was sitting at his breakfast table, head bowed and some odd items spread out before him. Temuji approached him and lowered himself to the chair opposite him. Viljo refused to look up at him, refused to acknowledge his presence.
“It’ll be safer at the Coatl House.”
Viljo shook his head, still not looking up. “I don’t want to endanger you.”
Temuji laughed before he could stop himself. Viljo glared up at him, slamming a tightly clenched fist against the table.
“He’ll come after you if you keep me from him. He’ll kill you like he did Davin.”
“No, he can try,” Temuji said arrogantly.
That only enraged Viljo even more. He pushed himself away from the table and made to stand, but, with one twitch of his finger, Temuji pushed him back down with magic alone. He caught Viljo’s startled gaze in his own dark one and smiled wickedly.
“Dago may be strong, but so am I. So is the House. Davin should have come to me earlier; none of this would have happened. But it did, and you must be protected else Davin’s death would be for naught.”
Viljo seemed to shrink into himself, his eyes once again avoiding Temuji’s. He released the youth and sat back, attention returning once again to the objects on the table. There was a scrap of leather, worn and faded with age, a ribbon stained brown, blood Temuji suspected.
He reached out and took a hold of a faded journal. Instantly Viljo’s hand shot out and snatched the book from him. He held it protectively against his chest and turned his back on Temuji.
Curious, Temuji still decided not to peruse it. He stood.
“All will be well. I’ll live and you’ll live free too. Now, get your bags ready and to the carriage.” He left the room and nearly stumbled into a maid rushing past. He growled and ran his hand through his hair in irritation. The housekeeper rushed up to him them.
“Is he ready?”
“He will be, even if I have to tie him up and store him with the luggage. Are you?”
She nodded and was called away as more maids came up to her with tears and problems. Rolling his eyes, Temuji escaped into Davin’s study.
Once away from the imbroglio without, Temuji took a deep breath and inhaled the faded scent of cigars. Smiling, he pulled a smoke out from his coat pocket and searched Davin’s desk for a light. Only a few more hours of this and they would be on the road.
He couldn’t wait.
