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tamingthemuseTitle: Shadows in Moonlight
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Possessed
Warnings: This is a clip from a larger story. Also, slash themes.
Rating: PG
Summary: Tegid had been kidnapped and he figured it would be his warrior of a dad that will rescue him.
Tegid stared down at the river below him, eyes dark with thoughts of escape that he knew he just didn’t have in him to attempt. He wasn’t like his dads, a warrior at heart, an adventurer. He was more like his father, quite and subdued. He’d rather be perched on a shelf and look pretty than risk dirtying his feathers.
Snorting at that mental image, Tegid glanced up at the clear sky and wondered where his two fathers were now. Dads would be looking for him, no doubt. He’d search and search and never stop until he found him. That was just the kind of guy Dads was.
Father would fret and worry and search him out via his star in the night sky. He’d make charms and say prayers that would sooth Tegid’s soul, and get himself sick in the process.
His father never got sick. Dads did upon occasion, but Father never got sick. He frowned as he realized this and then wondered at his thoughts.
It must have been boredom setting in.
Once again his eyes trailed down the side of the castle walls and he contemplated escape. The jump was too far for his human form and Father had impressed upon him long ago about never using his dragon form in any instance that a human might learn of his secret. Dragons were, after all, long gone from their world.
His shoulders ached as he stared off into the distance, wanting to fly and be free and do all those things that he wasn’t allowed to do until Dads rescued him. He wished his Dads would hurry up and arrive so they could return home and he could fly.
He sighed and turned his back on the vast greens before him and walked back toward the castle. As a prisoner in a castle that was occupied with little more than guards, there was not much for him to do. So he did the only thing he could think of and found his room and dropped on the cot and forced himself to sleep.
***
“Tegid.”
He frowned in his sleep, tugging a blanket over his shoulder. He murmured something unintelligible and sank deeper into sleep. The blanket was tugged out of his grasp and back down, exposing his face to the cool breeze coming through an open window.
He frowned again, vaguely thinking that he had closed all the windows due to the rain that started late that night. Wrinkling his nose, he surfaced and blinked into the darkness disrupted only by the dim moonlight. Then movement caught his eye and he sat up with a start. Before he could make any noise, a hand firmly clasped over his mouth.
“Tegid.” He recognized his father’s voice and that only startled him more. Eyes wide, he tugged his father’s hand down and blinked, trying to discern his father’s features in the shadows.
His father’s face was covered by a cowl tugged low over his head, leaving only his chin and lips visible. His clothes were all black and his hands were gloved where they were passing over his body, apparently looking for injuries.
“F-father?”
“Shh, we must move quickly.”
Satisfied that Tegid was whole, his father tugged him to his feet and pointed out his clothes to him, as if Tegid were still an infant and didn’t know that he had to dress before leaving the house. Flushing, Tegid quickly dressed and once again turned to regard his father, now leaning against a wall, peering out the open window, in awe.
“H-how did you find me?”
Green eyes shot to him, and he could finally see them. His father’s lips smiled and Tegid felt safe and peaceful for the first time since he’d been taken from his home.
“I’ve told you before, the stars always know where you are.”
Tegid rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips. Father was always saying things like that. They meant nothing to Tegid, a boy still in the cusp of youth and unwilling to admit that there were far more powerful things out there.
His father waved a hand for him to approach and then, once Tegid was at his side, pointed to a ledge just outside the window. “Changed and follow that to the north side of the wall. Jump down from there. Be careful of the guards, and don’t get caught.”
Tegid nodded and was about to climb out the open window when he realized that his father wasn’t a dragon, thus couldn’t follow him.
“What about you?” he whispered, his voice taking on an edge of fear for the first time.
His father cupped his chin in his hands and pressed a kiss to his brow.
“Get free of here and I’ll meet you in near the lake, where the trees dip their roots in the water.”
Tegid frown, shaking his head. That meant nothing to him. He didn’t know the lay of this land. He clutched at his father’s cloak as his father pried his fingers free.
“Go now, but take your time.”
“Where are you going?”
He smiled again and this smile was unlike any he had ever seen on his scholar of a father’s face. It sent chills down his spine as he suddenly realized there was so much about his father he didn’t know. Dads told him stories about his past, but Father never spoke of his.
Now Tegid wondered just what demon possessed his father to make him seem so unfamiliar. So cold and dangerous. When his father pointed to the ledge once again, Tegid went without protest, his body changing into the bulky lizard cat combination that was so unlike his other parent’s serpentine dragon form.
He’d never wondered about the difference before, but now he couldn’t hold back the thought that maybe his father was more of a dragon than Dads. That look in his eyes certainly had never found a place in Dads’ warm gaze.
He shivered the whole way around the castle’s wall and leaped easily from the castle itself to the gate. He had to duck into deep shadows when he found his path blocked by a pair of guards with spears leaning over the wall, sharp eyes set to watch for intruders.
Shivering in fear, he shifted from foot to foot to foot as he looked for a way over without being caught.
If Father can get in as a human, then surely he could escape as a dragon. He was decided if he would rather make a run for it or try to sneak around the guards when there was a loud crash from the south of the castle.
With a cold chill, Tegid realized it had to have been his father making a distraction so that Tegid could escape. The guards all rushed around the walls, leaving behind only a skeleton crew to man the northern wall. Tegid turned his eyes to the castle, wondering what his father was doing, wondering if his father was safe before he forced himself onward.
After that, the escape was easy. He wasn’t as small as Dads, but he wasn’t a giant lizard either. He easily ran the distance from the walls to the forest, every step a victory, an step closer to escape. He heard a shout and figured he must have been spotted, so he pushed himself harder, panting, tongue lulling out his mouth.
Once he looked back to find a set of guards rushing out after him, and behind them, a man on horseback giving chase.
His eyes widened and he opened his wings to give himself the much need push to escape. Once in the forest, he easily lost the guards. A tree proved the perfect cover and he waited for the guards to pass under him, but they never did. He waited even longer to make sure he was safe before putting his nose to the air and smelling water.
The tree tops worked as a walkway for him. He jumped from branch to branch on his quest for the lake his father had spoken of and his mind wondered back to his father’s strange appearance. He looked amazing, like those warriors of stealth and assassinations. He even had wore his eyes open for all to see, or rather, for him to see. For as long as he could remember, his father had always wore a piece of cloth over his eyes, claiming that the sun blinded him. Only at night, and only at home, did his father ever remove the cloth, and that was usually reserved for when he laid his head down to sleep.
Tegid didn’t realize he was grinning until he thought that he like his father like this. His father was someone to reckon with. His father was so unlike how Tegid had pictured him.
It wasn’t Dads that came to rescue him, but his priestly father.
He jumped down at the bank of the lake and sniffed around, quickly finding his father’s scent and rushing to his side, changing back into his human shape as he approached.
His father was washing something off his gloves, knee deep in the water, moonlight surrounding him. His eyes were closed and the cowl of his cloak thrown back to expose his hair knotted in a tight braid. His features were drawn and tight and he looked so tired and stressed and Tegid felt horrible. There was blood on his clothes and a splatter of the dark liquid on his cheek. In this landscape, his father truly looked like a demon of horror.
Tegid shivered at this unknown man and bit his lip. His father turned to him and that look was gone. He smiled at Tegid, reached out to him and embraced him tightly. And now he was shivering along with his son, murmuring words of prayer and thanks giving.
Tegid smiled and slipped his arms around his father’s waist, thinking, this was the father he knew, not that possessed demon from before.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Possessed
Warnings: This is a clip from a larger story. Also, slash themes.
Rating: PG
Summary: Tegid had been kidnapped and he figured it would be his warrior of a dad that will rescue him.
Tegid stared down at the river below him, eyes dark with thoughts of escape that he knew he just didn’t have in him to attempt. He wasn’t like his dads, a warrior at heart, an adventurer. He was more like his father, quite and subdued. He’d rather be perched on a shelf and look pretty than risk dirtying his feathers.
Snorting at that mental image, Tegid glanced up at the clear sky and wondered where his two fathers were now. Dads would be looking for him, no doubt. He’d search and search and never stop until he found him. That was just the kind of guy Dads was.
Father would fret and worry and search him out via his star in the night sky. He’d make charms and say prayers that would sooth Tegid’s soul, and get himself sick in the process.
His father never got sick. Dads did upon occasion, but Father never got sick. He frowned as he realized this and then wondered at his thoughts.
It must have been boredom setting in.
Once again his eyes trailed down the side of the castle walls and he contemplated escape. The jump was too far for his human form and Father had impressed upon him long ago about never using his dragon form in any instance that a human might learn of his secret. Dragons were, after all, long gone from their world.
His shoulders ached as he stared off into the distance, wanting to fly and be free and do all those things that he wasn’t allowed to do until Dads rescued him. He wished his Dads would hurry up and arrive so they could return home and he could fly.
He sighed and turned his back on the vast greens before him and walked back toward the castle. As a prisoner in a castle that was occupied with little more than guards, there was not much for him to do. So he did the only thing he could think of and found his room and dropped on the cot and forced himself to sleep.
***
“Tegid.”
He frowned in his sleep, tugging a blanket over his shoulder. He murmured something unintelligible and sank deeper into sleep. The blanket was tugged out of his grasp and back down, exposing his face to the cool breeze coming through an open window.
He frowned again, vaguely thinking that he had closed all the windows due to the rain that started late that night. Wrinkling his nose, he surfaced and blinked into the darkness disrupted only by the dim moonlight. Then movement caught his eye and he sat up with a start. Before he could make any noise, a hand firmly clasped over his mouth.
“Tegid.” He recognized his father’s voice and that only startled him more. Eyes wide, he tugged his father’s hand down and blinked, trying to discern his father’s features in the shadows.
His father’s face was covered by a cowl tugged low over his head, leaving only his chin and lips visible. His clothes were all black and his hands were gloved where they were passing over his body, apparently looking for injuries.
“F-father?”
“Shh, we must move quickly.”
Satisfied that Tegid was whole, his father tugged him to his feet and pointed out his clothes to him, as if Tegid were still an infant and didn’t know that he had to dress before leaving the house. Flushing, Tegid quickly dressed and once again turned to regard his father, now leaning against a wall, peering out the open window, in awe.
“H-how did you find me?”
Green eyes shot to him, and he could finally see them. His father’s lips smiled and Tegid felt safe and peaceful for the first time since he’d been taken from his home.
“I’ve told you before, the stars always know where you are.”
Tegid rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips. Father was always saying things like that. They meant nothing to Tegid, a boy still in the cusp of youth and unwilling to admit that there were far more powerful things out there.
His father waved a hand for him to approach and then, once Tegid was at his side, pointed to a ledge just outside the window. “Changed and follow that to the north side of the wall. Jump down from there. Be careful of the guards, and don’t get caught.”
Tegid nodded and was about to climb out the open window when he realized that his father wasn’t a dragon, thus couldn’t follow him.
“What about you?” he whispered, his voice taking on an edge of fear for the first time.
His father cupped his chin in his hands and pressed a kiss to his brow.
“Get free of here and I’ll meet you in near the lake, where the trees dip their roots in the water.”
Tegid frown, shaking his head. That meant nothing to him. He didn’t know the lay of this land. He clutched at his father’s cloak as his father pried his fingers free.
“Go now, but take your time.”
“Where are you going?”
He smiled again and this smile was unlike any he had ever seen on his scholar of a father’s face. It sent chills down his spine as he suddenly realized there was so much about his father he didn’t know. Dads told him stories about his past, but Father never spoke of his.
Now Tegid wondered just what demon possessed his father to make him seem so unfamiliar. So cold and dangerous. When his father pointed to the ledge once again, Tegid went without protest, his body changing into the bulky lizard cat combination that was so unlike his other parent’s serpentine dragon form.
He’d never wondered about the difference before, but now he couldn’t hold back the thought that maybe his father was more of a dragon than Dads. That look in his eyes certainly had never found a place in Dads’ warm gaze.
He shivered the whole way around the castle’s wall and leaped easily from the castle itself to the gate. He had to duck into deep shadows when he found his path blocked by a pair of guards with spears leaning over the wall, sharp eyes set to watch for intruders.
Shivering in fear, he shifted from foot to foot to foot as he looked for a way over without being caught.
If Father can get in as a human, then surely he could escape as a dragon. He was decided if he would rather make a run for it or try to sneak around the guards when there was a loud crash from the south of the castle.
With a cold chill, Tegid realized it had to have been his father making a distraction so that Tegid could escape. The guards all rushed around the walls, leaving behind only a skeleton crew to man the northern wall. Tegid turned his eyes to the castle, wondering what his father was doing, wondering if his father was safe before he forced himself onward.
After that, the escape was easy. He wasn’t as small as Dads, but he wasn’t a giant lizard either. He easily ran the distance from the walls to the forest, every step a victory, an step closer to escape. He heard a shout and figured he must have been spotted, so he pushed himself harder, panting, tongue lulling out his mouth.
Once he looked back to find a set of guards rushing out after him, and behind them, a man on horseback giving chase.
His eyes widened and he opened his wings to give himself the much need push to escape. Once in the forest, he easily lost the guards. A tree proved the perfect cover and he waited for the guards to pass under him, but they never did. He waited even longer to make sure he was safe before putting his nose to the air and smelling water.
The tree tops worked as a walkway for him. He jumped from branch to branch on his quest for the lake his father had spoken of and his mind wondered back to his father’s strange appearance. He looked amazing, like those warriors of stealth and assassinations. He even had wore his eyes open for all to see, or rather, for him to see. For as long as he could remember, his father had always wore a piece of cloth over his eyes, claiming that the sun blinded him. Only at night, and only at home, did his father ever remove the cloth, and that was usually reserved for when he laid his head down to sleep.
Tegid didn’t realize he was grinning until he thought that he like his father like this. His father was someone to reckon with. His father was so unlike how Tegid had pictured him.
It wasn’t Dads that came to rescue him, but his priestly father.
He jumped down at the bank of the lake and sniffed around, quickly finding his father’s scent and rushing to his side, changing back into his human shape as he approached.
His father was washing something off his gloves, knee deep in the water, moonlight surrounding him. His eyes were closed and the cowl of his cloak thrown back to expose his hair knotted in a tight braid. His features were drawn and tight and he looked so tired and stressed and Tegid felt horrible. There was blood on his clothes and a splatter of the dark liquid on his cheek. In this landscape, his father truly looked like a demon of horror.
Tegid shivered at this unknown man and bit his lip. His father turned to him and that look was gone. He smiled at Tegid, reached out to him and embraced him tightly. And now he was shivering along with his son, murmuring words of prayer and thanks giving.
Tegid smiled and slipped his arms around his father’s waist, thinking, this was the father he knew, not that possessed demon from before.
