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Prompt # 263- Haven - Once in a While - Tekia - original
Title: Once in a While
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Haven
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: The magician Jolokia has adjust to having people in his life that are here to stay. Well, maybe after a few hit and miss attempts.
The quests were getting harder. Jolokia rolled his head on his neck, rubbing his shoulders with his free hand as he eyed the valley before him. His wand weighed heavily in his hand as he silently bemoaned his fate. He should have never joined the guild, he thought as he reflected on the past mission. Not only had he nearly died for his quest item, but he now had to share all that he had gathered in the process.
He was going to quit the guild, he decided with a firm nod. He wasn’t good at making friends, and the guild just reminded him of the fact that he worked better alone. With that thought in mind, he turned away from the cliff’s abrupt drop and began the long walk to the camp nestled in the valley.
Nearly two hours later, he finally was at the gates and showing off his official guild badge and making his way through the throng of people. The noise was deafening after the silence of the long journey he’d just undertaken. Jolokia wanted to sleep, but it was best to make it to the guild quarters and be done with all this business.
He quickly made his way to the small shanty that served at this regions guild headquarters and gave up his quest items. Then he officially quit the guild. Instantly, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. His steps seemed lighter. This called for some major relaxation time.
With a short stop at the market, Jolokia filled his bag with foodstuffs and drinks, then he wandered away from the outpost, back out into the wilderness and toward his favorite spot in this region. As he followed the path that trailed along the small stream, he heard a horse clomping up behind him.
Jolokia stepped off the path, out of the beast’s way, before he looked up and flushed. He didn’t know why he flushed, only that he did whenever he laid eyes upon the outpost solider, Alan. Alan was always smiling these days, and that only led to Jolokia flushing even more.
Alan jumped off the horse’s back and walked boldly up to Jolokia and wrapped his arm around his waist. “Hullo, love.” Jolokia was bent back over his arm as Alan pressed a heavy kiss to his lips. Jolokia responded to the kiss by wrapping his arms around Alan’s shoulders and opening his mouth to Alan’s seeking tongue. Then Alan pulled away just far enough to speak. “You didn’t stop by to say hullo.”
“Oh,” Jolokia said, his lips still tingling from the forceful kiss. He blinked up at Alan, unsure of what to say.
Alan chuckled. “You forgot me again, didn’t you?”
Jolokia rolled his eyes. “As if you would let me forget.” Although, honestly, he had. It wasn’t that Jolokia thought so little of Alan, but that the magic messed with his mind. Alan knew this, and wasn’t too offended when Jolokia tended to lose sight of what was important.
Alan hugged Jolokia closer, resumed kissing him, forcing Jolokia to remember that he did hold a great deal of affection for him. Once Jolokia’s knees had given out and the only thing holding him up was Alan’s arm, he decided that it was enough of a reminder. He pulled away and cupped his chin in his hand, his thumb brushing over his wet, swollen lip. “Where are you off to?”
Jolokia’s eyes widened as he remembered that Alan had pressed him to join the guild out of fear for Jolokia’s safety while on quests. He bit his lip and his eyes shied away from Alan’s.
“I quit the guild,” he mumbled as he quickly walked away. Alan had turned to the horse to pick up the lead, and Jolokia used that time to put as much distance between them as he could. He could feel Alan’s disapproval even from that distance.
Alan quickly caught up with him and pulled him to a stop. The path had dwindled away, leaving only a stone wall framing the stream as it let out into a massive pond. Jolokia folded his arms over his chest and leaned heavily on the low wall, his face turned away.
Alan watched him a moment, trying to catch his gaze before he gave up. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would there.”
Startled, Jolokia looked at him, brows raised.
Alan smiled. “I shouldn’t have asked it of you, but I just want to know you’re safe out there.”
“Nobody’s safe out there as long as the two princesses are missing.”
“At least if you’re with somebody, you’ll have someone to watch your back.”
Jolokia frowned. “I don’t need help. I’m a powerful magician!”
Alan laughed outright at that. He reached out and threaded his hand through Joloka’s hair, stopping at his neck to pull him close. “I don’t like you being alone out there. You tend to forget that, as powerful as you are, you’re still only human.”
Jolokia rolled his eyes and ducked under his arm and resumed walking. Alan caught up with him once again and took his hand. He brought his hand to his lips and pressed a warm kiss to his knuckles. “Jolokia, I love you.”
He tried not to react, but Jolokia could feel another blush staining his cheeks. He had never met anybody as forward as Alan. The stupid warrior made his heart pound in his chest in ways he wasn’t quite sure he was comfortable with.
They walked in silence after that, following the ancient wall along the edge of the lake, listening to birds sing and frogs croak. There was a lone willow growing in a break in the wall, and Jolokia came to a stop under the tree’s hanging branches. Alan paused to tie the horse to a branch before coming to stand with him.
“It’s beautiful here,” he said, slipping an arm around Jolokia’s waist. “I’ve never been here.”
Jolokia unconsciously leaned into the touch. “This is where I go. This is my haven, away from the world. Where I can go to let go of all the thoughts rushing about in my mind, and forget the world, if only for just a moment.”
He could feel Alan’s eyes on him, and the weight of them made him shift uncomfortably. He couldn’t face him. Alan gave so much of himself to Jolokia, and Jolokia couldn’t give as much in return and it always made him feel so much less of a person. He bit his lip.
“I don’t want you here.”
Alan stiffened beside him. Then his arm dropped from around him and Jolokia felt a chill come over him from it’s absence. He swallowed heavily and forced his eyes to stay on the calm waters of the lake as Alan moved away.
“Alright,” he said, his voice sounding lost to Jolokia’s ears. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out the emotions pouring out of Alan. “I’ll leave.” There was something in his voice that frightened Jolokia and he quickly turned around.
Alan was walking toward his horse, his broad shoulders slumped. Jolokia’s heart was doing that pounding thing in his ears as his legs quickly ate the distance between the two of them. His long fingers tangled in Alan’s shirt and he buried his face in his back.
“Don’t leave,” he said into the thick cloth, his voice weak. “Alan,” he whispered, then had to swallow against the emotions now raising in his throat. “Make me want you here. I don’t want you to leave, but I don’t know how to want you here.”
Alan’s hand came about to cover his own still fisted in the cloth of his shirt. After some struggling, Alan finally fought Jolokia into his arms, settling his head under his chin. “Oh, Jolokia, what am I going to do with you?” He rubbed his hands up and down his back and rocked gently. Jolokia hid his face from him, but Alan didn’t mind. He knew this had to be hard for him.
Absently, he wondered when the thing he hated about magicians the most had become the thing he loved the most about this magician.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Haven
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: The magician Jolokia has adjust to having people in his life that are here to stay. Well, maybe after a few hit and miss attempts.
The quests were getting harder. Jolokia rolled his head on his neck, rubbing his shoulders with his free hand as he eyed the valley before him. His wand weighed heavily in his hand as he silently bemoaned his fate. He should have never joined the guild, he thought as he reflected on the past mission. Not only had he nearly died for his quest item, but he now had to share all that he had gathered in the process.
He was going to quit the guild, he decided with a firm nod. He wasn’t good at making friends, and the guild just reminded him of the fact that he worked better alone. With that thought in mind, he turned away from the cliff’s abrupt drop and began the long walk to the camp nestled in the valley.
Nearly two hours later, he finally was at the gates and showing off his official guild badge and making his way through the throng of people. The noise was deafening after the silence of the long journey he’d just undertaken. Jolokia wanted to sleep, but it was best to make it to the guild quarters and be done with all this business.
He quickly made his way to the small shanty that served at this regions guild headquarters and gave up his quest items. Then he officially quit the guild. Instantly, he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. His steps seemed lighter. This called for some major relaxation time.
With a short stop at the market, Jolokia filled his bag with foodstuffs and drinks, then he wandered away from the outpost, back out into the wilderness and toward his favorite spot in this region. As he followed the path that trailed along the small stream, he heard a horse clomping up behind him.
Jolokia stepped off the path, out of the beast’s way, before he looked up and flushed. He didn’t know why he flushed, only that he did whenever he laid eyes upon the outpost solider, Alan. Alan was always smiling these days, and that only led to Jolokia flushing even more.
Alan jumped off the horse’s back and walked boldly up to Jolokia and wrapped his arm around his waist. “Hullo, love.” Jolokia was bent back over his arm as Alan pressed a heavy kiss to his lips. Jolokia responded to the kiss by wrapping his arms around Alan’s shoulders and opening his mouth to Alan’s seeking tongue. Then Alan pulled away just far enough to speak. “You didn’t stop by to say hullo.”
“Oh,” Jolokia said, his lips still tingling from the forceful kiss. He blinked up at Alan, unsure of what to say.
Alan chuckled. “You forgot me again, didn’t you?”
Jolokia rolled his eyes. “As if you would let me forget.” Although, honestly, he had. It wasn’t that Jolokia thought so little of Alan, but that the magic messed with his mind. Alan knew this, and wasn’t too offended when Jolokia tended to lose sight of what was important.
Alan hugged Jolokia closer, resumed kissing him, forcing Jolokia to remember that he did hold a great deal of affection for him. Once Jolokia’s knees had given out and the only thing holding him up was Alan’s arm, he decided that it was enough of a reminder. He pulled away and cupped his chin in his hand, his thumb brushing over his wet, swollen lip. “Where are you off to?”
Jolokia’s eyes widened as he remembered that Alan had pressed him to join the guild out of fear for Jolokia’s safety while on quests. He bit his lip and his eyes shied away from Alan’s.
“I quit the guild,” he mumbled as he quickly walked away. Alan had turned to the horse to pick up the lead, and Jolokia used that time to put as much distance between them as he could. He could feel Alan’s disapproval even from that distance.
Alan quickly caught up with him and pulled him to a stop. The path had dwindled away, leaving only a stone wall framing the stream as it let out into a massive pond. Jolokia folded his arms over his chest and leaned heavily on the low wall, his face turned away.
Alan watched him a moment, trying to catch his gaze before he gave up. “Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would there.”
Startled, Jolokia looked at him, brows raised.
Alan smiled. “I shouldn’t have asked it of you, but I just want to know you’re safe out there.”
“Nobody’s safe out there as long as the two princesses are missing.”
“At least if you’re with somebody, you’ll have someone to watch your back.”
Jolokia frowned. “I don’t need help. I’m a powerful magician!”
Alan laughed outright at that. He reached out and threaded his hand through Joloka’s hair, stopping at his neck to pull him close. “I don’t like you being alone out there. You tend to forget that, as powerful as you are, you’re still only human.”
Jolokia rolled his eyes and ducked under his arm and resumed walking. Alan caught up with him once again and took his hand. He brought his hand to his lips and pressed a warm kiss to his knuckles. “Jolokia, I love you.”
He tried not to react, but Jolokia could feel another blush staining his cheeks. He had never met anybody as forward as Alan. The stupid warrior made his heart pound in his chest in ways he wasn’t quite sure he was comfortable with.
They walked in silence after that, following the ancient wall along the edge of the lake, listening to birds sing and frogs croak. There was a lone willow growing in a break in the wall, and Jolokia came to a stop under the tree’s hanging branches. Alan paused to tie the horse to a branch before coming to stand with him.
“It’s beautiful here,” he said, slipping an arm around Jolokia’s waist. “I’ve never been here.”
Jolokia unconsciously leaned into the touch. “This is where I go. This is my haven, away from the world. Where I can go to let go of all the thoughts rushing about in my mind, and forget the world, if only for just a moment.”
He could feel Alan’s eyes on him, and the weight of them made him shift uncomfortably. He couldn’t face him. Alan gave so much of himself to Jolokia, and Jolokia couldn’t give as much in return and it always made him feel so much less of a person. He bit his lip.
“I don’t want you here.”
Alan stiffened beside him. Then his arm dropped from around him and Jolokia felt a chill come over him from it’s absence. He swallowed heavily and forced his eyes to stay on the calm waters of the lake as Alan moved away.
“Alright,” he said, his voice sounding lost to Jolokia’s ears. He closed his eyes, hoping to block out the emotions pouring out of Alan. “I’ll leave.” There was something in his voice that frightened Jolokia and he quickly turned around.
Alan was walking toward his horse, his broad shoulders slumped. Jolokia’s heart was doing that pounding thing in his ears as his legs quickly ate the distance between the two of them. His long fingers tangled in Alan’s shirt and he buried his face in his back.
“Don’t leave,” he said into the thick cloth, his voice weak. “Alan,” he whispered, then had to swallow against the emotions now raising in his throat. “Make me want you here. I don’t want you to leave, but I don’t know how to want you here.”
Alan’s hand came about to cover his own still fisted in the cloth of his shirt. After some struggling, Alan finally fought Jolokia into his arms, settling his head under his chin. “Oh, Jolokia, what am I going to do with you?” He rubbed his hands up and down his back and rocked gently. Jolokia hid his face from him, but Alan didn’t mind. He knew this had to be hard for him.
Absently, he wondered when the thing he hated about magicians the most had become the thing he loved the most about this magician.