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tamingthemuseTitle: When Magic Fails
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Anathema
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thomas had always felt that there was something more to the world.
Thomas kept his copied, stolen book close to him at all times. He hid it in his jacket pocket while at academy, and in his bag while with family. Every free moment he had, he painstakingly translated the words, murmuring them to himself when nobody could hear him until he could recite the passages without the pages before him. He could say them in English and in Old English before too long.
Attempting the spells in the books was beyond him, though. It wasn’t that he failed at the spells, but that he was nearly afraid of them. Some spells seemed pointless. Wealth and immortality were unimportant to him. Having a fake love was anathema to him as well. But one spell caught his attention, held his attention, for of the five spells in the book, most of the pages were dedicated to the perfection of this one spell.
And this was the spell that frightened him the most. He knew the spell like the back of his hand, but he feared applying it. He feared succeeding just as much as he did failure.
Time travel.
To move about in time as if it were merely a door he had to step through. What could he change about the world with a misstep? What could he make right? Would he? Should he?
Thoughts rolled about in his head like a storm at sea and he often sat on his bed, staring at his copy of the magic book. They gave him headaches and stomachaches.
He could taste the desire to step through time, to see the great temple of Solomon, to see just who the model for the Mona Lisa was. He wanted to do it, to go and have a life not lived for him.
With a sigh, he shook his head and reached for a journal, one of the old fashioned ones that he had to have a pen to write with and with real paper pages. He flipped the page open and began writing his thoughts, his fears, down just to get them out of his head.
On another page, just because, he began a list of pros and cons. Under the cons, he listed several things that he could change by mistake. That was his biggest fear. He could stop to pick an apple to eat and just happen to take the same apple that fell while Newton was sitting under his tree. He could fall in love with a woman that had a grand destiny before she met him and change the whole course of history. Or something like that.
Hours, and several pages later, he was summoned to his uncle’s office. Hiding the book away, he arrived in said office promptly and was informed that his parents had summoned him home for a gala to be held over the weekend. Heart pounding with the after effects of fear of being caught, Thomas dutifully packed his overnight bag and stepped outside to wait for the car to come for him.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Anathema
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thomas had always felt that there was something more to the world.
Thomas kept his copied, stolen book close to him at all times. He hid it in his jacket pocket while at academy, and in his bag while with family. Every free moment he had, he painstakingly translated the words, murmuring them to himself when nobody could hear him until he could recite the passages without the pages before him. He could say them in English and in Old English before too long.
Attempting the spells in the books was beyond him, though. It wasn’t that he failed at the spells, but that he was nearly afraid of them. Some spells seemed pointless. Wealth and immortality were unimportant to him. Having a fake love was anathema to him as well. But one spell caught his attention, held his attention, for of the five spells in the book, most of the pages were dedicated to the perfection of this one spell.
And this was the spell that frightened him the most. He knew the spell like the back of his hand, but he feared applying it. He feared succeeding just as much as he did failure.
Time travel.
To move about in time as if it were merely a door he had to step through. What could he change about the world with a misstep? What could he make right? Would he? Should he?
Thoughts rolled about in his head like a storm at sea and he often sat on his bed, staring at his copy of the magic book. They gave him headaches and stomachaches.
He could taste the desire to step through time, to see the great temple of Solomon, to see just who the model for the Mona Lisa was. He wanted to do it, to go and have a life not lived for him.
With a sigh, he shook his head and reached for a journal, one of the old fashioned ones that he had to have a pen to write with and with real paper pages. He flipped the page open and began writing his thoughts, his fears, down just to get them out of his head.
On another page, just because, he began a list of pros and cons. Under the cons, he listed several things that he could change by mistake. That was his biggest fear. He could stop to pick an apple to eat and just happen to take the same apple that fell while Newton was sitting under his tree. He could fall in love with a woman that had a grand destiny before she met him and change the whole course of history. Or something like that.
Hours, and several pages later, he was summoned to his uncle’s office. Hiding the book away, he arrived in said office promptly and was informed that his parents had summoned him home for a gala to be held over the weekend. Heart pounding with the after effects of fear of being caught, Thomas dutifully packed his overnight bag and stepped outside to wait for the car to come for him.
