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Prompt# 370 – Storm - Room for Improvement/ extra - Tekia – Exalted/the Avengers
Title: Room for Improvement (extra)
Fandom: the Avengers/ Exalted
Prompt: storm
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After coming home Exalted, Tony has plans and ideas all but pouring out of his ears. Back in Creation, there was magic everywhere, and a little hard work wasn’t going to stop him from finding those wells of magic in his own world.
He led them to the hearthstone room, where the hearthstone hovered on its point, thrumming with a power that was answered with his own Essence. He was pleased, absently, that this new body of his hadn’t claimed the stone so fully that he had taken the hearthstone from its place.
They walked around the arch in the middle of the room, and waved a hand at the blank wall behind it. His Essence flared, lighting the crest on his brow bright enough to light the room, and then followed the pattern on the wall itself.
He heard a pair of gasps behind him, but ignored them in favor of glaring at the Sidereal standing so stoically at his side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dragon peeking around the center figure, nose flaring at the scent of his magic.
The wall melted away, showing a door locked with far more than just his own magic. He stepped away and gestured the Sidereal forward.
The Sidereal touched his fingers to the jade, yellow eyes bright as he quickly studied the spells laid in the stone. Then he turned to The Most Gifted One. “This shouldn’t be here.”
The Most Gifted One dipped his head in acknowledgement. “I have collected these throughout my long life, and I protected them in death. The other me must know this.”
The Sidereal shook his head. “He’s too young.”
The Most Gifted One snorted and turned his back on the locked door.
The humans and the Lunar had gathered around them, watching them with varying states of trepidation. He took the time to study each one in detail, uncaring of their thoughts of him. They were nothing.
The Lunar took a wide breath around him as she approached the Sidereal. “What do you see, love?”
Arching one brow, he turned to watch them. A Lunar in love with a Sidereal?
He licked his lips and finally lowered his hand back down to his side. “Great spells.” He pointed to the ancient glyphs scrolling over the door. “The Most Gifted One was a powerful sorcerer. He gathered to him the spells of all his people.”
The Lunar hissed in a breath, and the humans reacted, talking in low murmurs. She turned to them and spoke quickly in their language.
The Most Gifted One walked away, toward his hearthstone beckoning so alluringly. It was just out of his immediate reach, his new body being so short.
Another short flare of Essence had the manse adjusting to his own height. The hearthstone was in his hand in seconds, bonding with his magic, flaring up and becoming his.
He held it close to his chest, closed his eyes, and let the magic close over him.
It was his favorite thing in all the world, take the sun, moon and stars, it was Essence that was his true love. His fingers tingled with the Essence, the urge to make it expand and flow through everything around him, making the whole of Creation know that he was still there.
His magic was so greatly controlled and obeyed his every whim, and there was none in Creation that had the same talent as him. It had been he who had chanced Creation to his vision, and it was him that his brethren had turned to when in need of spells.
It had been so long since he had been so young. He could feel how little control his other self had over his Essence. It was like a chaotic storm raging just under his skin, twisting and tearing, wanting to be out.
His eyes snapped open and he turned to the Sidereal who was still staring so hard at the lock. He forced his lips to keep in a straight line as he felt his other self awaking. “He needs to be aware of what he can do.” He tilted his head. “You are not qualified to teach him.”
The Sidereal turned slowly toward him. “And you think you are? Dead as you are?”
The Lunar folded her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed at him with unconcealed hate. He smiled at her, but focused on the Sidereal. “The spells in that room will.”
“They’re too powerful.”
“Not for me.”
“He’s not you.”
“He will be.”
The Lunar snorted. “You’re nothing compared to him.”
Anger flared in his chest, and his Essence reacted, pricking at the palms of his hands. Spells thickened on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. Now wasn’t the time to teach that Lunar her place.
“We,” he stressed, “are far more powerful than you can imagine. If he doesn’t train in our magic, learn these spells, he could destroy this weak world.”
Fandom: the Avengers/ Exalted
Prompt: storm
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After coming home Exalted, Tony has plans and ideas all but pouring out of his ears. Back in Creation, there was magic everywhere, and a little hard work wasn’t going to stop him from finding those wells of magic in his own world.
He led them to the hearthstone room, where the hearthstone hovered on its point, thrumming with a power that was answered with his own Essence. He was pleased, absently, that this new body of his hadn’t claimed the stone so fully that he had taken the hearthstone from its place.
They walked around the arch in the middle of the room, and waved a hand at the blank wall behind it. His Essence flared, lighting the crest on his brow bright enough to light the room, and then followed the pattern on the wall itself.
He heard a pair of gasps behind him, but ignored them in favor of glaring at the Sidereal standing so stoically at his side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dragon peeking around the center figure, nose flaring at the scent of his magic.
The wall melted away, showing a door locked with far more than just his own magic. He stepped away and gestured the Sidereal forward.
The Sidereal touched his fingers to the jade, yellow eyes bright as he quickly studied the spells laid in the stone. Then he turned to The Most Gifted One. “This shouldn’t be here.”
The Most Gifted One dipped his head in acknowledgement. “I have collected these throughout my long life, and I protected them in death. The other me must know this.”
The Sidereal shook his head. “He’s too young.”
The Most Gifted One snorted and turned his back on the locked door.
The humans and the Lunar had gathered around them, watching them with varying states of trepidation. He took the time to study each one in detail, uncaring of their thoughts of him. They were nothing.
The Lunar took a wide breath around him as she approached the Sidereal. “What do you see, love?”
Arching one brow, he turned to watch them. A Lunar in love with a Sidereal?
He licked his lips and finally lowered his hand back down to his side. “Great spells.” He pointed to the ancient glyphs scrolling over the door. “The Most Gifted One was a powerful sorcerer. He gathered to him the spells of all his people.”
The Lunar hissed in a breath, and the humans reacted, talking in low murmurs. She turned to them and spoke quickly in their language.
The Most Gifted One walked away, toward his hearthstone beckoning so alluringly. It was just out of his immediate reach, his new body being so short.
Another short flare of Essence had the manse adjusting to his own height. The hearthstone was in his hand in seconds, bonding with his magic, flaring up and becoming his.
He held it close to his chest, closed his eyes, and let the magic close over him.
It was his favorite thing in all the world, take the sun, moon and stars, it was Essence that was his true love. His fingers tingled with the Essence, the urge to make it expand and flow through everything around him, making the whole of Creation know that he was still there.
His magic was so greatly controlled and obeyed his every whim, and there was none in Creation that had the same talent as him. It had been he who had chanced Creation to his vision, and it was him that his brethren had turned to when in need of spells.
It had been so long since he had been so young. He could feel how little control his other self had over his Essence. It was like a chaotic storm raging just under his skin, twisting and tearing, wanting to be out.
His eyes snapped open and he turned to the Sidereal who was still staring so hard at the lock. He forced his lips to keep in a straight line as he felt his other self awaking. “He needs to be aware of what he can do.” He tilted his head. “You are not qualified to teach him.”
The Sidereal turned slowly toward him. “And you think you are? Dead as you are?”
The Lunar folded her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed at him with unconcealed hate. He smiled at her, but focused on the Sidereal. “The spells in that room will.”
“They’re too powerful.”
“Not for me.”
“He’s not you.”
“He will be.”
The Lunar snorted. “You’re nothing compared to him.”
Anger flared in his chest, and his Essence reacted, pricking at the palms of his hands. Spells thickened on the tip of his tongue, but he bit them back. Now wasn’t the time to teach that Lunar her place.
“We,” he stressed, “are far more powerful than you can imagine. If he doesn’t train in our magic, learn these spells, he could destroy this weak world.”