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tamingthemuseTitle: Room for Improvement (extra)
Fandom: the Avengers/ Exalted
Prompt: Before the War
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.
The Most Gifted One threw out his hand, a sharp gesture that made several in the room react badly. The humans flinched, one bringing his brightly colored shield up to protect his chest, the woman falling into a battle stance that did little to threaten him. The Lunar on the other hand, growled low in her throat, her claws glowing silver as she pulled the Sidereal behind her in a jerk that sent his hair falling over his shoulders. He easily ducked around her shoulder and shoved her away.
The locks on the door dropped away with The Most Gifted One's magic, the heavy bolts clicking open. With another wave of his hand, the doors parted, letting in a gust of stale cold air. The Most Gifted One closed his eyes as the ancient air flowed around him, bringing back memories of a life that he had greatly regretted losing. His eyes opened to see that the other two exalts had also been reminded of a time long lost to them. The Lunar's claws had retracted, and her so very blue eyes had taken on a distant look as she stared down at the ground. The Sidereal was biting his bottom lip hard enough that the skin there had turned white.
Ignoring the others, he stepped forward, shoved the doors open and striding in.
The four walls were filled with books of all sizes and colors. Some whispered to him their secrets that he had memorized ages ago, while others hissed angrily at him from the shelves. Tentatively , the humans followed him into the chamber, low exclamations of awe spilling from their lips.
The Lunar brought in the rear, her steps cautious as she crept around the room's parameter, her eyes darting left and right, looking for a trap. She was wise not to trust him. He knew her secret, the secret of their treason.
Before the war, back when he had been young and idealistic, he had trusted his Lunar compatriots, but they have proved to be untrustworthy and vile creatures hungry for power.
It didn't matter any longer, now. He had been dead for a very long time, the Essence in his blood told him. Who knows what had happened while he had been dead? His reincarnation clearly was working with both the Sidereal and the Lunar, so he really had no choice in the matter but to trust them to not kill his reincarnation.
Idly he thought of killing them and saving his other self the chance of future betrayal, but dismissed it in the next instant. He could use them just as they would use him.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he could feel the other him struggling to take back his body, but there was more for The Most Gifted One to do. Just a few more things to set him up properly in this world.
In the center of the room, a massive black jade table seemingly grew out of the white jade of the floor, the legs ornately carved scroll work and the surface as smooth as the surface of a still pool. It reflected the small bit of light that filtered through the thin jade of the ceiling, casting dancing shadows over the spines of the books.
On the table were several open books, scrolls, and curled parchments. He waved to the table. “My life’s work.”
The Sidereal stepped forward to bend over the table, one hand holding his hair out of the way as he pursued the faded writings. The humans spread about the room, marveling at the tall bookcases and murmuring to each other. The Lunar stood at the Sidereal’s back, keeping a careful eye on The Most Gifted One, as if he were the one to stab them in the back. He narrowed his eyes at her, returning her glare for glare.
The dragon peeked its head into the room, faint trails of smoke wafting up from its nose. From under its chin, two nymphs crawled into the room.
One looked from body to body until it laid eyes upon him, grinned, and rushed to him, her thin sapling of arms spread wide. Curling his lip, he sidestepped her embrace, and she skidded to a stop, eyes turning watery and lip quivering. Her arms dropped to her sides, and the second nymph came up to her, pulling her twin into her arms with a glare thrown in his direction.
“Do not touch me,” he snarled.
“Be still,” the Sidereal hissed, his yellow eyes suddenly blazing with anger as they stabbed in his direction. “You know nothing of what they have done for your body, what they willingly have sacrificed to bring you here. Show some respect.”
He tilted his chin up. “I am Solar, whatever they have done, it is only what I deserve, and their duty to provide for me.”
The Sidereal nodded. “Before the war, maybe, but not now, not here.”
The Most Gifted One smiled and placed one finger on the book open on the table. “Always here, always now.” He shoved the book toward the Sidereal, and after glaring at him for a moment more, the Sidereal took it, looking down at the page covered in spell work. His eyes moved quickly over the words, reading faster than normally possible with a faint taste of Essence in the air. The Most Gifted One could see the moment when he realized what it was he was reading; his jaw nearly dropped as his eyes went wide, and he lowered the book back to the table. His eyes found The Most Gifted One’s, and The Most Gifted One felt his chin rise even more as pride filled him.
“What does it say,” the Lunar asked, leaning close to the Sidereal.
He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. “He has created a spell that would protect Creation from the Wyld. Forever.”
Fandom: the Avengers/ Exalted
Prompt: Before the War
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.
The Most Gifted One threw out his hand, a sharp gesture that made several in the room react badly. The humans flinched, one bringing his brightly colored shield up to protect his chest, the woman falling into a battle stance that did little to threaten him. The Lunar on the other hand, growled low in her throat, her claws glowing silver as she pulled the Sidereal behind her in a jerk that sent his hair falling over his shoulders. He easily ducked around her shoulder and shoved her away.
The locks on the door dropped away with The Most Gifted One's magic, the heavy bolts clicking open. With another wave of his hand, the doors parted, letting in a gust of stale cold air. The Most Gifted One closed his eyes as the ancient air flowed around him, bringing back memories of a life that he had greatly regretted losing. His eyes opened to see that the other two exalts had also been reminded of a time long lost to them. The Lunar's claws had retracted, and her so very blue eyes had taken on a distant look as she stared down at the ground. The Sidereal was biting his bottom lip hard enough that the skin there had turned white.
Ignoring the others, he stepped forward, shoved the doors open and striding in.
The four walls were filled with books of all sizes and colors. Some whispered to him their secrets that he had memorized ages ago, while others hissed angrily at him from the shelves. Tentatively , the humans followed him into the chamber, low exclamations of awe spilling from their lips.
The Lunar brought in the rear, her steps cautious as she crept around the room's parameter, her eyes darting left and right, looking for a trap. She was wise not to trust him. He knew her secret, the secret of their treason.
Before the war, back when he had been young and idealistic, he had trusted his Lunar compatriots, but they have proved to be untrustworthy and vile creatures hungry for power.
It didn't matter any longer, now. He had been dead for a very long time, the Essence in his blood told him. Who knows what had happened while he had been dead? His reincarnation clearly was working with both the Sidereal and the Lunar, so he really had no choice in the matter but to trust them to not kill his reincarnation.
Idly he thought of killing them and saving his other self the chance of future betrayal, but dismissed it in the next instant. He could use them just as they would use him.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he could feel the other him struggling to take back his body, but there was more for The Most Gifted One to do. Just a few more things to set him up properly in this world.
In the center of the room, a massive black jade table seemingly grew out of the white jade of the floor, the legs ornately carved scroll work and the surface as smooth as the surface of a still pool. It reflected the small bit of light that filtered through the thin jade of the ceiling, casting dancing shadows over the spines of the books.
On the table were several open books, scrolls, and curled parchments. He waved to the table. “My life’s work.”
The Sidereal stepped forward to bend over the table, one hand holding his hair out of the way as he pursued the faded writings. The humans spread about the room, marveling at the tall bookcases and murmuring to each other. The Lunar stood at the Sidereal’s back, keeping a careful eye on The Most Gifted One, as if he were the one to stab them in the back. He narrowed his eyes at her, returning her glare for glare.
The dragon peeked its head into the room, faint trails of smoke wafting up from its nose. From under its chin, two nymphs crawled into the room.
One looked from body to body until it laid eyes upon him, grinned, and rushed to him, her thin sapling of arms spread wide. Curling his lip, he sidestepped her embrace, and she skidded to a stop, eyes turning watery and lip quivering. Her arms dropped to her sides, and the second nymph came up to her, pulling her twin into her arms with a glare thrown in his direction.
“Do not touch me,” he snarled.
“Be still,” the Sidereal hissed, his yellow eyes suddenly blazing with anger as they stabbed in his direction. “You know nothing of what they have done for your body, what they willingly have sacrificed to bring you here. Show some respect.”
He tilted his chin up. “I am Solar, whatever they have done, it is only what I deserve, and their duty to provide for me.”
The Sidereal nodded. “Before the war, maybe, but not now, not here.”
The Most Gifted One smiled and placed one finger on the book open on the table. “Always here, always now.” He shoved the book toward the Sidereal, and after glaring at him for a moment more, the Sidereal took it, looking down at the page covered in spell work. His eyes moved quickly over the words, reading faster than normally possible with a faint taste of Essence in the air. The Most Gifted One could see the moment when he realized what it was he was reading; his jaw nearly dropped as his eyes went wide, and he lowered the book back to the table. His eyes found The Most Gifted One’s, and The Most Gifted One felt his chin rise even more as pride filled him.
“What does it say,” the Lunar asked, leaning close to the Sidereal.
He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. “He has created a spell that would protect Creation from the Wyld. Forever.”
