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Title: Having Known
Fandom: original/ Maybe This is What Happened
Prompt: #89 Hot Seat
Warnings: The part of the story will happen at the near end of the third part of the whole thing, so one may not really know what’s going on. Sorry. Half tempted to turn ‘hot water’ at the end to ‘in the hot seat’. I will refrain.
Rating: eh, PG?
Summary: Safed confronts Try with what he has learned about the demon’s secrets.
Safed glanced up at the demon just entering the cave, his head bent over a scroll. Instantly, Safed felt a rush of pleasure at seeing Try at his strongest, magic radiating off him to any that could see it.
Which he could, Safed thought with a slight twist to his lips. Something he had never thought possible, only a few years before. For as long as he could remember, he had always been told that if a human was born without magic, there was no way for a human to gain magic. One was either mortal, or immortal.
Kiwi had achieved mortality, but she had been a creature of the spirit world, masters of death. Anything that could work for them was unlikely to work for any other being, most especially not for a non magic using human. Try himself had told Safed that a human couldn’t change fate.
But what was more important was what Try hadn’t told him.
The demon had hinted at it before, not saying it outright, but teasing him in his ignorance.
Humans born without magic couldn’t gain magic, or learn it, but they could develop it around it enough. Say, living with a demon for several years.
Safed rested his chin on his fisted hand and smiled when Try finally realized he was there. The demon froze, blood red eyes shooting to him in surprise. For a moment, they softened in an expression Safed had learned to recognize, then they returned to the blank expression the demon had mastered over the years without his soul.
“Hallo, Lord Try.”
The red eyes narrowed as he lowered the scroll to the table. “You’ve made it back in one piece, I see.”
Safed’s smile returned. “Of course I did. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
His tone must have alerted Try, for the demon slowly put a small amount of distance between them, eyes sharp. Then his lips parted. “Ah, figured it out did you?”
“I did.” Safed stood and stepped around the table. Try refused to give anymore, staying his retreat. “Who would have thought, through all of this, you had known all along?” Safed laughed. “You told me humans couldn’t change fate.”
Try folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Safed. While he had grown in the years since his venture back in time, he was still much shorter than Try. “Humans cannot change fate.”
“And yet, in a way, I have.” In a suddenly flurry of movement, Safed turned away and paced around the small cave Try had made into his home. “I’ve traveled back in time, twice. I’ve freed you from your prison, changing the fate of your future, changing the fate of others. I’ve also learned magic, magic that otherwise I would never have. In my book, that means I have changed my fate.” Safed frowned and turned his glare on the demon. “And yet, still, I haven’t, have I? You’ve known all along what would happen. You knew that if you sent me back in time, I would free you, I would learn magic. You knew it all.”
Try shrugged. He walked to the bed built into the wall and sat. He set the scroll aside and began combing his nails through his hair he pulled over his shoulder. “It was in my past, after all.”
Safed slammed his hands down on the table, shaking the small vase that rested there. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew how much this meant to me. You knew what I had gone through, and you still just let me go, knowing that I would suffer. Did you not care for me at all?” Tears filled his eyes. “Do I mean nothing to you?” He clenched his eyes against the tears that threatened to overflow. He had thought he had shed all the tears he had had long ago. Still, this felt like a betrayal from the one person he had thought he could trust above all else.
Suddenly, he felt a hand cupping his cheek. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Try gazing down at him with such affection. “Safed,” the demon whispered, leaning close.
Safed’s hand shot out and struck the other man across the face, the sound of the slap loud in the otherwise silent cave. Try reared back, startled, his white skin vivid with the mark of the slap.
Safed had to take several deep breaths before he could speak. His voice was very controlled and calm when he did. “I don’t like you very much right now. Nearly everything I have done, I’ve done for you. You couldn’t even do me the kindness of telling me the truth, warning me. I really don’t think I can forgive you for that. I’ve been starved, beaten to the point of death. My very life has been put on the line for your humor. I love you, and this is what I get in return? To find out that you had known what was going to happen from the start?” He shook his head.
“I’m leaving. You’ve gotten your freedom. You’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted from me. I hope you’re happy.” Safed turned away from him and made it to the door before he activated his own magic and disappeared from the cave.
Try watched him go. There was no way his pride would ever let him go after the youth, begging. He leaned against a wall, arms folded over his chest, eyes closed.
It was true that he had known all that had happened was going to happen. What Safed didn’t know was that he had tried to changed it. Indeed, Safed hadn’t changed the past, nor had he changed his own fate.
Threading his fingers through his hair, Try reflected on a prophecy from ages long gone. There where three that made up the known universe. Demons, spirits, and humans. Birth, life, and death.
Try had known. He had known that Safed was meant to be a great warlock, long before the boy ever knew he wanted to learn magic.
What Try hadn’t known was the boy’s obvious adverse reaction to learning that Try had known. With a sardonic twist to his lips, Try realized that he was quite in the hot water with the boy now.
Title: Having Known
Fandom: original/ Maybe This is What Happened
Prompt: #89 Hot Seat
Warnings: The part of the story will happen at the near end of the third part of the whole thing, so one may not really know what’s going on. Sorry. Half tempted to turn ‘hot water’ at the end to ‘in the hot seat’. I will refrain.
Rating: eh, PG?
Summary: Safed confronts Try with what he has learned about the demon’s secrets.
Safed glanced up at the demon just entering the cave, his head bent over a scroll. Instantly, Safed felt a rush of pleasure at seeing Try at his strongest, magic radiating off him to any that could see it.
Which he could, Safed thought with a slight twist to his lips. Something he had never thought possible, only a few years before. For as long as he could remember, he had always been told that if a human was born without magic, there was no way for a human to gain magic. One was either mortal, or immortal.
Kiwi had achieved mortality, but she had been a creature of the spirit world, masters of death. Anything that could work for them was unlikely to work for any other being, most especially not for a non magic using human. Try himself had told Safed that a human couldn’t change fate.
But what was more important was what Try hadn’t told him.
The demon had hinted at it before, not saying it outright, but teasing him in his ignorance.
Humans born without magic couldn’t gain magic, or learn it, but they could develop it around it enough. Say, living with a demon for several years.
Safed rested his chin on his fisted hand and smiled when Try finally realized he was there. The demon froze, blood red eyes shooting to him in surprise. For a moment, they softened in an expression Safed had learned to recognize, then they returned to the blank expression the demon had mastered over the years without his soul.
“Hallo, Lord Try.”
The red eyes narrowed as he lowered the scroll to the table. “You’ve made it back in one piece, I see.”
Safed’s smile returned. “Of course I did. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
His tone must have alerted Try, for the demon slowly put a small amount of distance between them, eyes sharp. Then his lips parted. “Ah, figured it out did you?”
“I did.” Safed stood and stepped around the table. Try refused to give anymore, staying his retreat. “Who would have thought, through all of this, you had known all along?” Safed laughed. “You told me humans couldn’t change fate.”
Try folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Safed. While he had grown in the years since his venture back in time, he was still much shorter than Try. “Humans cannot change fate.”
“And yet, in a way, I have.” In a suddenly flurry of movement, Safed turned away and paced around the small cave Try had made into his home. “I’ve traveled back in time, twice. I’ve freed you from your prison, changing the fate of your future, changing the fate of others. I’ve also learned magic, magic that otherwise I would never have. In my book, that means I have changed my fate.” Safed frowned and turned his glare on the demon. “And yet, still, I haven’t, have I? You’ve known all along what would happen. You knew that if you sent me back in time, I would free you, I would learn magic. You knew it all.”
Try shrugged. He walked to the bed built into the wall and sat. He set the scroll aside and began combing his nails through his hair he pulled over his shoulder. “It was in my past, after all.”
Safed slammed his hands down on the table, shaking the small vase that rested there. “Why didn’t you tell me? You knew how much this meant to me. You knew what I had gone through, and you still just let me go, knowing that I would suffer. Did you not care for me at all?” Tears filled his eyes. “Do I mean nothing to you?” He clenched his eyes against the tears that threatened to overflow. He had thought he had shed all the tears he had had long ago. Still, this felt like a betrayal from the one person he had thought he could trust above all else.
Suddenly, he felt a hand cupping his cheek. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Try gazing down at him with such affection. “Safed,” the demon whispered, leaning close.
Safed’s hand shot out and struck the other man across the face, the sound of the slap loud in the otherwise silent cave. Try reared back, startled, his white skin vivid with the mark of the slap.
Safed had to take several deep breaths before he could speak. His voice was very controlled and calm when he did. “I don’t like you very much right now. Nearly everything I have done, I’ve done for you. You couldn’t even do me the kindness of telling me the truth, warning me. I really don’t think I can forgive you for that. I’ve been starved, beaten to the point of death. My very life has been put on the line for your humor. I love you, and this is what I get in return? To find out that you had known what was going to happen from the start?” He shook his head.
“I’m leaving. You’ve gotten your freedom. You’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted from me. I hope you’re happy.” Safed turned away from him and made it to the door before he activated his own magic and disappeared from the cave.
Try watched him go. There was no way his pride would ever let him go after the youth, begging. He leaned against a wall, arms folded over his chest, eyes closed.
It was true that he had known all that had happened was going to happen. What Safed didn’t know was that he had tried to changed it. Indeed, Safed hadn’t changed the past, nor had he changed his own fate.
Threading his fingers through his hair, Try reflected on a prophecy from ages long gone. There where three that made up the known universe. Demons, spirits, and humans. Birth, life, and death.
Try had known. He had known that Safed was meant to be a great warlock, long before the boy ever knew he wanted to learn magic.
What Try hadn’t known was the boy’s obvious adverse reaction to learning that Try had known. With a sardonic twist to his lips, Try realized that he was quite in the hot water with the boy now.
