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tamingthemuseTitle: The Diamond Blood Legacy: 1.2
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Trap
Warnings: None.
Rating: G
Summary: word count: 1338. Temuji finally meets his new charge.
Previous
After finishing his meal, Temuji stood at a window, trying to see past his reflection into the growing darkness with a glass of wine in hand. His reflection showed him that he was more tired than he felt, with dark smudges under his eyes. It wasn’t a surprise, after all, Davin had summoned him so urgently. He reached to his cheek where a faint scar remained behind of his first introduction to Davin. Then he put his hand to his hair, patting it into order and smiled at himself. There were things yet to be done before he could seek out a bed for some much needed sleep.
He tossed back the last of his wine without savoring the flavor and put the glass aside before leaving the room and going in search of his new charge.
He found a maid down one hall and charmed the directions to the child’s room from her. He left her with hearts in her eyes and snagged a candle from a sconce on the wall.
Then he focused on what was before him. What was he going to do with a child? He supposed that he will have to put him up in his family house. What else was there to do with him? He could just imagine him stalking his prey with a crying boy wanting to play with dangerous weapons.
His boots made heavy thuds as he walked down the empty hall and his eyes roamed the walls. Davin’s sister would probably inherit it all, so he was going to have to have the child gather all of his belongings before they left. Perhaps he will have Davin make a list of things he wanted the boy to have. Perhaps Davin would let him sell some of the old family paintings. Davin wasn’t above spite, and Temuji could always use a bit of gold to line his pockets.
Dismissing that thought for later, he came to an open door and paused. His eyes widened and he felt like he had slammed against a brick wall. The blood drained from his face and he fought to catch his breath. He propped his free hand on the door frame as the boy in question turned slowly to look at him.
The boy was not the child as he had been led to believe.
Far from it in fact.
He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by ripped papers that had been drawn on with colorful inks. Vivid colors stained his fingers and there was a smudge of green on his cheek reaching from nose to ear. He wore his black hair longer than Temuji wore his own, held out of his eyes with a band around his brow made of shining bright copper. He was horribly thin, only just fleshed out from a bout with starvation, Temuji guessed as he noticed how his clothes hung off slim shoulders and hips. Temuji couldn’t take his eyes off him. His eyes were pale blue and not at all vacant as Temuji had assumed they would be.
Instead, the boy had a wide smile on his face as he turned to Temuji, though it fell away when he realized he didn’t know Temuji. Fear entered his gaze and he stood on shaking legs and backed away.
Just then, the housekeeper burst onto the scene, nearly knocking into Temuji in her haste to arrive.
“Sir,” she gasped as she fought to regain her composer. “You should have waited for me.”
His thoughts finally caught up with the rest of him and the first was anger. “You lied to me.”
Her eyes widened and she shot the youth a startled look. She absently smiled at him as he backed onto his bed, pulling his knees up to his chin and wrapping his thin arms around them. She turned back to Temuji, her lips parted to offer some explanation, but Temuji would have none of it. He spun on his heel and marched back to the master’s room, the housekeeper on his heel.
He felt like he had fallen into a neat trap. What was he going to do with a child? Put it away in his family house, of course, just like Davin had offered. What was he going to do with a young man with phenomenal powers that had lost his wits? What could he do? There was no way that the boy’s magic wasn’t dangerous. Magic uncontrolled often was. He couldn’t be without a supervisor least he prove a risk to those around him.
He didn’t bother knocking on the door and ignored the housekeeper’s protests as they entered Davin’s chambers.
He shot her another glare as he realized that he didn’t know her name either. Did these people not believe in proper introductions?
“Davin,” he said without preamble as he dropped to the chair at the bedside. Davin’s face curved into a frown as he fought to wake up from his fever induced sleep. He turned his head toward Temuji and his eyes cracked open. They roamed his face a moment before Davin blinked and became more aware. “Davin,” Temuji repeated. “You said he was a child.”
Davin’s lips curled. “Isn’t he? We’re old men, Temuji.” There was faint humor in his weak voice.
Temuji frowned. “Speak for yourself. I’m still in my prime. What am I supposed to do with him? He’s dangerous, uncontrolled Diamond Blood and all.”
“You can’t abandon him,” Davin protested, sleep making his voice thick.
Temuji ground his teeth together. “Did you think I would break my promise to you? I said I would take him in, but why did you tell me he was but a child?”
It took a moment for Davin to answer and Temuji thought that perhaps sleep had claimed him again before he answered. “Would you have agreed to take him if you knew that his magic was so close to becoming potent?”
Temuji made an irritated sound. “You know I wouldn’t have.”
“He’s important, Temuji. You’re the only one I trust with his life. Please, don’t let him become lost into the darkness that is Dago’s.”
Temuji ran his hands though his hair until the long strands were mussed and tossed over his shoulders. “If his magic explodes, with that Diamond Blood in him, it’ll take more than just me to save him.”
Davin smiled. “Now who’s lying?”
Temuji’s eyes snapped to Davin’s face. He studied Davin’s strained features a moment in silence before he ventured, “What are you talking about?”
Davin waved a hand in the air. “I know your secret, Temuji. You’re not as low a class of magician as you would like all of us to believe.” He turned his head fully toward Temuji and caught his stare. “I’ve seen the magic you try so hard to conceal.”
Temuji frowned. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Davin smiled again, his lids growing heavy. “I’m sure you don’t. You won’t abandon him?” His voice held a waver that made Temuji fell suddenly ashamed. Davin obviously cared dearly for the boy. He’d never had any children of his own; did he think of the boy as his?
“I promised, didn’t I? I’ll protect him.”
“I’m glad.”
Then he was sleeping again and Temuji turned his glare to the housekeeper still standing at the door. She gave a start when his dark gaze settled on her.
“His magic hasn’t awoken yet. He’s body is weak and his mind . . . Broken. If his magic is as strong as we suspect, when it awakens, it’ll kill him.” Her voice gave a hitch and she brought a hand to her lips to stifle a sob. “Please, milord, you have magic, can’t you help him?”
Temuji pushed himself off the chair and walked to the door, pausing only as he passed her. “The Diamond Blood Legacy is powerful. What do you expect me to do?”
He left her crying, covering her face with her hands as she dropped to her knees.
Next
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Trap
Warnings: None.
Rating: G
Summary: word count: 1338. Temuji finally meets his new charge.
Previous
After finishing his meal, Temuji stood at a window, trying to see past his reflection into the growing darkness with a glass of wine in hand. His reflection showed him that he was more tired than he felt, with dark smudges under his eyes. It wasn’t a surprise, after all, Davin had summoned him so urgently. He reached to his cheek where a faint scar remained behind of his first introduction to Davin. Then he put his hand to his hair, patting it into order and smiled at himself. There were things yet to be done before he could seek out a bed for some much needed sleep.
He tossed back the last of his wine without savoring the flavor and put the glass aside before leaving the room and going in search of his new charge.
He found a maid down one hall and charmed the directions to the child’s room from her. He left her with hearts in her eyes and snagged a candle from a sconce on the wall.
Then he focused on what was before him. What was he going to do with a child? He supposed that he will have to put him up in his family house. What else was there to do with him? He could just imagine him stalking his prey with a crying boy wanting to play with dangerous weapons.
His boots made heavy thuds as he walked down the empty hall and his eyes roamed the walls. Davin’s sister would probably inherit it all, so he was going to have to have the child gather all of his belongings before they left. Perhaps he will have Davin make a list of things he wanted the boy to have. Perhaps Davin would let him sell some of the old family paintings. Davin wasn’t above spite, and Temuji could always use a bit of gold to line his pockets.
Dismissing that thought for later, he came to an open door and paused. His eyes widened and he felt like he had slammed against a brick wall. The blood drained from his face and he fought to catch his breath. He propped his free hand on the door frame as the boy in question turned slowly to look at him.
The boy was not the child as he had been led to believe.
Far from it in fact.
He was sitting on the floor, surrounded by ripped papers that had been drawn on with colorful inks. Vivid colors stained his fingers and there was a smudge of green on his cheek reaching from nose to ear. He wore his black hair longer than Temuji wore his own, held out of his eyes with a band around his brow made of shining bright copper. He was horribly thin, only just fleshed out from a bout with starvation, Temuji guessed as he noticed how his clothes hung off slim shoulders and hips. Temuji couldn’t take his eyes off him. His eyes were pale blue and not at all vacant as Temuji had assumed they would be.
Instead, the boy had a wide smile on his face as he turned to Temuji, though it fell away when he realized he didn’t know Temuji. Fear entered his gaze and he stood on shaking legs and backed away.
Just then, the housekeeper burst onto the scene, nearly knocking into Temuji in her haste to arrive.
“Sir,” she gasped as she fought to regain her composer. “You should have waited for me.”
His thoughts finally caught up with the rest of him and the first was anger. “You lied to me.”
Her eyes widened and she shot the youth a startled look. She absently smiled at him as he backed onto his bed, pulling his knees up to his chin and wrapping his thin arms around them. She turned back to Temuji, her lips parted to offer some explanation, but Temuji would have none of it. He spun on his heel and marched back to the master’s room, the housekeeper on his heel.
He felt like he had fallen into a neat trap. What was he going to do with a child? Put it away in his family house, of course, just like Davin had offered. What was he going to do with a young man with phenomenal powers that had lost his wits? What could he do? There was no way that the boy’s magic wasn’t dangerous. Magic uncontrolled often was. He couldn’t be without a supervisor least he prove a risk to those around him.
He didn’t bother knocking on the door and ignored the housekeeper’s protests as they entered Davin’s chambers.
He shot her another glare as he realized that he didn’t know her name either. Did these people not believe in proper introductions?
“Davin,” he said without preamble as he dropped to the chair at the bedside. Davin’s face curved into a frown as he fought to wake up from his fever induced sleep. He turned his head toward Temuji and his eyes cracked open. They roamed his face a moment before Davin blinked and became more aware. “Davin,” Temuji repeated. “You said he was a child.”
Davin’s lips curled. “Isn’t he? We’re old men, Temuji.” There was faint humor in his weak voice.
Temuji frowned. “Speak for yourself. I’m still in my prime. What am I supposed to do with him? He’s dangerous, uncontrolled Diamond Blood and all.”
“You can’t abandon him,” Davin protested, sleep making his voice thick.
Temuji ground his teeth together. “Did you think I would break my promise to you? I said I would take him in, but why did you tell me he was but a child?”
It took a moment for Davin to answer and Temuji thought that perhaps sleep had claimed him again before he answered. “Would you have agreed to take him if you knew that his magic was so close to becoming potent?”
Temuji made an irritated sound. “You know I wouldn’t have.”
“He’s important, Temuji. You’re the only one I trust with his life. Please, don’t let him become lost into the darkness that is Dago’s.”
Temuji ran his hands though his hair until the long strands were mussed and tossed over his shoulders. “If his magic explodes, with that Diamond Blood in him, it’ll take more than just me to save him.”
Davin smiled. “Now who’s lying?”
Temuji’s eyes snapped to Davin’s face. He studied Davin’s strained features a moment in silence before he ventured, “What are you talking about?”
Davin waved a hand in the air. “I know your secret, Temuji. You’re not as low a class of magician as you would like all of us to believe.” He turned his head fully toward Temuji and caught his stare. “I’ve seen the magic you try so hard to conceal.”
Temuji frowned. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Davin smiled again, his lids growing heavy. “I’m sure you don’t. You won’t abandon him?” His voice held a waver that made Temuji fell suddenly ashamed. Davin obviously cared dearly for the boy. He’d never had any children of his own; did he think of the boy as his?
“I promised, didn’t I? I’ll protect him.”
“I’m glad.”
Then he was sleeping again and Temuji turned his glare to the housekeeper still standing at the door. She gave a start when his dark gaze settled on her.
“His magic hasn’t awoken yet. He’s body is weak and his mind . . . Broken. If his magic is as strong as we suspect, when it awakens, it’ll kill him.” Her voice gave a hitch and she brought a hand to her lips to stifle a sob. “Please, milord, you have magic, can’t you help him?”
Temuji pushed himself off the chair and walked to the door, pausing only as he passed her. “The Diamond Blood Legacy is powerful. What do you expect me to do?”
He left her crying, covering her face with her hands as she dropped to her knees.
Next
