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tamingthemuseTitle: The Dragon Blood Legacy 2.2
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Nihilism
Warnings: mentions of a madman.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Word count: 1345 Temuji connects with Viljo, and reflects on his past, and makes plans for the future.
Previous
Viljo followed him from the breakfast room down the halls and through the house. Smiling, Temuji lit a smoke and let the boy become his shadow as he surveyed the house. As Temuji paused before a large window and Viljo finally came to stand next to him, looking up at him.
“Are you hot?”
“What?” Startled, Temuji looked down at the dark haired boy.
“Are you hot?”
Blinking in surprise, he shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
“You’re hair is so red. So are your eyes. Like fire. Are you hot?”
Temuji laughed. His father had called him hot headed as well. That had been a long time ago. He thought perhaps, he missed his father more than he ever realized. He put his hand on Viljo’s head. “No. Not anymore. And they’re brown, not red.”
Viljo quirked a brow in silent question, but Temuji turned back to the landscape before them. A moment later, the soft clicking of heels on hard wood made the two of them turn to see the housekeeper approaching.
He could see her eyes narrow in on the cigerette between his fingers and he quickly pinched the cherry and murmured to Vilijo, “What’s her name?”
Viljo looked up at him. “Her name?”
Temuji motioned for him to speak faster, but the housekeeper was suddenly before them, scowling in that fashion that only household servants could master.
“Sir Coatl, I must insist you not smoke indoors.” She turned her gaze to Viljo. “It’s time for your visit with Lord Davin.” Holding out her hand, she couldn’t hold back a trembling of her lips.
Temuji folded his hands behind his back when Viljo looked back at him. He arched a brow. “What are you looking at me for? He’s your foster father.”
Viljo smiled suddenly and took the housekeeper’s hand and all but pulled her down the hall. Temuji watched them a moment before he resumed his tour of the house, thoughts turned inward once again.
What was he going to do with the boy? Was he going to just send him to the family estate and try to forget about him? Could he? With that magic blood line of his, without the knowledge of how to control it, it would explode with such force that it would leave everything near him destroyed.
How was he supposed to teach someone how to use their magic, magic that he didn’t know the first thing about? If the boy was his own child, inherited his magic, then he could do it. Davin must know this. Wasn’t it why Davin hadn’t taught Viljo anything?
He found another window that opened up to a balcony and he slipped the lock to throw the glass doors open. A nice wind blew into the house as he stepped out and leaned over the wrought iron rail. The wind ruffled his hair and he ran his hands through it, tossing the red mass over his shoulder.
He had lived on his own for so long, he didn’t know how to live with another. The boy was going to be a burden on him. How was he suppose to get his job done with the child hanging on his coat tails?
That aside, if he were ever caught the boy’s life would be in even more danger. Temuji would be locked up and Viljo will be put up in whatever orphanage that would take him. Easy pickings for Crazy Dago.
Crazy Dago.
He took a deep breath and held it as he turned his thoughts toward that strange man. He’d never been introduced to the man, never seen him up close. He’d heard rumors about the magician’s nihilism attitude toward his fellow nobles and life in general. He cared nothing for life, only for something to pique his amusement.
And that’s the only thing that kept him occupied. Wealthy from birth, from a noble family, Dago had never worked, nor had to strive for anything in his life. He’d been spoilt and had lost himself in the pursuit of his own pleasure and something to amuse him.
Temuji closed his eyes and let a smile come to his lips. Would he have turned out like Dago had he remained in his father’s household? Then he chuckled. Perhaps not. His father had been a strange noble, of a mind that a man should work for his place in the world, for a right to relax into a soft bed.
As much as his father would have approved of Temuji working as he does for who he does, he didn’t think he would approve of the job itself.
It was, after all, dangerous for the only son of the Coatl family line. He reached into his inner coat pocket and withdrew another smoke, cupping his hand around a match to light the tip.
After. . .
Later, he amended, he would take Viljo to his familial home. He missed his home, his family. They weren’t there anymore, but, like Davin’s house, there were portraits and memories. Happy memories. Maybe Viljo would be able to make some happy memories there as well.
He held the smoke to his lips, breathing deeply, eyes distant.
The last time he’d been there, Davin had been there as well. It just wouldn’t be the same without his best friend. Then he scoffed. He wasn’t that old.
Flicking the butt out into the garden, he straightened and returned indoors. His eyes widened and he felt a drip of fear trickle down his spine.
That woman was glaring at him as if he were Crazy Dago himself. He forced a smile as he stepped through the glass window, closing it behind him.
What had he done now?
“Sir Coatl, I want you to hire me on after,” she hesitated, “after my employment here has come to an end.”
He barely held back a looks of horror and surprise. All the same, he felt his jaw drop. Her eyes narrowed and lips thinned, but her fingers were clenched so tightly before her, her knuckles turned white. Snapping his jaw closed with a snap, he stepped around her.
“No.”
She spun around on her heel, eyes wide with panic. “You must.”
He looked over his shoulder at her, one ruddy brow arched. “I must?”
She was cute when she was angry. She stamped her foot and fisted her hands at her sides. “Yes. I don’t think I can just leave him alone.” She shook her head and a strand of curly hair, more blonde than red, slid neatly out from under her kerchief. He suppressed a smile and donned a look of arrogant superiority.
“You doubt I can manage him on my own?”
She shook her head, a flush coming to her cheeks as she realized just how much she had insulted him. “No. Yes. You’re frivolous.” Her eyes shown bright with sudden determination and she meant his gaze head on. “You have no idea how to guide a child so close to adulthood, much less a child harmed the way he has been. You’ll be taking him away from everything he’s known outside of Dago’s clutches.” Then her eyes turned pleading. “Let me stay with him, milord. He needs me.” Her voice caught and she had to blink away tears and swallow before she could finish. “I need him.”
Temuji turned fully toward her, head tilted to one side as he patted his hair down. Then he rubbed his fingers over his chin, lightly combing the light dusting of hair on his chin. She would be an asset. When his job required him to disappear for weeks at a time, she would be a good conductor for his magic in protecting the heir to the Diamond Blood Legacy.
He nodded in finality and tilted her chin up with the side of his finger. Tears glistened on her cheeks and he caught her eyes with his intent gaze. Yes, she was without magic, thus easily manipulated with magic.
“All right. You will come with us to House Coatl in the north.”
Next
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Nihilism
Warnings: mentions of a madman.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Word count: 1345 Temuji connects with Viljo, and reflects on his past, and makes plans for the future.
Previous
Viljo followed him from the breakfast room down the halls and through the house. Smiling, Temuji lit a smoke and let the boy become his shadow as he surveyed the house. As Temuji paused before a large window and Viljo finally came to stand next to him, looking up at him.
“Are you hot?”
“What?” Startled, Temuji looked down at the dark haired boy.
“Are you hot?”
Blinking in surprise, he shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
“You’re hair is so red. So are your eyes. Like fire. Are you hot?”
Temuji laughed. His father had called him hot headed as well. That had been a long time ago. He thought perhaps, he missed his father more than he ever realized. He put his hand on Viljo’s head. “No. Not anymore. And they’re brown, not red.”
Viljo quirked a brow in silent question, but Temuji turned back to the landscape before them. A moment later, the soft clicking of heels on hard wood made the two of them turn to see the housekeeper approaching.
He could see her eyes narrow in on the cigerette between his fingers and he quickly pinched the cherry and murmured to Vilijo, “What’s her name?”
Viljo looked up at him. “Her name?”
Temuji motioned for him to speak faster, but the housekeeper was suddenly before them, scowling in that fashion that only household servants could master.
“Sir Coatl, I must insist you not smoke indoors.” She turned her gaze to Viljo. “It’s time for your visit with Lord Davin.” Holding out her hand, she couldn’t hold back a trembling of her lips.
Temuji folded his hands behind his back when Viljo looked back at him. He arched a brow. “What are you looking at me for? He’s your foster father.”
Viljo smiled suddenly and took the housekeeper’s hand and all but pulled her down the hall. Temuji watched them a moment before he resumed his tour of the house, thoughts turned inward once again.
What was he going to do with the boy? Was he going to just send him to the family estate and try to forget about him? Could he? With that magic blood line of his, without the knowledge of how to control it, it would explode with such force that it would leave everything near him destroyed.
How was he supposed to teach someone how to use their magic, magic that he didn’t know the first thing about? If the boy was his own child, inherited his magic, then he could do it. Davin must know this. Wasn’t it why Davin hadn’t taught Viljo anything?
He found another window that opened up to a balcony and he slipped the lock to throw the glass doors open. A nice wind blew into the house as he stepped out and leaned over the wrought iron rail. The wind ruffled his hair and he ran his hands through it, tossing the red mass over his shoulder.
He had lived on his own for so long, he didn’t know how to live with another. The boy was going to be a burden on him. How was he suppose to get his job done with the child hanging on his coat tails?
That aside, if he were ever caught the boy’s life would be in even more danger. Temuji would be locked up and Viljo will be put up in whatever orphanage that would take him. Easy pickings for Crazy Dago.
Crazy Dago.
He took a deep breath and held it as he turned his thoughts toward that strange man. He’d never been introduced to the man, never seen him up close. He’d heard rumors about the magician’s nihilism attitude toward his fellow nobles and life in general. He cared nothing for life, only for something to pique his amusement.
And that’s the only thing that kept him occupied. Wealthy from birth, from a noble family, Dago had never worked, nor had to strive for anything in his life. He’d been spoilt and had lost himself in the pursuit of his own pleasure and something to amuse him.
Temuji closed his eyes and let a smile come to his lips. Would he have turned out like Dago had he remained in his father’s household? Then he chuckled. Perhaps not. His father had been a strange noble, of a mind that a man should work for his place in the world, for a right to relax into a soft bed.
As much as his father would have approved of Temuji working as he does for who he does, he didn’t think he would approve of the job itself.
It was, after all, dangerous for the only son of the Coatl family line. He reached into his inner coat pocket and withdrew another smoke, cupping his hand around a match to light the tip.
After. . .
Later, he amended, he would take Viljo to his familial home. He missed his home, his family. They weren’t there anymore, but, like Davin’s house, there were portraits and memories. Happy memories. Maybe Viljo would be able to make some happy memories there as well.
He held the smoke to his lips, breathing deeply, eyes distant.
The last time he’d been there, Davin had been there as well. It just wouldn’t be the same without his best friend. Then he scoffed. He wasn’t that old.
Flicking the butt out into the garden, he straightened and returned indoors. His eyes widened and he felt a drip of fear trickle down his spine.
That woman was glaring at him as if he were Crazy Dago himself. He forced a smile as he stepped through the glass window, closing it behind him.
What had he done now?
“Sir Coatl, I want you to hire me on after,” she hesitated, “after my employment here has come to an end.”
He barely held back a looks of horror and surprise. All the same, he felt his jaw drop. Her eyes narrowed and lips thinned, but her fingers were clenched so tightly before her, her knuckles turned white. Snapping his jaw closed with a snap, he stepped around her.
“No.”
She spun around on her heel, eyes wide with panic. “You must.”
He looked over his shoulder at her, one ruddy brow arched. “I must?”
She was cute when she was angry. She stamped her foot and fisted her hands at her sides. “Yes. I don’t think I can just leave him alone.” She shook her head and a strand of curly hair, more blonde than red, slid neatly out from under her kerchief. He suppressed a smile and donned a look of arrogant superiority.
“You doubt I can manage him on my own?”
She shook her head, a flush coming to her cheeks as she realized just how much she had insulted him. “No. Yes. You’re frivolous.” Her eyes shown bright with sudden determination and she meant his gaze head on. “You have no idea how to guide a child so close to adulthood, much less a child harmed the way he has been. You’ll be taking him away from everything he’s known outside of Dago’s clutches.” Then her eyes turned pleading. “Let me stay with him, milord. He needs me.” Her voice caught and she had to blink away tears and swallow before she could finish. “I need him.”
Temuji turned fully toward her, head tilted to one side as he patted his hair down. Then he rubbed his fingers over his chin, lightly combing the light dusting of hair on his chin. She would be an asset. When his job required him to disappear for weeks at a time, she would be a good conductor for his magic in protecting the heir to the Diamond Blood Legacy.
He nodded in finality and tilted her chin up with the side of his finger. Tears glistened on her cheeks and he caught her eyes with his intent gaze. Yes, she was without magic, thus easily manipulated with magic.
“All right. You will come with us to House Coatl in the north.”
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