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Prompt# 136 - rejected - The Diamond Blood Legacy; 2.3- Tekia - original
Title: The Diamond Blood Legacy; 2.3
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Rejected
Warnings: n/a
Rating: PG
Summary: Temuji learns more about his charge.
Previous
After staring at him for a long moment, obviously dumbfounded, she wiped her tears away and squared her shoulders and nodded smartly. “Thank you, milord. You won’t regret it.” She bowed and hurried away.
He watched her go, bemused. He’d startled her by agreeing to take her with them. Even if it was only to use her, she was bound to be grateful, and he smiled slowly as he thought of all the ways she was going to prove her gratefulness.
A crash from down the hall snapped him out of his thoughts and he, along with several maids and footmen, and the housekeeper, all rushed to Davin’s chambers. Temuji shoved people out of his way and was nearly bowled over when Viljo came charging out of the room. He slipped by everybody and disappeared up the stairs before Temuji realized that it was even him.
“Get out!” he shouted to everybody else that had crowded into the room. The housekeeper ignored him and hurried to Davin’s side.
“My lord! What happened?”
Davin was coughing up a storm, his face flushed and turning blue about the lips. The housekeeper patted him on the back, at lost as how to help him while Temuji bodily shoved the rest of the unwanted onlookers out of the room.
Finally, he knelt beside the bed, taking Davin’s shoulder in one hand. He put his free hand to Davin’s chest and shoved his magic inside Davin’s body, seeking and finding his lungs. He forced them to expand, forced his throat to open. Davin took deep breath, shooting Temuji a grateful look before laying back on the numerous pillows.
Wringing her hands, the housekeeper looked around, at a lost, until her eyes found the shattered remains of a glass picture. She carefully knelt and began gathering the shards while Temuji focused on Davin.
“What happened?”
Davin took another moment to steady his breathing before he opened his eyes. “He’s afraid. He doesn’t understand.” Davin reached out and took Temuji’s hand in his. “Please convince him that none of this is his fault. I did what I did for selfish reasons.” He shook his head, eyes going watery. “I did it to sooth my sense of guilt, not because it was the right and honest thing to do.”
Temuji understood. He resolutely refused to look over at the housekeeper, who’s stare he could feel. All magic users felt a bit of guilt for the doings of those that use their magic to harm those without magic. All magic users used humans, but some used them without qualms, without mercy, killing some.
It was that which made magic users go insane. The guilt of lives taken. Temuji sat back in the chair at the bedside, folding his hands over his chest. He had not taken a life by that route, but his hands were still stained with blood.
His family were powerful, just as Davin had said. Temuji refused to use the full extent of his magic, fearing that somehow, he would become just like Crazy Dago. He didn’t care if he was mocked for being so weak, it was a small price to pay for keeping his sanity.
But there were some for whom this option wasn’t open. Such as the most powerful of magic users. The Diamond Bloodline.
If he didn’t make use of his magic, it would make use of him. Frowning, Temuji closed his eyes and tried to think of a quick solution to this problem.
There was none.
With a suddenness that startled the housekeeper into dropping some of what she had cleaned up, Temuji stood. “If you’re feeling better, I’m going out for a bit.”
Davin frowned at him. “Don’t do anything stupid, Temuji. No stealing.”
Temuji shot him a hurt look. “Really now? Is that all you think of me? I’m hurt, really, I am.”
Davin rolled his eyes and settled further into the pillows. “Check in on the boy before you leave.”
Temuji nodded. “Of course.” He quit the room and went in search of Viljo. A footman directed him to a garden where he found the youth huddled into himself on a bench surrounded by late blooming roses. When Temuji’s shadow fell over him, he looked up, tears stain his cheeks and making his pale eyes shine in the afternoon light.
“I killed him,” he said, his voice cracking.
Temuji sighed and sat, dropping one arm around the boy’s shoulders. “No. If anybody, Dago killed him.”
Viljo wiped at his eyes, shaking his head. “It was because of me that Dago put the curse on him. If I didn’t exist-”
Temuji caught Viljo’s chin, turning him to face him, refusing to let him break eye contact. “If you didn’t exist, it would have been another.” He shrugged. “Dago’s that evil, and Davin’s that kind. Stop blaming yourself for things beyond your control. Instead of crying over it, grown stronger, learn your magic, and fight for a world where things like this don’t happen.”
Viljo blinked up at him a moment in silence before he gently pulled his chin free from Temuji’s grasp. “Do you?”
Temuji gave a start that he quickly hid. The boy was far too intuitive. “Sure, don’t we all?” he said, nonchalantly. He stood and turned back toward the house. “If you’re done feeling sorry for yourself, you need to go apologize to Davin.”
He had almost reached the doorway when Viljo called out once more. He turned around to face him, one ruddy brow raised in question.
Viljo flushed, wringing his hands together before him. “T-the curse didn’t make me simple.” He frowned, looked not at Temuji, but at the ground. “I’m not simple.”
Temuji smirked. “I didn’t think you were.”
Startled, Viljo’s gaze shot to him before skittering away. He licked his lip before he continued. “The curse didn’t make me simple,” he repeated, as if he didn’t know how else to say what he wanted to say.
Temuji folded his arms over his chest, head tilted to one side. “Then why don’t you tell me what the spell did do?”
Viljo took a deep breath, clenching his trembling hands together. Finally, he opened his eyes and met Temuji’s stare. “I can’t feel my magic.”
Temuji felt that chill once again rush down his spine. He brought his hand to his head, as if with that action the reality could be rejected. “It would have been easier of you were simple.”
Viljo flinched, curving his shoulders into himself.
If he couldn’t feel his magic, then how was he supposed to learn it? This put a whole new spin on everything. Temuji stepped around him, resuming his seat on the bench, and, after a moment, Viljo joined him.
The boy was looking up at him as if he had all the answers, and Temuji sorely wished that he did. As it was, they were more doomed than ever before.
How was he to teach someone to find their magic? >
Next
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Rejected
Warnings: n/a
Rating: PG
Summary: Temuji learns more about his charge.
Previous
After staring at him for a long moment, obviously dumbfounded, she wiped her tears away and squared her shoulders and nodded smartly. “Thank you, milord. You won’t regret it.” She bowed and hurried away.
He watched her go, bemused. He’d startled her by agreeing to take her with them. Even if it was only to use her, she was bound to be grateful, and he smiled slowly as he thought of all the ways she was going to prove her gratefulness.
A crash from down the hall snapped him out of his thoughts and he, along with several maids and footmen, and the housekeeper, all rushed to Davin’s chambers. Temuji shoved people out of his way and was nearly bowled over when Viljo came charging out of the room. He slipped by everybody and disappeared up the stairs before Temuji realized that it was even him.
“Get out!” he shouted to everybody else that had crowded into the room. The housekeeper ignored him and hurried to Davin’s side.
“My lord! What happened?”
Davin was coughing up a storm, his face flushed and turning blue about the lips. The housekeeper patted him on the back, at lost as how to help him while Temuji bodily shoved the rest of the unwanted onlookers out of the room.
Finally, he knelt beside the bed, taking Davin’s shoulder in one hand. He put his free hand to Davin’s chest and shoved his magic inside Davin’s body, seeking and finding his lungs. He forced them to expand, forced his throat to open. Davin took deep breath, shooting Temuji a grateful look before laying back on the numerous pillows.
Wringing her hands, the housekeeper looked around, at a lost, until her eyes found the shattered remains of a glass picture. She carefully knelt and began gathering the shards while Temuji focused on Davin.
“What happened?”
Davin took another moment to steady his breathing before he opened his eyes. “He’s afraid. He doesn’t understand.” Davin reached out and took Temuji’s hand in his. “Please convince him that none of this is his fault. I did what I did for selfish reasons.” He shook his head, eyes going watery. “I did it to sooth my sense of guilt, not because it was the right and honest thing to do.”
Temuji understood. He resolutely refused to look over at the housekeeper, who’s stare he could feel. All magic users felt a bit of guilt for the doings of those that use their magic to harm those without magic. All magic users used humans, but some used them without qualms, without mercy, killing some.
It was that which made magic users go insane. The guilt of lives taken. Temuji sat back in the chair at the bedside, folding his hands over his chest. He had not taken a life by that route, but his hands were still stained with blood.
His family were powerful, just as Davin had said. Temuji refused to use the full extent of his magic, fearing that somehow, he would become just like Crazy Dago. He didn’t care if he was mocked for being so weak, it was a small price to pay for keeping his sanity.
But there were some for whom this option wasn’t open. Such as the most powerful of magic users. The Diamond Bloodline.
If he didn’t make use of his magic, it would make use of him. Frowning, Temuji closed his eyes and tried to think of a quick solution to this problem.
There was none.
With a suddenness that startled the housekeeper into dropping some of what she had cleaned up, Temuji stood. “If you’re feeling better, I’m going out for a bit.”
Davin frowned at him. “Don’t do anything stupid, Temuji. No stealing.”
Temuji shot him a hurt look. “Really now? Is that all you think of me? I’m hurt, really, I am.”
Davin rolled his eyes and settled further into the pillows. “Check in on the boy before you leave.”
Temuji nodded. “Of course.” He quit the room and went in search of Viljo. A footman directed him to a garden where he found the youth huddled into himself on a bench surrounded by late blooming roses. When Temuji’s shadow fell over him, he looked up, tears stain his cheeks and making his pale eyes shine in the afternoon light.
“I killed him,” he said, his voice cracking.
Temuji sighed and sat, dropping one arm around the boy’s shoulders. “No. If anybody, Dago killed him.”
Viljo wiped at his eyes, shaking his head. “It was because of me that Dago put the curse on him. If I didn’t exist-”
Temuji caught Viljo’s chin, turning him to face him, refusing to let him break eye contact. “If you didn’t exist, it would have been another.” He shrugged. “Dago’s that evil, and Davin’s that kind. Stop blaming yourself for things beyond your control. Instead of crying over it, grown stronger, learn your magic, and fight for a world where things like this don’t happen.”
Viljo blinked up at him a moment in silence before he gently pulled his chin free from Temuji’s grasp. “Do you?”
Temuji gave a start that he quickly hid. The boy was far too intuitive. “Sure, don’t we all?” he said, nonchalantly. He stood and turned back toward the house. “If you’re done feeling sorry for yourself, you need to go apologize to Davin.”
He had almost reached the doorway when Viljo called out once more. He turned around to face him, one ruddy brow raised in question.
Viljo flushed, wringing his hands together before him. “T-the curse didn’t make me simple.” He frowned, looked not at Temuji, but at the ground. “I’m not simple.”
Temuji smirked. “I didn’t think you were.”
Startled, Viljo’s gaze shot to him before skittering away. He licked his lip before he continued. “The curse didn’t make me simple,” he repeated, as if he didn’t know how else to say what he wanted to say.
Temuji folded his arms over his chest, head tilted to one side. “Then why don’t you tell me what the spell did do?”
Viljo took a deep breath, clenching his trembling hands together. Finally, he opened his eyes and met Temuji’s stare. “I can’t feel my magic.”
Temuji felt that chill once again rush down his spine. He brought his hand to his head, as if with that action the reality could be rejected. “It would have been easier of you were simple.”
Viljo flinched, curving his shoulders into himself.
If he couldn’t feel his magic, then how was he supposed to learn it? This put a whole new spin on everything. Temuji stepped around him, resuming his seat on the bench, and, after a moment, Viljo joined him.
The boy was looking up at him as if he had all the answers, and Temuji sorely wished that he did. As it was, they were more doomed than ever before.
How was he to teach someone to find their magic? >
Next
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Temuji is raised as a noble, so in his mind, I think, humans without magic, and the non nobles, are nothing important, you know? He's a bit of a snobb. Lol.
Also, I'm thinking that Viljo didn't use magic or anything to break the picture. I'll explalin more in the next chapter. Davin was just reacting to the stress of the moment. His worry over Viljo makes him short of breath and he can't calm down.
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*pokes Temuji angrily* stop being such a snob! ^^
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