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tamingthemuseTitle: The Diamond Blood Legacy 2.5
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Filch (picture)
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Word count: 1083 Temuji does some investigating, and is about to get himself into some trouble.
Previous
Lady Qimat stared at him in silence for a long moment. So long, in fact, that he feared that she was considering throwing him out on his ear. Finally, she sighed and set aside her tea.
“I suppose as the head of this house, I can’t refuse you.”
Temuji smiled.
“But, young man, you must be careful not to get Dago’s eye turned onto me. I’m the last of this house with any magic at all.”
He nodded and picked up his gloves. “I understand. But you must also understand that when I call upon you, I do expect you to answer with all you’ve got.”
She stood and whipped out her fan, smacking him smartly on his knuckles. He jumped, bringing his stinging knuckles to his lips. “Watch your words, young man.” With grace born of years of pampering, she glided out of the room, letting Temuji find his own way out.
Shaking his head, Temuji left the house and climbed into the waiting carriage. For a long moment, they sat at the side of the road, awaiting Lord Coatl’s orders.
Inside the carriage, Temuji stared at a case that he had placed on the opposite seat, deep in thought. What was Dago’s goal? Did he really want to be rid of the other powerful houses? How did he even know that the Coatl house was a threat to him?
Rubbing his hand over his chin, he decided that there was only one thing to do.
He reached for the case, flipping the locks aside and throwing open the lid, he knocked on the roof of the carriage, commanding the coachman to take him to his next destination.
As the carriage jostled down the street, Temuji assumed his disguise.
Nearly every noble, nearly every magical house, knew of Temuji’s other persona. Nobody knew who he was, only that he was undefeatable and untraceable. Those that had seen him in this guise called him Phantom Goblin for his hideous mask.
He donned the mask now, adjusting the straps under his hair and replaced his jacket with one of a sleeker fit, hugging his shoulders and chest. Finally, he replaced his wide brimmed hat with another, one who’s brim was lowered so that his mask was nearly hidden from sight.
As the carriage slowed to take a turn, Temuji opened the door and leaped out. He landed lightly, already running down a dark alley and through the town. His magic sped his movements until he had to kick off walls to avoid crashing into them. Shadows hugged his person, helping him blend into the background, help him avoid being spotted.
Then he arrived at the Cloud Breaker’s house in the city.
He paused to look over the giant house, noting how it stood empty still. If his memory served, Dago hadn’t lived in the house for ages, but Temuji still had hope that he could find something of the man within. Ducking his head, he dashed across the street and around the back. A wooden fence served no barrier for him and within moments, he was through the magic wards that hadn’t been updated in forever.
He entered the house and froze, ears listening for any noise that would prove troublesome. All was still. Temuji stood at his full height and began snooping.
Most of the house was empty, furniture covered with white sheets. He made his way through the rooms, feet leaving only a slight marring of the dust on the floor with the help of more magic.
He found the study, locked, but easily broken into. He rifled through papers and ledgers, finding nothing of any importance until his hand landed on a letter. His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly read the letter. His body felt flushed, weak, as he finished.
How could this be?
Dago had been marked as dangerous long ago, when Temuji was still a child himself. In fact, his father had been the one to tell Temuji that Dago was best left alone, if not done away with entirely.
Why were they communicating?
He folded the letter and put it in his coat for further perusal. For now, he had to leave before he was discovered.
He quit the house, careful to replace locks that he had opened and to erase his magical trace. Moments later, he was racing through the city once again, taking to the roofs to catch up with the carriage as it returned to Davin’s house. Just in time, he landed on the carriage, climbed in, and was stuffing his disguise back into its case when the carriage stopped.
The coachman never knew he was gone and Temuji tipped his hat at him as he lightly dashed up the front stairs. The butler opened the door before he could knock and he went in search of food.
In the breakfast room, Viljo was seated at the window, looking out into a garden. He turned to Temuji as he entered and smiled. “I knew you would come here first.”
That gave Temuji pause as he wondered how Viljo knew that. Was he predicable? Or was that a sign of Viljo’s magic?
The housekeeper entered then, her hands full with a bowl of apples. She looked first at Viljo then Temuji. “Good, dinner will be ready forthwith.” She set the bowl down on the table and turned to Viljo. “Davin want you to speak with him again.”
Viljo winched. “I don’t want to.”
Temuji arched a red brow, “Why not?” He asked, filching an apple, and polishing it on his sleeve.
Viljo shot him a pleading look. “I smashed the pitcher with my hand. It hurt him. I can’t control my emotions, much less my magic.” His eyes turned bright with tears. “I don’t want to hurt him any more.”
The housekeeper also turned to Temuji, her eyes pleading. Rolling his own eyes, Temuji sighed, “Go to him, else you will regret it later.” He frowned at Viljo, trying to look serious and determined when all he could think about was eating that apple.
His stomach was grumbling angrily.
Viljo nodded meekly and stood, walking out of the room.
“Thank you,” the housekeeper said, smiling up at him.
Finally taking a large bite off the apple, Temuji regarded her for a long moment. He stared at her so long and hard that she flushed and looked down at her feet, shifting her weight.
Then she glared at him when he asked, “What’s your name?”
Next.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Filch (picture)
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Word count: 1083 Temuji does some investigating, and is about to get himself into some trouble.
Previous
Lady Qimat stared at him in silence for a long moment. So long, in fact, that he feared that she was considering throwing him out on his ear. Finally, she sighed and set aside her tea.
“I suppose as the head of this house, I can’t refuse you.”
Temuji smiled.
“But, young man, you must be careful not to get Dago’s eye turned onto me. I’m the last of this house with any magic at all.”
He nodded and picked up his gloves. “I understand. But you must also understand that when I call upon you, I do expect you to answer with all you’ve got.”
She stood and whipped out her fan, smacking him smartly on his knuckles. He jumped, bringing his stinging knuckles to his lips. “Watch your words, young man.” With grace born of years of pampering, she glided out of the room, letting Temuji find his own way out.
Shaking his head, Temuji left the house and climbed into the waiting carriage. For a long moment, they sat at the side of the road, awaiting Lord Coatl’s orders.
Inside the carriage, Temuji stared at a case that he had placed on the opposite seat, deep in thought. What was Dago’s goal? Did he really want to be rid of the other powerful houses? How did he even know that the Coatl house was a threat to him?
Rubbing his hand over his chin, he decided that there was only one thing to do.
He reached for the case, flipping the locks aside and throwing open the lid, he knocked on the roof of the carriage, commanding the coachman to take him to his next destination.
As the carriage jostled down the street, Temuji assumed his disguise.
Nearly every noble, nearly every magical house, knew of Temuji’s other persona. Nobody knew who he was, only that he was undefeatable and untraceable. Those that had seen him in this guise called him Phantom Goblin for his hideous mask.
He donned the mask now, adjusting the straps under his hair and replaced his jacket with one of a sleeker fit, hugging his shoulders and chest. Finally, he replaced his wide brimmed hat with another, one who’s brim was lowered so that his mask was nearly hidden from sight.
As the carriage slowed to take a turn, Temuji opened the door and leaped out. He landed lightly, already running down a dark alley and through the town. His magic sped his movements until he had to kick off walls to avoid crashing into them. Shadows hugged his person, helping him blend into the background, help him avoid being spotted.
Then he arrived at the Cloud Breaker’s house in the city.
He paused to look over the giant house, noting how it stood empty still. If his memory served, Dago hadn’t lived in the house for ages, but Temuji still had hope that he could find something of the man within. Ducking his head, he dashed across the street and around the back. A wooden fence served no barrier for him and within moments, he was through the magic wards that hadn’t been updated in forever.
He entered the house and froze, ears listening for any noise that would prove troublesome. All was still. Temuji stood at his full height and began snooping.
Most of the house was empty, furniture covered with white sheets. He made his way through the rooms, feet leaving only a slight marring of the dust on the floor with the help of more magic.
He found the study, locked, but easily broken into. He rifled through papers and ledgers, finding nothing of any importance until his hand landed on a letter. His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly read the letter. His body felt flushed, weak, as he finished.
How could this be?
Dago had been marked as dangerous long ago, when Temuji was still a child himself. In fact, his father had been the one to tell Temuji that Dago was best left alone, if not done away with entirely.
Why were they communicating?
He folded the letter and put it in his coat for further perusal. For now, he had to leave before he was discovered.
He quit the house, careful to replace locks that he had opened and to erase his magical trace. Moments later, he was racing through the city once again, taking to the roofs to catch up with the carriage as it returned to Davin’s house. Just in time, he landed on the carriage, climbed in, and was stuffing his disguise back into its case when the carriage stopped.
The coachman never knew he was gone and Temuji tipped his hat at him as he lightly dashed up the front stairs. The butler opened the door before he could knock and he went in search of food.
In the breakfast room, Viljo was seated at the window, looking out into a garden. He turned to Temuji as he entered and smiled. “I knew you would come here first.”
That gave Temuji pause as he wondered how Viljo knew that. Was he predicable? Or was that a sign of Viljo’s magic?
The housekeeper entered then, her hands full with a bowl of apples. She looked first at Viljo then Temuji. “Good, dinner will be ready forthwith.” She set the bowl down on the table and turned to Viljo. “Davin want you to speak with him again.”
Viljo winched. “I don’t want to.”
Temuji arched a red brow, “Why not?” He asked, filching an apple, and polishing it on his sleeve.
Viljo shot him a pleading look. “I smashed the pitcher with my hand. It hurt him. I can’t control my emotions, much less my magic.” His eyes turned bright with tears. “I don’t want to hurt him any more.”
The housekeeper also turned to Temuji, her eyes pleading. Rolling his own eyes, Temuji sighed, “Go to him, else you will regret it later.” He frowned at Viljo, trying to look serious and determined when all he could think about was eating that apple.
His stomach was grumbling angrily.
Viljo nodded meekly and stood, walking out of the room.
“Thank you,” the housekeeper said, smiling up at him.
Finally taking a large bite off the apple, Temuji regarded her for a long moment. He stared at her so long and hard that she flushed and looked down at her feet, shifting her weight.
Then she glared at him when he asked, “What’s your name?”
Next.
