:: Silken Fire ::
Sorcerous Stabber Orphen
Sequel to Smoke's Wrath
Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hartia+Krylancelo, Rai/Hartia, Majic+Orphen, eventual Orphen/Majic
Warnings: AU, shounen ai, mild swearing, angst
Notes: YAY! It's the final arc (we hope o.o;;) and if I do this right, we should get some REAL Orphen/Majic-ness, which is the only reason half of you are reading this anyway, ne? ^_^ The arc has been uber-fun to work on! It's gone a lot farther and gotten a lot more complicated than I originally intended, but I, for one, am pleased. I hope you all are as well. ^^
Okay, just in case this isn't perfectly clear, this starts up shortly after the first half of episode 24 in the first series. I don't know WHY it wouldn't be clear, but... If it's not, I just made it clear now, ne? ^^;;;;
Snow usually represented good things to him. He had always loved winter, with the soft, cold flaked falling to the ground in intricate swirls. Fond memories of a blazing fire, hot cider that always burned his tongue, gentle scoldings from his mother, telling him to be patient and let it cool...
But then his mother had died, and so had some of the fondness of the season. She was no longer there to embrace him in her motherly, comforting arms and chastise him for being impatient. However, he'd always had his father, who had struggled to be both a mother and father for him. Even while he'd been away, studying at the Tower of Fangs for five years, his father had still written...
The Tower of Fangs didn't hold quite as wonderful memories, but the few he had were very precious. Amidst the nightmares he'd had of his teacher as a child, there had been a few moments he would have wished to go on longer...
Majic Lyn raised his head with a start, realizing too late that he'd been crying. He rubbed his sore, puffy eyes with the back of his hand. Blinking, he took a good look at his surroundings. They were only familiar, but...
Oh, yes. He remembered... The final battle with Azari had been so confusing. If he remembered correctly, Azari had switched bodies with Childman a while before, and somehow they hadn't noticed... But then... Then Hartia had figured it out.
Majic's eyes flitted across the bed he found himself kneeling beside. No, Hartia wasn't there, but...
"Orphen-sama," he whispered. He folded his arms on the edge of the bed, resting his chin.
It had been so frightening. Not even the zynths had made him so terrified. Azari and Childman had both been struggling to save the other, but in the end Orphen nearly risked his life to save them both...
Both. Majic winced slightly. His master had been in love with Azari for so long... He must have been crushed to learn that she had always been in love with someone else. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Orphen was asleep now, unconscious, rather. Majic reached out, brushing his pale fingers over the sheets where his master's arm was. He hadn't been bleeding, had hardly been scratched... But he'd been hurt worse than anyone else. Perhaps physically, the real person that had been in more pain was Hartia. Azari's attack on him certainly had been vicious and bloody! But emotionally...
Majic didn't know the entire story, but he did know that the black sorcerer had always been infatuated, possibly in love with the sorceress prodigy he also thought of as his sister. To have discovered he'd never had a chance of having his feelings returned... That must have hurt more than any physical wound.
He moved his hand down Orphen's arm, watching the crisp white sheets wrinkle beneath his touch as he slid his hand over the curve of the young man's biceps, into the crook of his elbow and over his forearm. His clouded sapphire eyes kept a fixed gaze on his master's face, a sigh escaping his lips as he remained still, unaware of his apprentice's presence.
"I'm sorry, Oshou-sama," he murmured, fingers moving over Orphen's knuckles and wrapping around his hand, squeezing gently. There was nothing more he could say. He felt content enough just to watch him, resting his cheek on his arm.
He glanced over to the nearby window, not surprised to see it was still snowing. It had been for the past five days, and Orphen had been unconscious for most of them. The sword, while not killing him, had taken quite a toll on his body and powers.
He still felt rather tired. Majic could feel his eyelids sliding shut, but he couldn't understand why. All he'd been doing since they came back to Stephanie's place was sleeping and watching Orphen in hopes he would wake up.
The opening of a door startled him. Majic jerked away from Orphen, turning to see who had entered. He blinked rapidly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he got to his feet. "Hartia-san..."
The redhead smiled faintly. "Hello, Majic. Can we talk?"
Taken aback by the request, the perplexed blonde ended up stammering a bit. "Ah... S-sure, Hartia-san. About what?"
"Krylancelo."
Majic unfolded his legs from beneath him, ending up cross-legged on the floor while the older sorcerer pulled out a chair. He sat on his backwards, resting his arms on the back, golden eyes surveying the blonde's unconscious master.
Majic plucked at his sleeve nervously. For some reason he couldn't completely explain, he felt uneasy. "Hartia-san?"
"Yes," he murmured, looking back down at the young teenager. "Majic... Krylancelo's been hurt. He's fine now, and might wake up in a day or so... But he's been hurt far worse than just externally."
"I know," Majic replied serenely. "Losing Azari-san so abruptly, after trying to help her for so long, after loving her for long, must have hurt Orphen-sama."
Now Hartia appeared to be the one taken aback. "Well... Um... Yes," he finally agreed. "Ah... Look, Majic, the thing is..."
A small smile tugged on the younger male's lips. "You love him, don't you, Hartia-san?"
Golden eyes peered down at the young sorcerer as Hartia frowned faintly. "I do," he admitted. "You notice a lot more then you let people think, don't you?"
Majic gave a small shrug before he answered verbally. "Sometimes."
"Then do you know what I want to talk to you about?"
"No."
Hartia shifted in the chair, brushing hair from his eyes. While they had been talking, Majic had been edging closer to the bed Orphen lay in, his hand caressing the edge of the sheets, close to where the brunette's hand was. He struggled to bite down jealousy as he said in a surprisingly controlled voice, "I want you to just listen to what I have to say and keep Krylancelo's best interests in mind."
"Mm," Majic murmured, holding Orphen's hand through the sheets.
The older sorcerer tore his eyes away, fixating his gaze out the window. "Majic, how would you like to be MY student for a while?"
"Eh?" Blue eyes met gold, puzzled. "Why?"
A chill seemed to rush through the room, perhaps a sign of foreboding. Majic's stomach felt oddly knotted when Hartia spoke, and he knew that he wasn't going to like what he was going to suggest.
"To give Krylancelo some time to himself."
Majic frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I don't think so, Hartia-san. I appreciate the offer, but Orphen-sama is my teacher. No one else."
The older sorcerer sighed, resting his jaw on one hand, fingers absently tracing the freckles on his cheek. "If that's the case, then could you leave before Krylancelo wakes up?"
The blonde tensed, hand unconsciously gripping Orphen's tighter. "What? Why?"
The reply was simple but had dark undertones that frightened him for a reason he couldn't explain. "So he won't see you."
Sorcerous Stabber Orphen
Sequel to Smoke's Wrath
Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hartia+Krylancelo, Rai/Hartia, Majic+Orphen, eventual Orphen/Majic
Warnings: AU, shounen ai, mild swearing, angst
Notes: YAY! It's the final arc (we hope o.o;;) and if I do this right, we should get some REAL Orphen/Majic-ness, which is the only reason half of you are reading this anyway, ne? ^_^ The arc has been uber-fun to work on! It's gone a lot farther and gotten a lot more complicated than I originally intended, but I, for one, am pleased. I hope you all are as well. ^^
Okay, just in case this isn't perfectly clear, this starts up shortly after the first half of episode 24 in the first series. I don't know WHY it wouldn't be clear, but... If it's not, I just made it clear now, ne? ^^;;;;
Snow usually represented good things to him. He had always loved winter, with the soft, cold flaked falling to the ground in intricate swirls. Fond memories of a blazing fire, hot cider that always burned his tongue, gentle scoldings from his mother, telling him to be patient and let it cool...
But then his mother had died, and so had some of the fondness of the season. She was no longer there to embrace him in her motherly, comforting arms and chastise him for being impatient. However, he'd always had his father, who had struggled to be both a mother and father for him. Even while he'd been away, studying at the Tower of Fangs for five years, his father had still written...
The Tower of Fangs didn't hold quite as wonderful memories, but the few he had were very precious. Amidst the nightmares he'd had of his teacher as a child, there had been a few moments he would have wished to go on longer...
Majic Lyn raised his head with a start, realizing too late that he'd been crying. He rubbed his sore, puffy eyes with the back of his hand. Blinking, he took a good look at his surroundings. They were only familiar, but...
Oh, yes. He remembered... The final battle with Azari had been so confusing. If he remembered correctly, Azari had switched bodies with Childman a while before, and somehow they hadn't noticed... But then... Then Hartia had figured it out.
Majic's eyes flitted across the bed he found himself kneeling beside. No, Hartia wasn't there, but...
"Orphen-sama," he whispered. He folded his arms on the edge of the bed, resting his chin.
It had been so frightening. Not even the zynths had made him so terrified. Azari and Childman had both been struggling to save the other, but in the end Orphen nearly risked his life to save them both...
Both. Majic winced slightly. His master had been in love with Azari for so long... He must have been crushed to learn that she had always been in love with someone else. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Orphen was asleep now, unconscious, rather. Majic reached out, brushing his pale fingers over the sheets where his master's arm was. He hadn't been bleeding, had hardly been scratched... But he'd been hurt worse than anyone else. Perhaps physically, the real person that had been in more pain was Hartia. Azari's attack on him certainly had been vicious and bloody! But emotionally...
Majic didn't know the entire story, but he did know that the black sorcerer had always been infatuated, possibly in love with the sorceress prodigy he also thought of as his sister. To have discovered he'd never had a chance of having his feelings returned... That must have hurt more than any physical wound.
He moved his hand down Orphen's arm, watching the crisp white sheets wrinkle beneath his touch as he slid his hand over the curve of the young man's biceps, into the crook of his elbow and over his forearm. His clouded sapphire eyes kept a fixed gaze on his master's face, a sigh escaping his lips as he remained still, unaware of his apprentice's presence.
"I'm sorry, Oshou-sama," he murmured, fingers moving over Orphen's knuckles and wrapping around his hand, squeezing gently. There was nothing more he could say. He felt content enough just to watch him, resting his cheek on his arm.
He glanced over to the nearby window, not surprised to see it was still snowing. It had been for the past five days, and Orphen had been unconscious for most of them. The sword, while not killing him, had taken quite a toll on his body and powers.
He still felt rather tired. Majic could feel his eyelids sliding shut, but he couldn't understand why. All he'd been doing since they came back to Stephanie's place was sleeping and watching Orphen in hopes he would wake up.
The opening of a door startled him. Majic jerked away from Orphen, turning to see who had entered. He blinked rapidly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he got to his feet. "Hartia-san..."
The redhead smiled faintly. "Hello, Majic. Can we talk?"
Taken aback by the request, the perplexed blonde ended up stammering a bit. "Ah... S-sure, Hartia-san. About what?"
"Krylancelo."
Majic unfolded his legs from beneath him, ending up cross-legged on the floor while the older sorcerer pulled out a chair. He sat on his backwards, resting his arms on the back, golden eyes surveying the blonde's unconscious master.
Majic plucked at his sleeve nervously. For some reason he couldn't completely explain, he felt uneasy. "Hartia-san?"
"Yes," he murmured, looking back down at the young teenager. "Majic... Krylancelo's been hurt. He's fine now, and might wake up in a day or so... But he's been hurt far worse than just externally."
"I know," Majic replied serenely. "Losing Azari-san so abruptly, after trying to help her for so long, after loving her for long, must have hurt Orphen-sama."
Now Hartia appeared to be the one taken aback. "Well... Um... Yes," he finally agreed. "Ah... Look, Majic, the thing is..."
A small smile tugged on the younger male's lips. "You love him, don't you, Hartia-san?"
Golden eyes peered down at the young sorcerer as Hartia frowned faintly. "I do," he admitted. "You notice a lot more then you let people think, don't you?"
Majic gave a small shrug before he answered verbally. "Sometimes."
"Then do you know what I want to talk to you about?"
"No."
Hartia shifted in the chair, brushing hair from his eyes. While they had been talking, Majic had been edging closer to the bed Orphen lay in, his hand caressing the edge of the sheets, close to where the brunette's hand was. He struggled to bite down jealousy as he said in a surprisingly controlled voice, "I want you to just listen to what I have to say and keep Krylancelo's best interests in mind."
"Mm," Majic murmured, holding Orphen's hand through the sheets.
The older sorcerer tore his eyes away, fixating his gaze out the window. "Majic, how would you like to be MY student for a while?"
"Eh?" Blue eyes met gold, puzzled. "Why?"
A chill seemed to rush through the room, perhaps a sign of foreboding. Majic's stomach felt oddly knotted when Hartia spoke, and he knew that he wasn't going to like what he was going to suggest.
"To give Krylancelo some time to himself."
Majic frowned slightly, shaking his head. "I don't think so, Hartia-san. I appreciate the offer, but Orphen-sama is my teacher. No one else."
The older sorcerer sighed, resting his jaw on one hand, fingers absently tracing the freckles on his cheek. "If that's the case, then could you leave before Krylancelo wakes up?"
The blonde tensed, hand unconsciously gripping Orphen's tighter. "What? Why?"
The reply was simple but had dark undertones that frightened him for a reason he couldn't explain. "So he won't see you."