:: Smoke's Wrath ::
Sorcerous Stabber Orphen
Sequel to Satin Blaze
Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.
Rating: G
Pairings: Orphen+Azari, Cleao+Orphen, Majic+Orphen, Hartia+Orphen, Rai+Hartia
Warnings: AU, shounen ai
Notes: Anou... Just to let you know now, this is mostly a filler between the prequel, "Satin Blaze," and the upcoming sequel, "Silken Fire." There are few plot points in here, but they will answer most questions about Orphen's dreams, so I guess you can skip this if you're not curious about that.
Also, I know I keep promising Orphen/Majic-ness, but I've finally decided that it'll happen, for sure, in "Silken Fire" so please stay patient, ne? ^^;
And if you haven't already, read Mina's "Wise Beyond His Years." It's so GOOD~!
A loud clatter of wood broke the stillness of nature. Nearby a pair of mahogany coloured eyes swung up sharply, narrowing at the offender.
"Shh," an irritated voice hissed. "The brat's sleeping."
Wide azure eyes blinked in response, turning their gaze from the amber to a sleeping form on the ground. It was obviously female; the only one in the group of three, and she was, indeed, asleep. She seemed a bit old to be referred to as "brat" however. Clearly the insult portrayed the young man's thoughts of her.
"Sorry," an almost feminine voice replied before a young teenage boy sat down nearby, setting down the rest of the bundle of dry sticks at his side. Between the two males blazed a fire, their only source of light in the darkness, not to mention warmth until they crawled into their own sleeping bags! Neither seemed quite as exhausted as their female counterpart, so they weren't in a hurry to seek that warmth. "I didn't know she was asleep. That's awfully kind of you, Oshou-sama."
"Che," the first male snorted, prodding the fire and feeding it new wood the younger male had just acquired. "I'm just grateful she's quiet. I don't think I could have taken another complaint."
The younger boy flinched as though guilty, and he was. While not nearly as vocal or often as the girl he had his fair share of complaints... Such as, why was he the one carrying the luggage? Why didn't either of his companions bother to help him?
The young man noticed the cringe and sighed. "At least you have a reason," he said with practiced patience. He seemed to be far more used to this boy's company than their new companion's, which was only natural. He'd been living in the boy's father's tavern for the past year prior to their journey. "And you're not a freeloader," he added almost thoughtfully. "And you can do at least a LITTLE magic..."
The second boy's face flushed with pleasure at the offhanded compliments, though he told himself it was probably only because the older sorcerer felt guilty.
Certainly, sorcerer! This young man was far from ordinary, and his journey was more of a quest of sorts. He was a sorcerer, formerly from the prestigious magic university, the Tower of Fangs. However, certain events had led him to run away from the Tower in search of his adopted sister, Azari... Who was currently, well, not exactly in the most human of states. This man was referred to as "Oshou-sama," or Master, by the young boy, but others that knew him either called him Krylancelo or the new name he had taken on five years ago: Orphen.
The black sorcerer spared the younger one another glance, traces of a frown on his features as he spied him gingerly prodding a spot under his golden hair. "How's your head, Majic?" he asked with unnatural gentleness.
The youth dubbed Majic started, hand falling into his lap. "Ah... Fine, Oshou-sama," he answered, appearing skeptical. "But you--"
Orphen waved a hand, resting his chin on his hand. "Can't have you carrying the luggage if I gave you a concussion, now, can I?" he asked mildly.
Rather than appear insulted, Majic smiled faintly. Clearly this behavior was more familiar to him. "Of course not, Oshou-sama." Quite honestly, though, he knew he'd deserved that punch. Spying on Cleao while bathing, what had he been thinking?! Still, it had SEEMED like a good idea at the time. Whilst Cleao was there and not so distracted she rarely noticed his presence, Orphen was... Well...
But that wasn't his fault. It was Majic's own fault for growing too attached as a child and allowing his admiration to swell into something far more serious than any child his age should have felt... But now it was in complete control, and he was beginning to think there was nothing he could do about it.
Orphen stretched his arms into the air, yawning loudly. "Che, those stupid trolls," he muttered. "Running off with the sword like that... I'll murder Vulcan when I see him!"
A faint smile touched Majic's lips. "I'm sure Cleao will be more than happy to help," he replied, though their earlier encounter with the two had said otherwise. They had caught up with them more or less (actually, they had crossed paths by pure chance) while Cleao was dragging him up Mount Kahlna, but when Majic pointed out that she could go home now that she had possession of the sword, Cleao had quickly changed tactics and left it in the brothers' care, so to speak.
"No doubt," Orphen agreed absently.
Silence fell between the two, not entirely uncomfortable. The older sorcerer seemed at ease, but Majic...
"Oshou-sama?"
"Hm?"
"What kind of sorcerer am I?"
Orphen looked up, blinking. His apprentice had asked the same question only a week or two ago, though then he hadn't been able to tell. Now, though, he had an inkling of the boy's bloodlines.
Sorcerers hadn't always been of multi-talented heritage. Once long, long ago the type of race you were indicates toward your powers. Orphen, for example, was part Majestarte, who were the type of magic-users that could each create their own incantations. He was also part Xertil, a very common blood now, which basically meant he was strongest in the black arts. Black arts were more of the offense type of magic; attacks were a specialty, especially if using a strong element. Even more common than Xertil was the Sinelna, who were the type of spell-casters that needed to use their voice to be able to use their talents. Unknown to the black sorcerer, however, he also had a streak of psychic blood running through his veins; Roure.
Of course, it wasn't his fault he forgot most of his dreams, was it?
"Well," he started lazily, "Considering that light refraction spell you cast the other day, I'd say you're part Majestarte... You remember which kind that was, right?"
The blonde boy nodded. "They can make up their own incantations."
"Correct." Majic glowed beneath the praise; Orphen rarely encouraged him, so it was very special indeed when he did. "I have no idea where you are in regards to black or white magic, but it's safe to say black since it's most common, so most likely you're part Xertil as well." He smirked. "Like me, in both aspects."
Perhaps it was just a trick of the fire's light, but Majic looked as though he were blushing. "All right..."
Orphen blinked and shrugged it off, slanted eyes gazing in a different direction as he pondered. "Most likely Sinelna as well. Nearly every spell-caster has that now. They were a strong race, you know."
Majic nodded. "Because they could shorten their own spells and use them quicker and better in battle?"
Sienna-coloured eyes blinked, clearly taken aback, before the owner of them chuckled. "You're smarter than you act, you know that?"
This time there was no mistaking the red that coloured the young teen's face. "T-Thank you, Oshou-sama..."
Suddenly uncomfortable, Orphen stood and kicked a stone over, dulling the fire. "You'd better get some sleep. We have a ways to go tomorrow." He nudged another stone with his boot until all that was left were dull glows.
Rather than immediately comply, Majic stood up. "What about you, Oshou-sama?"
Orphen scoffed. As though he needed looking after! But Majic did seem truly concerned, so he softened his expression and ruffled the silken hair of his young apprentice. "I'll just go for a walk, all right? If anything tries to attack, I'm sure Cleao will frighten them off with her face if you wake her up, okay?"
A pale arm moved up to push his own away, the boy's expression showing his discontent at being treated as a child clearly. "That's not nice, Oshou-sama."
He shrugged. "If nothing else, I'm sure you can handle it until I get back." With that he turned and walked away, melting rapidly into the night.
Majic sighed softly, wrapping his arms around himself. 'Oshou-sama... What'd I do to make you so uncomfortable around me?' The very thought depressed him; what made it worse was that there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed again, glancing around before finding where his sleeping bag was spread out. He crawled beneath the warmth, resting his head on a rough, makeshift pillow. They were gradually running out of supplies, so he was hoping to run into a town soon. The sooner they could find more things to survive (and accommodate Cleao's comforts to lessen her complaints) the better.
Golden eyelashes came to rest on pale cheeks. 'I'm sorry, Orphen-sama...'
Sorcerous Stabber Orphen
Sequel to Satin Blaze
Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.
Rating: G
Pairings: Orphen+Azari, Cleao+Orphen, Majic+Orphen, Hartia+Orphen, Rai+Hartia
Warnings: AU, shounen ai
Notes: Anou... Just to let you know now, this is mostly a filler between the prequel, "Satin Blaze," and the upcoming sequel, "Silken Fire." There are few plot points in here, but they will answer most questions about Orphen's dreams, so I guess you can skip this if you're not curious about that.
Also, I know I keep promising Orphen/Majic-ness, but I've finally decided that it'll happen, for sure, in "Silken Fire" so please stay patient, ne? ^^;
And if you haven't already, read Mina's "Wise Beyond His Years." It's so GOOD~!
A loud clatter of wood broke the stillness of nature. Nearby a pair of mahogany coloured eyes swung up sharply, narrowing at the offender.
"Shh," an irritated voice hissed. "The brat's sleeping."
Wide azure eyes blinked in response, turning their gaze from the amber to a sleeping form on the ground. It was obviously female; the only one in the group of three, and she was, indeed, asleep. She seemed a bit old to be referred to as "brat" however. Clearly the insult portrayed the young man's thoughts of her.
"Sorry," an almost feminine voice replied before a young teenage boy sat down nearby, setting down the rest of the bundle of dry sticks at his side. Between the two males blazed a fire, their only source of light in the darkness, not to mention warmth until they crawled into their own sleeping bags! Neither seemed quite as exhausted as their female counterpart, so they weren't in a hurry to seek that warmth. "I didn't know she was asleep. That's awfully kind of you, Oshou-sama."
"Che," the first male snorted, prodding the fire and feeding it new wood the younger male had just acquired. "I'm just grateful she's quiet. I don't think I could have taken another complaint."
The younger boy flinched as though guilty, and he was. While not nearly as vocal or often as the girl he had his fair share of complaints... Such as, why was he the one carrying the luggage? Why didn't either of his companions bother to help him?
The young man noticed the cringe and sighed. "At least you have a reason," he said with practiced patience. He seemed to be far more used to this boy's company than their new companion's, which was only natural. He'd been living in the boy's father's tavern for the past year prior to their journey. "And you're not a freeloader," he added almost thoughtfully. "And you can do at least a LITTLE magic..."
The second boy's face flushed with pleasure at the offhanded compliments, though he told himself it was probably only because the older sorcerer felt guilty.
Certainly, sorcerer! This young man was far from ordinary, and his journey was more of a quest of sorts. He was a sorcerer, formerly from the prestigious magic university, the Tower of Fangs. However, certain events had led him to run away from the Tower in search of his adopted sister, Azari... Who was currently, well, not exactly in the most human of states. This man was referred to as "Oshou-sama," or Master, by the young boy, but others that knew him either called him Krylancelo or the new name he had taken on five years ago: Orphen.
The black sorcerer spared the younger one another glance, traces of a frown on his features as he spied him gingerly prodding a spot under his golden hair. "How's your head, Majic?" he asked with unnatural gentleness.
The youth dubbed Majic started, hand falling into his lap. "Ah... Fine, Oshou-sama," he answered, appearing skeptical. "But you--"
Orphen waved a hand, resting his chin on his hand. "Can't have you carrying the luggage if I gave you a concussion, now, can I?" he asked mildly.
Rather than appear insulted, Majic smiled faintly. Clearly this behavior was more familiar to him. "Of course not, Oshou-sama." Quite honestly, though, he knew he'd deserved that punch. Spying on Cleao while bathing, what had he been thinking?! Still, it had SEEMED like a good idea at the time. Whilst Cleao was there and not so distracted she rarely noticed his presence, Orphen was... Well...
But that wasn't his fault. It was Majic's own fault for growing too attached as a child and allowing his admiration to swell into something far more serious than any child his age should have felt... But now it was in complete control, and he was beginning to think there was nothing he could do about it.
Orphen stretched his arms into the air, yawning loudly. "Che, those stupid trolls," he muttered. "Running off with the sword like that... I'll murder Vulcan when I see him!"
A faint smile touched Majic's lips. "I'm sure Cleao will be more than happy to help," he replied, though their earlier encounter with the two had said otherwise. They had caught up with them more or less (actually, they had crossed paths by pure chance) while Cleao was dragging him up Mount Kahlna, but when Majic pointed out that she could go home now that she had possession of the sword, Cleao had quickly changed tactics and left it in the brothers' care, so to speak.
"No doubt," Orphen agreed absently.
Silence fell between the two, not entirely uncomfortable. The older sorcerer seemed at ease, but Majic...
"Oshou-sama?"
"Hm?"
"What kind of sorcerer am I?"
Orphen looked up, blinking. His apprentice had asked the same question only a week or two ago, though then he hadn't been able to tell. Now, though, he had an inkling of the boy's bloodlines.
Sorcerers hadn't always been of multi-talented heritage. Once long, long ago the type of race you were indicates toward your powers. Orphen, for example, was part Majestarte, who were the type of magic-users that could each create their own incantations. He was also part Xertil, a very common blood now, which basically meant he was strongest in the black arts. Black arts were more of the offense type of magic; attacks were a specialty, especially if using a strong element. Even more common than Xertil was the Sinelna, who were the type of spell-casters that needed to use their voice to be able to use their talents. Unknown to the black sorcerer, however, he also had a streak of psychic blood running through his veins; Roure.
Of course, it wasn't his fault he forgot most of his dreams, was it?
"Well," he started lazily, "Considering that light refraction spell you cast the other day, I'd say you're part Majestarte... You remember which kind that was, right?"
The blonde boy nodded. "They can make up their own incantations."
"Correct." Majic glowed beneath the praise; Orphen rarely encouraged him, so it was very special indeed when he did. "I have no idea where you are in regards to black or white magic, but it's safe to say black since it's most common, so most likely you're part Xertil as well." He smirked. "Like me, in both aspects."
Perhaps it was just a trick of the fire's light, but Majic looked as though he were blushing. "All right..."
Orphen blinked and shrugged it off, slanted eyes gazing in a different direction as he pondered. "Most likely Sinelna as well. Nearly every spell-caster has that now. They were a strong race, you know."
Majic nodded. "Because they could shorten their own spells and use them quicker and better in battle?"
Sienna-coloured eyes blinked, clearly taken aback, before the owner of them chuckled. "You're smarter than you act, you know that?"
This time there was no mistaking the red that coloured the young teen's face. "T-Thank you, Oshou-sama..."
Suddenly uncomfortable, Orphen stood and kicked a stone over, dulling the fire. "You'd better get some sleep. We have a ways to go tomorrow." He nudged another stone with his boot until all that was left were dull glows.
Rather than immediately comply, Majic stood up. "What about you, Oshou-sama?"
Orphen scoffed. As though he needed looking after! But Majic did seem truly concerned, so he softened his expression and ruffled the silken hair of his young apprentice. "I'll just go for a walk, all right? If anything tries to attack, I'm sure Cleao will frighten them off with her face if you wake her up, okay?"
A pale arm moved up to push his own away, the boy's expression showing his discontent at being treated as a child clearly. "That's not nice, Oshou-sama."
He shrugged. "If nothing else, I'm sure you can handle it until I get back." With that he turned and walked away, melting rapidly into the night.
Majic sighed softly, wrapping his arms around himself. 'Oshou-sama... What'd I do to make you so uncomfortable around me?' The very thought depressed him; what made it worse was that there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed again, glancing around before finding where his sleeping bag was spread out. He crawled beneath the warmth, resting his head on a rough, makeshift pillow. They were gradually running out of supplies, so he was hoping to run into a town soon. The sooner they could find more things to survive (and accommodate Cleao's comforts to lessen her complaints) the better.
Golden eyelashes came to rest on pale cheeks. 'I'm sorry, Orphen-sama...'
