:: 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: PG-13
Pairings: Orphen+Azari, Cleao+Orphen, Majic+Orphen, Hartia+Krylancelo, Rai/Hartia
Warnings: AU, shounen ai, mild language, some gore
Notes: Whee, more plot stuff! And more cuteness! *grin* This is becoming MUCH more fun to work on. Maybe it's just me and my morbid fascination with blondes and blood... o.o;; But we won't get into that, will we? *sweatdrop* Eh heh...
(( "Kry... lancelo... -sama..." The small body shuddered, a pale hand flying up to cover a bloodstained mouth as coughs wracked the child, blood practically spurting from between his fingers as he approached the brink of death.
Orphen was terrified. Only one other thing could make him feel this afraid, and that was the concept of never seeing Azari again. But witnessing young Majic's death, a death that simply could never have happened, also scared him.
"What's wrong, damnit?!" He grasped the boy's shoulders, shaking him violently. "Why do I keep dreaming this?! WHY? And why can't I ever remember when I wake up?!"
Dream-Majic gasped for air, his bloody hand reaching up to touch Orphen's hand. It felt solid but like nothing, something that really creeped Orphen out. The blood smeared on his hand, but somehow Orphen knew it wouldn't feel sticky or warm, nor would it have any taste... It was very disturbing.
"S... Sou..."
Orphen blinked. What? Who was this 'Sou' person?
"Souari..." He shuddered then, doubling over in Orphen's lap, having another coughing fit. Orphen gripped the boy's slender arms tightly, knowing this time he wouldn't rise.
"Who the hell is Souari?! What's going on? Majic? MAJIC!" ))
There was a soft rustle of blankets as Majic shifted restlessly, eyeing his master with concern across the blazing campfire. It had been getting colder the longer they traveled; surely autumn was upon them. But it also seemed that Orphen's nightmares had been getting progressively worse each night, and he wasn't the only one to notice. Cleao had mentioned it, too.
'What could be hurting you so much, Oshou-sama?' he wondered, gently pushing the blankets away from his body. He crawled around the fire, trying not to bump Cleao or wake either of his companions. He knelt beside the brunette sorcerer and could only feel helpless as the man's eyes clenched shut tightly, sweat clinging to his face like morning dew to grass.
It had been so long since he'd done this, watch Orphen while he slept. At first he'd been wary of Cleao, but as he grew more comfortable with her he also became more confident with himself and the things he did. He knew she had a crush on the black sorcerer, maybe even loved him... He even acknowledged the fact that the two got along surprisingly well, despite their constant arguments.
It didn't make him feel any better about it, but hey, there was nothing he could do, right? Exactly like there was nothing he could have done about Hartia's loving Krylancelo, back at the Tower of Fangs...
Should he...? Well, just as long as it didn't wake him up. And even if it did, he was somewhat sure he could explain he was simply concerned...
Majic reached out, gently soothing stray strands of the object of his affection's hair. When Orphen calmed somewhat but still didn't wake, he dared to trace the pad of his forefinger across the headband, red as blood, reflecting crimson in the ever-flickering fire. His touch rose across the slant of his eyebrow, feather-light, and then down his face. He felt warm, his face heating with a blush.
'Orphen-sama... I wish you could forget everything bad that ever happened to you.' He paused to think about that. 'No... I just wish you had peace of mind. We need bad experiences, right? To help us grow... Or do they sometimes hinder our growth?'
It was a good question, really. Ever since the horrible thing with Azari, Orphen had only thought of her, putting her above everything else. If asked, he'd probably put her well-being above his own life... Much in the way Majic would to him, he realized. So was he, too, not growing and accepting? Had he not been able to love Fiena because he was blinded by all and everything that was Orphen?
Majic shivered, drawing his hand back. That thought frightened him. Yes, he loved Orphen; he really did! He didn't care about his faults, he even thought that, most of the time, they made him that much more attractive!
But to be so blinded that you didn't care about yourself... That was wrong. Majic just KNEW it was, and it scared him that he and Orphen were just like that.
But wasn't it supposed to be right? Wasn't it supposed to mean that you simply loved them that much?
Or did it mean that you would kill for them as well? Would you kill yourself for them? Majic loved Orphen, but he was afraid of death; he would kill himself unless it would possibly save Orphen's life in any way, or anyone else's for that matter!
But didn't THAT mean he didn't love him enough?
"Majic?"
The husky whisper broke through his thoughts, startling him so bad he nearly fell back into the fire. "Oshou-sama!"
Sienna-coloured eyes widened and automatically reached out, jerking Majic well out of the flame's reach. "Watch it," he hissed, looking far more alarmed than he should have.
"I... I'm sorry, Oshou-sama," he whispered, feeling his already flushed face grow hotter when Orphen didn't remove his arm from his shoulders. "Um..."
Orphen didn't seem to notice their position, which was actually rather sweet. Majic looked like a boy crawled into his older brother's bed, being held comfortingly, leaning against Orphen's broad chest. He ducked his head, trying to chase embarrassing images from his mind. 'No, no, no! Number one rule; don't think of Orphen-sama THAT way when he touches you in any way, shape or form! No matter WHAT!'
But he couldn't help it. He was just so warm and comfortable, being so close... Close, he realized, like he'd never been before.
"Why are you up?" Orphen muttered, shifting whilst trying not to wake the nearby slumbering Cleao.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare," the blonde apprentice answered truthfully. "I was worried."
"I'm touched," came the half-sarcastic answer. It was only a weak-hearted attempt to be an ass, so Majic made no comment, nor did he feel insulted. "But why were you awake before that?"
Majic yawned. "Couldn't sleep." Orphen gave him an odd look and he smiled sheepishly; he was growing tired now, so he knew that sounded weird to the older sorcerer.
"Really."
"Really," he insisted. His eyelids felt heavy now, though, and he unconsciously snuggled closer to the older sorcerer. "But... Oshou-sama..."
"Hm?"
"You won't be having more nightmares, will you?"
He could feel the young man's eyes on him, even though he couldn't see it. Unseen to him, Orphen smiled faintly. "No," he answered, managing to sound flat regardless. "I doubt it."
"Um... Good..." He yawned again, his head turning to the side slightly as he finally drifted off, his chest rising and falling with slow, even breathing.
Orphen sighed, feeling slightly bad for worrying the boy. But he remembered his dream this time, and it really disturbed him. He was just grateful Majic hadn't asked what it was! Then he really would have felt bad, saying he dreamt of him dying a bloody and painful death.
And wasn't THAT the optimistic kind of thing every apprentice wanted to hear?
He knew it would look strange to Cleao in the morning, but quite frankly, he didn't care at the moment. It would take too much effort to move the boy, especially since he was still tired himself. Aside from that, Majic just looked so... Peaceful. Perhaps it was just his strange protectiveness toward the boy, but he didn't want to ruin that peacefulness while it was there.
He slowly eased Majic down, taking great care not to disturb him too much. He only stirred slightly, but then was still again.
'At least one of us will have pleasant dreams tonight,' he thought, pulling the blanket over both of them. Then he glanced at Cleao's prone form, the slight smile on her lips, and he snorted to himself.
'Okay, maybe two...'
Sorcerous Stabber Orphen
Sequel to Satin Blaze
Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Orphen+Azari, Cleao+Orphen, Majic+Orphen, Hartia+Krylancelo, Rai/Hartia
Warnings: AU, shounen ai, mild language, some gore
Notes: Whee, more plot stuff! And more cuteness! *grin* This is becoming MUCH more fun to work on. Maybe it's just me and my morbid fascination with blondes and blood... o.o;; But we won't get into that, will we? *sweatdrop* Eh heh...
(( "Kry... lancelo... -sama..." The small body shuddered, a pale hand flying up to cover a bloodstained mouth as coughs wracked the child, blood practically spurting from between his fingers as he approached the brink of death.
Orphen was terrified. Only one other thing could make him feel this afraid, and that was the concept of never seeing Azari again. But witnessing young Majic's death, a death that simply could never have happened, also scared him.
"What's wrong, damnit?!" He grasped the boy's shoulders, shaking him violently. "Why do I keep dreaming this?! WHY? And why can't I ever remember when I wake up?!"
Dream-Majic gasped for air, his bloody hand reaching up to touch Orphen's hand. It felt solid but like nothing, something that really creeped Orphen out. The blood smeared on his hand, but somehow Orphen knew it wouldn't feel sticky or warm, nor would it have any taste... It was very disturbing.
"S... Sou..."
Orphen blinked. What? Who was this 'Sou' person?
"Souari..." He shuddered then, doubling over in Orphen's lap, having another coughing fit. Orphen gripped the boy's slender arms tightly, knowing this time he wouldn't rise.
"Who the hell is Souari?! What's going on? Majic? MAJIC!" ))
There was a soft rustle of blankets as Majic shifted restlessly, eyeing his master with concern across the blazing campfire. It had been getting colder the longer they traveled; surely autumn was upon them. But it also seemed that Orphen's nightmares had been getting progressively worse each night, and he wasn't the only one to notice. Cleao had mentioned it, too.
'What could be hurting you so much, Oshou-sama?' he wondered, gently pushing the blankets away from his body. He crawled around the fire, trying not to bump Cleao or wake either of his companions. He knelt beside the brunette sorcerer and could only feel helpless as the man's eyes clenched shut tightly, sweat clinging to his face like morning dew to grass.
It had been so long since he'd done this, watch Orphen while he slept. At first he'd been wary of Cleao, but as he grew more comfortable with her he also became more confident with himself and the things he did. He knew she had a crush on the black sorcerer, maybe even loved him... He even acknowledged the fact that the two got along surprisingly well, despite their constant arguments.
It didn't make him feel any better about it, but hey, there was nothing he could do, right? Exactly like there was nothing he could have done about Hartia's loving Krylancelo, back at the Tower of Fangs...
Should he...? Well, just as long as it didn't wake him up. And even if it did, he was somewhat sure he could explain he was simply concerned...
Majic reached out, gently soothing stray strands of the object of his affection's hair. When Orphen calmed somewhat but still didn't wake, he dared to trace the pad of his forefinger across the headband, red as blood, reflecting crimson in the ever-flickering fire. His touch rose across the slant of his eyebrow, feather-light, and then down his face. He felt warm, his face heating with a blush.
'Orphen-sama... I wish you could forget everything bad that ever happened to you.' He paused to think about that. 'No... I just wish you had peace of mind. We need bad experiences, right? To help us grow... Or do they sometimes hinder our growth?'
It was a good question, really. Ever since the horrible thing with Azari, Orphen had only thought of her, putting her above everything else. If asked, he'd probably put her well-being above his own life... Much in the way Majic would to him, he realized. So was he, too, not growing and accepting? Had he not been able to love Fiena because he was blinded by all and everything that was Orphen?
Majic shivered, drawing his hand back. That thought frightened him. Yes, he loved Orphen; he really did! He didn't care about his faults, he even thought that, most of the time, they made him that much more attractive!
But to be so blinded that you didn't care about yourself... That was wrong. Majic just KNEW it was, and it scared him that he and Orphen were just like that.
But wasn't it supposed to be right? Wasn't it supposed to mean that you simply loved them that much?
Or did it mean that you would kill for them as well? Would you kill yourself for them? Majic loved Orphen, but he was afraid of death; he would kill himself unless it would possibly save Orphen's life in any way, or anyone else's for that matter!
But didn't THAT mean he didn't love him enough?
"Majic?"
The husky whisper broke through his thoughts, startling him so bad he nearly fell back into the fire. "Oshou-sama!"
Sienna-coloured eyes widened and automatically reached out, jerking Majic well out of the flame's reach. "Watch it," he hissed, looking far more alarmed than he should have.
"I... I'm sorry, Oshou-sama," he whispered, feeling his already flushed face grow hotter when Orphen didn't remove his arm from his shoulders. "Um..."
Orphen didn't seem to notice their position, which was actually rather sweet. Majic looked like a boy crawled into his older brother's bed, being held comfortingly, leaning against Orphen's broad chest. He ducked his head, trying to chase embarrassing images from his mind. 'No, no, no! Number one rule; don't think of Orphen-sama THAT way when he touches you in any way, shape or form! No matter WHAT!'
But he couldn't help it. He was just so warm and comfortable, being so close... Close, he realized, like he'd never been before.
"Why are you up?" Orphen muttered, shifting whilst trying not to wake the nearby slumbering Cleao.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare," the blonde apprentice answered truthfully. "I was worried."
"I'm touched," came the half-sarcastic answer. It was only a weak-hearted attempt to be an ass, so Majic made no comment, nor did he feel insulted. "But why were you awake before that?"
Majic yawned. "Couldn't sleep." Orphen gave him an odd look and he smiled sheepishly; he was growing tired now, so he knew that sounded weird to the older sorcerer.
"Really."
"Really," he insisted. His eyelids felt heavy now, though, and he unconsciously snuggled closer to the older sorcerer. "But... Oshou-sama..."
"Hm?"
"You won't be having more nightmares, will you?"
He could feel the young man's eyes on him, even though he couldn't see it. Unseen to him, Orphen smiled faintly. "No," he answered, managing to sound flat regardless. "I doubt it."
"Um... Good..." He yawned again, his head turning to the side slightly as he finally drifted off, his chest rising and falling with slow, even breathing.
Orphen sighed, feeling slightly bad for worrying the boy. But he remembered his dream this time, and it really disturbed him. He was just grateful Majic hadn't asked what it was! Then he really would have felt bad, saying he dreamt of him dying a bloody and painful death.
And wasn't THAT the optimistic kind of thing every apprentice wanted to hear?
He knew it would look strange to Cleao in the morning, but quite frankly, he didn't care at the moment. It would take too much effort to move the boy, especially since he was still tired himself. Aside from that, Majic just looked so... Peaceful. Perhaps it was just his strange protectiveness toward the boy, but he didn't want to ruin that peacefulness while it was there.
He slowly eased Majic down, taking great care not to disturb him too much. He only stirred slightly, but then was still again.
'At least one of us will have pleasant dreams tonight,' he thought, pulling the blanket over both of them. Then he glanced at Cleao's prone form, the slight smile on her lips, and he snorted to himself.
'Okay, maybe two...'
