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rainbowfic2012-07-10 01:53 pm
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2012-07-10 01:53 pm
Bone Black 9; Dove Grey 13; Zing 2
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Broker of Death III
Colors: Bone Black 9. Mourning; Dove Grey 13. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache.; Zing 2. I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: Forbidden
Word Count: 633
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Brief violence against a minor.
Notes: Master Vider loses his patience.
Broker's laughter echoed in the library. "The Followers of Morgause? Seriously? They're a myth perpetuated by the Assembly to keep everyone afraid of us. Don't tell me you believe that crap, Master."
Master Vider steepled his fingers and huffed an exaggerated sigh. "Havard, I have done my best to be patient with you considering recent events, but your attitude of late is lacking."
Broker paced while he flipped through the idiocy Master Vider had handed him. Necromancers? Please. Practicing openly? Absurd. He tossed the book onto his Master's table, sneering, "Maybe my attitude would improve if you weren't trying to sell me on this useless crap. I know you're smarter than this." He met the quiet anger in Master Vider's eyes, trying not to laugh as he said, "And I told you not to call me that anymore."
Master Vider sighed again, something he was apparently practicing to receive his Mastery on, and rubbed his fingertips against his forehead. "Yes. You have. I am not using this ridiculous name you thought up in the heat of your aversion to your own self."
Broker rolled his eyes, tossing his whole head into the gesture. "Will you pick a better name for me? A proper one?"
"No. It is not my right."
He glared at the floor. A stone jut up like a cracked tooth, and he picked at it with his toe. "I like it. It fits."
Another sigh. He was getting pretty good at that. "We will discuss this another time. I want you to study the information I have given you."
Broker copied his Master's sigh and grabbed the book up again. "Fine. I don't see the point. But fine." He opened to a random page, eyeing the wobbly sketch of a "necromancer's circle". "It's just semantics anyway. There's no difference between Seeing and Necromancy."
Master Vider moved so fast he was in front of Broker before the chair finished toppling over. He grabbed Broker by the shoulder and slapped him across the face, putting the full force of his strength behind it. Broker stared, wide-eyed, into a fear and fury he never, ever wanted to see on his Master's face again.
"Don't you dare ever say as such again. Do you understand me, boy? Never."
He fumbled for the words stuck in his throat. "I'm sorry."
Master Vider's expression shifted. He pulled back, touched the side of Broker's neck, briefly, before turning away, hands at his face.
Broker clutched the book to his chest, staring at the back of Master Vider's head. There was nothing in his mind but a vague buzzing; he saw himself walking out of the library, which seemed like an excellent idea but he couldn't make himself move, couldn't stop staring.
Master Vider hadn't told him he was wrong. He was angry that he'd said it, at the words, the phrasing, the meaning, but he hadn't said it was wrong.
He had a feeling the difference, the one beyond semantics, was in the book he'd been tossing around. It was annoying, that Master Vider hardly ever told him anything directly, but it wasn't anything new. He could be such an idiot sometimes.
Master Vider hadn't moved. Broker took a step; no reaction. Okay. He gave Master Vider a wide berth. He didn't expect another strike, not really, but there was an almost tangible... space, maybe. He couldn't identify it.
Maybe he was afraid, a little bit.
At the doorway he looked back to find Master Vider watching him. "I'll start reading it today."
"Thank you. When you have finished we will discuss why I have assigned this reading." He sounded exhausted. Watery. Had he been crying?
"Okay." Another sigh as he turned. "What is it?"
"I should not have done that. I apologize. It won't happen again."
Broker shrugged as he looked away. "I deserved it."
"No. You most certainly did not."
He couldn't think of anything to say to that.
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Broker of Death III
Colors: Bone Black 9. Mourning; Dove Grey 13. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache.; Zing 2. I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: Forbidden
Word Count: 633
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Brief violence against a minor.
Notes: Master Vider loses his patience.
Broker's laughter echoed in the library. "The Followers of Morgause? Seriously? They're a myth perpetuated by the Assembly to keep everyone afraid of us. Don't tell me you believe that crap, Master."
Master Vider steepled his fingers and huffed an exaggerated sigh. "Havard, I have done my best to be patient with you considering recent events, but your attitude of late is lacking."
Broker paced while he flipped through the idiocy Master Vider had handed him. Necromancers? Please. Practicing openly? Absurd. He tossed the book onto his Master's table, sneering, "Maybe my attitude would improve if you weren't trying to sell me on this useless crap. I know you're smarter than this." He met the quiet anger in Master Vider's eyes, trying not to laugh as he said, "And I told you not to call me that anymore."
Master Vider sighed again, something he was apparently practicing to receive his Mastery on, and rubbed his fingertips against his forehead. "Yes. You have. I am not using this ridiculous name you thought up in the heat of your aversion to your own self."
Broker rolled his eyes, tossing his whole head into the gesture. "Will you pick a better name for me? A proper one?"
"No. It is not my right."
He glared at the floor. A stone jut up like a cracked tooth, and he picked at it with his toe. "I like it. It fits."
Another sigh. He was getting pretty good at that. "We will discuss this another time. I want you to study the information I have given you."
Broker copied his Master's sigh and grabbed the book up again. "Fine. I don't see the point. But fine." He opened to a random page, eyeing the wobbly sketch of a "necromancer's circle". "It's just semantics anyway. There's no difference between Seeing and Necromancy."
Master Vider moved so fast he was in front of Broker before the chair finished toppling over. He grabbed Broker by the shoulder and slapped him across the face, putting the full force of his strength behind it. Broker stared, wide-eyed, into a fear and fury he never, ever wanted to see on his Master's face again.
"Don't you dare ever say as such again. Do you understand me, boy? Never."
He fumbled for the words stuck in his throat. "I'm sorry."
Master Vider's expression shifted. He pulled back, touched the side of Broker's neck, briefly, before turning away, hands at his face.
Broker clutched the book to his chest, staring at the back of Master Vider's head. There was nothing in his mind but a vague buzzing; he saw himself walking out of the library, which seemed like an excellent idea but he couldn't make himself move, couldn't stop staring.
Master Vider hadn't told him he was wrong. He was angry that he'd said it, at the words, the phrasing, the meaning, but he hadn't said it was wrong.
He had a feeling the difference, the one beyond semantics, was in the book he'd been tossing around. It was annoying, that Master Vider hardly ever told him anything directly, but it wasn't anything new. He could be such an idiot sometimes.
Master Vider hadn't moved. Broker took a step; no reaction. Okay. He gave Master Vider a wide berth. He didn't expect another strike, not really, but there was an almost tangible... space, maybe. He couldn't identify it.
Maybe he was afraid, a little bit.
At the doorway he looked back to find Master Vider watching him. "I'll start reading it today."
"Thank you. When you have finished we will discuss why I have assigned this reading." He sounded exhausted. Watery. Had he been crying?
"Okay." Another sigh as he turned. "What is it?"
"I should not have done that. I apologize. It won't happen again."
Broker shrugged as he looked away. "I deserved it."
"No. You most certainly did not."
He couldn't think of anything to say to that.