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rainbowfic2013-09-03 10:29 am
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2013-09-03 10:29 am
Summertime Blues 6, Transparent 9, Sulphur 1
Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Fight
Colors: Summertime Blues 6. Heat does strange things to people., Transparent 9. Shift, Sulphur 1. Snake
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Pastels (first fight), Glitter ("Nothing can wear you out like caring about people." – S.E. Hinton)
Word Count: 760
Rating: R
Warnings: Domestic fight, very VERY small (accidental) threat of violence.
Summary: Mitchell and Cagri have their first fight. Concrit welcome.
Mitchell stood in the middle of his apartment, wiping sweat from his face. Having nearly literally turned his apartment upside down had not only not located his necklace but had also turned his normally cluttered-but-neat living room into oh-Lady-did-a-tornado-hit. He was going to put a Ladyforsaken tracking spell on the damned thing. When he found it. Which he would. It was here somewhere.
He glared at the knock at the door; expecting no-one, he waved a smattering of magic to unlock and open it. I'm-an-angry-wizard-go-away didn't generally work on his alfar neighbors, but it was worth a shot.
Cagri stood at the door, blinking. "You were not answering your phone."
Mitchell made an ugly face and gestured aimlessly. "I'm busy."
"I see," Cagri said slowly, propping himself up against the doorframe. "Are you looking for your air conditioner? It's in the window."
"Lady's sake it's broken," Mitchell muttered. "Not really in the mood for you right now."
"For me," he said in that same careful tone. "I apologize for wondering why my boyfriend has refrained from answering any attempts at communication for, oh, three days now? You could tell me why you're angry with me, at the very least."
Mitchell rolled his eyes. "In or out, Cag." Cagri raised one trimmed eyebrow -- his glamour did, anyway, he couldn't actually pull that off -- and closed the door as he stepped inside. "Could you not look at the place like someone died in it?"
"How would anyone ever know?" Cagri murmured.
Mitchell strode to the kitchen, magic flaring. "Yeah sorry we don't all live in upper class high-rises. Some of us have to actually work for a living."
"Oh pardon me, shall I go find someone who isn't intimidated by my family's wealth?"
Mitchell sneered at the air. "I'd tell you to go fuck yourself but you already have a line of people willing to, so what do you need me for?"
He tamped down his magic in the following silence, gripping the sink. The metal felt nice but didn't stay cool for long.
"I would never do that to you," Cagri said.
"Yeah? Then who was that you were with Tuesday night?"
"Were you following me?"
Mitchell whirled. "I don't sit around all day when we're not together, Cagri. I was leaving a job and I saw you in that outdoor cafe, Lady drown you so don't stand there and tell me you wouldn't do what I saw you doing!"
Cagri stepped away, eyes wide, and Mitchell realized his power had flared up again, coiling around and around as a snake ready to strike. He turned back to the sink, hand clutching his mouth. Lady forsake him he had more discipline that this but for Cagri to say that when he knew--
Mitchell shut his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.
"Mitchell," Cagri said, voice shaking, and stopped. Mitchell bowed his head. "I don't know what you saw," Cagri started again, voice calmer, "but her name is Izzet. We were together for several years. She ended it when... she ended it. The other night she expressed regret, and she did kiss me, but I immediately pushed her away."
"Oh," Mitchell said. His magic buzzed unhappily, retreating into his self. "Oh," he said again, unable to think of anything else.
He jumped when Cagri touched his back. "Are you all right?"
"Am I all right?" Mitchell shook his head. "After what I just did--"
"You did nothing." Cagri slipped an arm around his middle. "Were the situation reversed, I would have shown my teeth as well."
Mitchell laced his fingers with Cag's. "I'm sorry."
"Accepted." Cagri pulled him around so they faced each other. "Now, what were you looking for that made you rip your home apart?"
Mitchell rubbed his eyes. "My necklace."
Cagri hummed, tapping Mitchell's collarbone. "Your little excalibur, yes?" His eyes unfocussed as he dropped his glamour. Mitchell felt something stir, not a working as he knew it but magic-related. Like Cag's glamour. After a moment Cagri opened the freezer, pulling out the silver chain and sword pendant. "Voila."
Mitchell grinned. "How did you do that?"
"It feels like you. Perhaps more importantly, why is it in your freezer?" Cagri cocked his head. "Were you drinking?"
"Yes," Mitchell snorted. He put the necklace on, shuddering at the cold on his skin.
"Better," Cagri said. "Now, put some real clothes on. You're taking me to your Pixies Cup and buying me lunch."
auguris'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: Fight
Colors: Summertime Blues 6. Heat does strange things to people., Transparent 9. Shift, Sulphur 1. Snake
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Pastels (first fight), Glitter ("Nothing can wear you out like caring about people." – S.E. Hinton)
Word Count: 760
Rating: R
Warnings: Domestic fight, very VERY small (accidental) threat of violence.
Summary: Mitchell and Cagri have their first fight. Concrit welcome.
Mitchell stood in the middle of his apartment, wiping sweat from his face. Having nearly literally turned his apartment upside down had not only not located his necklace but had also turned his normally cluttered-but-neat living room into oh-Lady-did-a-tornado-hit. He was going to put a Ladyforsaken tracking spell on the damned thing. When he found it. Which he would. It was here somewhere.
He glared at the knock at the door; expecting no-one, he waved a smattering of magic to unlock and open it. I'm-an-angry-wizard-go-away didn't generally work on his alfar neighbors, but it was worth a shot.
Cagri stood at the door, blinking. "You were not answering your phone."
Mitchell made an ugly face and gestured aimlessly. "I'm busy."
"I see," Cagri said slowly, propping himself up against the doorframe. "Are you looking for your air conditioner? It's in the window."
"Lady's sake it's broken," Mitchell muttered. "Not really in the mood for you right now."
"For me," he said in that same careful tone. "I apologize for wondering why my boyfriend has refrained from answering any attempts at communication for, oh, three days now? You could tell me why you're angry with me, at the very least."
Mitchell rolled his eyes. "In or out, Cag." Cagri raised one trimmed eyebrow -- his glamour did, anyway, he couldn't actually pull that off -- and closed the door as he stepped inside. "Could you not look at the place like someone died in it?"
"How would anyone ever know?" Cagri murmured.
Mitchell strode to the kitchen, magic flaring. "Yeah sorry we don't all live in upper class high-rises. Some of us have to actually work for a living."
"Oh pardon me, shall I go find someone who isn't intimidated by my family's wealth?"
Mitchell sneered at the air. "I'd tell you to go fuck yourself but you already have a line of people willing to, so what do you need me for?"
He tamped down his magic in the following silence, gripping the sink. The metal felt nice but didn't stay cool for long.
"I would never do that to you," Cagri said.
"Yeah? Then who was that you were with Tuesday night?"
"Were you following me?"
Mitchell whirled. "I don't sit around all day when we're not together, Cagri. I was leaving a job and I saw you in that outdoor cafe, Lady drown you so don't stand there and tell me you wouldn't do what I saw you doing!"
Cagri stepped away, eyes wide, and Mitchell realized his power had flared up again, coiling around and around as a snake ready to strike. He turned back to the sink, hand clutching his mouth. Lady forsake him he had more discipline that this but for Cagri to say that when he knew--
Mitchell shut his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.
"Mitchell," Cagri said, voice shaking, and stopped. Mitchell bowed his head. "I don't know what you saw," Cagri started again, voice calmer, "but her name is Izzet. We were together for several years. She ended it when... she ended it. The other night she expressed regret, and she did kiss me, but I immediately pushed her away."
"Oh," Mitchell said. His magic buzzed unhappily, retreating into his self. "Oh," he said again, unable to think of anything else.
He jumped when Cagri touched his back. "Are you all right?"
"Am I all right?" Mitchell shook his head. "After what I just did--"
"You did nothing." Cagri slipped an arm around his middle. "Were the situation reversed, I would have shown my teeth as well."
Mitchell laced his fingers with Cag's. "I'm sorry."
"Accepted." Cagri pulled him around so they faced each other. "Now, what were you looking for that made you rip your home apart?"
Mitchell rubbed his eyes. "My necklace."
Cagri hummed, tapping Mitchell's collarbone. "Your little excalibur, yes?" His eyes unfocussed as he dropped his glamour. Mitchell felt something stir, not a working as he knew it but magic-related. Like Cag's glamour. After a moment Cagri opened the freezer, pulling out the silver chain and sword pendant. "Voila."
Mitchell grinned. "How did you do that?"
"It feels like you. Perhaps more importantly, why is it in your freezer?" Cagri cocked his head. "Were you drinking?"
"Yes," Mitchell snorted. He put the necklace on, shuddering at the cold on his skin.
"Better," Cagri said. "Now, put some real clothes on. You're taking me to your Pixies Cup and buying me lunch."