It's My Birthday & I'll Meme If I Want To
So my birthday's tomorrow, and instead of getting presents, I've decided to sort of go the hobbit route and give things to others. Which means that it's time for a meme!
Comment with any sort of prompt, and I'll try to write something back for it asap.It might be a drabble, a one-shot, a small part of a larger work, or even just some vague ( Read more... )
Comment with any sort of prompt, and I'll try to write something back for it asap.It might be a drabble, a one-shot, a small part of a larger work, or even just some vague ( Read more... )
Warnings: None Applicable
Notes: I ended up using the prompt as the first line. It was too perfect not to. :D
"Marcus knew he was fucked the moment he saw the new mage leaning against the brick wall and lighting up a cigarette with a flame he conjured with a snap of his pale fingers.”
His dark clothes were ripped and singed in all of the wrong places, he had a large scar running down his jaw, and all Marcus could think of was that he was absolutely not, under any circumstances, going to be dealing with this guy. His blond hair was sticking out in every direction, and dried blood was caked all over him.
He may have looked like a mess, but his voice was even when he spoke, his accent curling through his words almost as much as the smoke he was exhaling. “You’re the Eagle.” It wasn’t a question.
Marcus worked to hide his flinch. Nobody called him that, not unless they were looking for a safe haven. And Marcus didn’t do that anymore. No way, no how.
Even if the mage in question did look like he’d be devastatingly handsome underneath all of his grime. The fact of the matter was, Marcus had finished with that life a long time ago, and he had no intentions of going back to it.
Which is why he was surprised to hear himself say, “Yeah, I am. Grab some groceries from the car if you want in.” He gestured behind him, towards the place where his car was sitting with the back door open, and a few extra bags from his shopping trip sprawling out the door.
The man’s expression hardened, and he stayed against the wall of Marcus’s shop. “I’m here for sanctuary, not to apply to be your mage-slave.”
Marcus bit back a sigh. Great. This guy had an attitude the size of Texas. “I don’t have any mage-slaves, and I don’t want one. But I do want to get my groceries inside.” He ignored the way the strangers eyes narrowed. “So if you help me now, I’ll consider helping you later.”
“You’ll consider it? That’s not good enough.” It was almost as if the mage was offering to help Marcus, and not the other way around. “I won’t just walk into your house without knowing I’ll be safe.”
If the stranger thought Marcus was going to sit around and play this game, he was mistaken. He’d spent half of his day working to strengthen his leg, and had only just managed to get some groceries on his way home. He was exhausted, and he just wanted to get his things put away and fall asleep. He didn’t have the energy for working to reassure a freaked-out mage. Not anymore.
“Fine, then. Good luck out there.”
Without looking back, Marcus walked out of the alley and to his front door. If the mage didn’t want to stick around, than he could just stay out there and figure out how to handle the Authorities - and whatever charges were being held against him - on his own.
Not that Marcus thought for one second that he would. If mages were in so much trouble that they were coming to him, well, then they were pretty much out of other options.
So Marcus wasn’t surprised when he heard his car door shut, and the man walk up behind him. “Are you going to let me in now, or do I have to cook dinner for you, too?”
Yeah, Marcus definitely didn’t need to deal with this shit tonight. Still, he unlocked his door and waved the man through, cursing himself for being a doormat the entire time.
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I adore, how you write *adore* it.
OH FUCK.
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