Original: "Mirror, Makur" (Slash)
Written for Sunday Snuggles last night after I finished "Gingerbread Man" and "Rain and Cocoa Kisses". I just didn't feel like posting it here because I was tired. But for the sake of uniformity, here it is.
Please forgive the cheese. :D it's a bit random.
Mirror, Makur
Tyler dodged the dragon’s fireball. “Got any other bright ideas?!” He yelled at his handheld mirror.
Makur glared up from the flat surface, “How was I supposed to know-Duck!” Tyler threw himself down just in time for another fireball to go over his head. He cradled the mirror in both hands to keep it from breaking. Quickly he rolled to the side to avoid the dragon’s follow up shot. Up ahead he could see the cave’s entrance.
“On the count of three,” he said to Makur, though where he went Makur would naturally follow being the resident of the mirror he was holding. He was near hysterics, understandably so. After all, a week ago he had still been on Earth where his greatest worry was the English test on Monday. Which he so totally failed seeing as how he failed to show up. That sort of thing happens, apparently, when you find a nifty looking mirror at a yard sale. Next thing you know, oops! you’re in another world fighting off dragons and wizards.
He blamed Makur. “One. Two…”
“Three!” Makur shouted as he saw the dragon preparing for another blast over Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler ran in a burst of speed he didn’t know he had in him. He sailed through the entrance to the cave and kept on going.
“Your left!” Makur called out, “there’s trees!”
“So?” Tyler huffed out as his stride evened.
“Dragons cannot fly in trees! Nay, they cannot even walk! They are too big. It will be your best bet.” Tyler veered off and reached the forest in minutes. He slowed to a jog on the uneven path he found leading into it. A few minutes later he heard the dragon pass over and fly away and he slowed to a walk.
There was silence for a bit before Makur spoke, “that was some excellent running.”
“Thanks,” he puffed, still trying to catch his breath, “track. Three years goin’.”
“I have no clue what that means. Hopefully that’s a good thing.”
Tyler grinned down at him, “In this case? Yeah.”
Makur smiled up from the mirror. It was glass set in a wood frame with a long, slender dragon carved curling around the edges. The tail of the dragon was the handle by which Tyler held it. Makur himself was a young man, early twenties, and had dark black hair that fell below his shoulders, black eyes, and olive skin. If they could stand side by side he’d be a stark contrast with Tyler whose blonde hair had been bleached even lighter by hours in the sun, running, and pale gray eyes.
“So…the dragon’s cave was clearly a bust.”
“I apologize; I did not know that the dragon was home, he’s usually out. Though, he does have a book of spells.” Makur said.
Tyler sighed, “It’s alright, even if he did I wouldn’t know how to read it. That magic that apparently lets us talk, clearly doesn’t factor in the necessity of reading. I’ll just have to find another way to get home.”
“If only I wasn’t in this mirror,” Makur lamented, “I could send you home myself.” The once wizard sighed.
Tyler shrugged; there really was no answer for that. They fell into silence again, but it was companionable and so neither felt the need to break it. Tyler held up Makur so he could see the road and switched hands every now and them.
“What is that?” Makur said.
“What?”
“Over there, sunward, there looks to be a cottage. Mayhap we can buy supplies.”
Tyler shaded his eyes; he could barely make it out, but headed towards it. He knocked on the door after he tucked Makur into his ragged jacket pocket. “Hello?”
“Yes?” Came a voice from behind. Tyler whirled to see a man much of the same coloring as Makur-not surprising considering they were on Makur’s homeland.
“H-hello. Um. I’m Ty-Makur. I’m hoping I could buy some lunch and directions. I’m kinda lost.” He grinned sheepishly, half at his slip-up; Tyler was not a name from this world and it caused too many questions.
“Of course!” The man said. “Come in, come in!” He held the door open, but as Tyler stepped over the threshold he cried out in pain at the same time as Makur cried from his pocket. The young boy found himself on the floor with the stranger over him.
“What have we here?” The man plucked the mirror from his pocket, “Interesting. Trying to spy on me are we?”
“What?” Tyler gasped, “No! Give him back!”
“Ha! You are a fool, trying to sneak in here with Makur. You don’t think I have spells in place to prevent my curses from coming back to haunt me?”
“Sehtris, let the boy go!” Makur shouted, realizing who held him.
Sehtris smiled with perverse pleasure, “No, I don’t think I will. My last boy died, terrible accident you know, I have been needing a new one.”
“When I get out of here…” Makur growled.
“Well, that is the funny thing isn’t it? You’re not getting out. Mirror, Mirror, in my hand…hmm. I don’t have anything to ask you.” Sehtris said, “Oh well. It was nice seeing you again, Makur.” He dropped the mirror to the ground and stomped on it, grinding the pieces beneath his heel.
“No!” Tyler wretched himself from the floor and dove at Sehtris. Caught unawares the wizard tumbled to the floor. Tyler disentangled himself and grabbed a piece of mirror off the floor, cutting himself on it. “Makur! You bastard, don’t leave me here!”
“I don’t know what that means but I’ll choose to not be offended. Tyler, you need to get out of here!” The shard in his hand was the largest piece and had a bit of his eye almost down to his mouth on it.
The piece of mirror was wrenched out of Tyler’s hand, cutting him more and leaving blood everywhere.
“Naughty boy,” Sehtris said kicking Tyler over and placing a foot on his chest. I’m going to have to throw this piece far away. The curse can’t be broken, after all, if he’s not all there.”
Tyler grasped at the floor for something and happened upon another piece of mirror. He grabbed in and jabbed it into Sehtris’s leg. Howling the wizard dropped the piece and Tyler threw the wizard off of him and grabbed it.
“Tyler! Run! Leave me!”
Tyler’s vision blurred and he realized that he was crying, “I just want you to know-“
“Run!”
“I love you!” He kissed the mirror piece. There was a loud cracking sound and the colors misted off the glass to form a figure in the room. The being was visibly startled, and Sehtris cried out the beginnings of a new spell, but Makur said a few words that hurt Tyler’s head and Sehtris disappeared with a pop. A rat was in his place that quickly scurried away.
“Blood, tears, and love, all pretty strong curse breaker ingredients if you ask me.” Makur said from his new vantage point outside the mirror. “If I had known you loved me I would have suggested it sooner.”
Tyler threw himself into Makur’s arms. “Bastard.”
“Still don’t know what that means. Don’t think I want to.” Makur hugged him back, although he had to bend to do so. He was surprised to find out that he was quite a bit taller than the boy.
“It means you’re a bastard.”
“Ah, well, that clears things up.” There was silence, then they reluctantly let go of each other as they each remembered themselves and became shy.
Tyler looked down at the floor and saw the evidence of the fight just now, “whew, man. I’ll be so glad when I can sleep in my own bed!” He said without sinking.
“Ah…Well, I suppose I can send you back now.” Makur said.
“ah…yeah. I do have homework I guess.” Tyler rubbed the back of his neck.
“If-” Makur started, and then stopped.
“If…?” Tyler said hopefully.
“Well, I am a wizard…this doesn’t have to be goodbye…”
“I’d like that,” Tyler said.
“So would I,” Makur replied.
Tyler snorted as he thought of something funny, “Mirror, mirror.”
“Oh no! Please stop!” Makur groaned. “I heard that so many times I’m sick of it!”
“Mirror Mirror in my hand,” Tyler continued, “Who do you love most in the land?”
“You, you silly boy.” Makur bent down and kissed him. “You.”
Please forgive the cheese. :D it's a bit random.
Mirror, Makur
Tyler dodged the dragon’s fireball. “Got any other bright ideas?!” He yelled at his handheld mirror.
Makur glared up from the flat surface, “How was I supposed to know-Duck!” Tyler threw himself down just in time for another fireball to go over his head. He cradled the mirror in both hands to keep it from breaking. Quickly he rolled to the side to avoid the dragon’s follow up shot. Up ahead he could see the cave’s entrance.
“On the count of three,” he said to Makur, though where he went Makur would naturally follow being the resident of the mirror he was holding. He was near hysterics, understandably so. After all, a week ago he had still been on Earth where his greatest worry was the English test on Monday. Which he so totally failed seeing as how he failed to show up. That sort of thing happens, apparently, when you find a nifty looking mirror at a yard sale. Next thing you know, oops! you’re in another world fighting off dragons and wizards.
He blamed Makur. “One. Two…”
“Three!” Makur shouted as he saw the dragon preparing for another blast over Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler ran in a burst of speed he didn’t know he had in him. He sailed through the entrance to the cave and kept on going.
“Your left!” Makur called out, “there’s trees!”
“So?” Tyler huffed out as his stride evened.
“Dragons cannot fly in trees! Nay, they cannot even walk! They are too big. It will be your best bet.” Tyler veered off and reached the forest in minutes. He slowed to a jog on the uneven path he found leading into it. A few minutes later he heard the dragon pass over and fly away and he slowed to a walk.
There was silence for a bit before Makur spoke, “that was some excellent running.”
“Thanks,” he puffed, still trying to catch his breath, “track. Three years goin’.”
“I have no clue what that means. Hopefully that’s a good thing.”
Tyler grinned down at him, “In this case? Yeah.”
Makur smiled up from the mirror. It was glass set in a wood frame with a long, slender dragon carved curling around the edges. The tail of the dragon was the handle by which Tyler held it. Makur himself was a young man, early twenties, and had dark black hair that fell below his shoulders, black eyes, and olive skin. If they could stand side by side he’d be a stark contrast with Tyler whose blonde hair had been bleached even lighter by hours in the sun, running, and pale gray eyes.
“So…the dragon’s cave was clearly a bust.”
“I apologize; I did not know that the dragon was home, he’s usually out. Though, he does have a book of spells.” Makur said.
Tyler sighed, “It’s alright, even if he did I wouldn’t know how to read it. That magic that apparently lets us talk, clearly doesn’t factor in the necessity of reading. I’ll just have to find another way to get home.”
“If only I wasn’t in this mirror,” Makur lamented, “I could send you home myself.” The once wizard sighed.
Tyler shrugged; there really was no answer for that. They fell into silence again, but it was companionable and so neither felt the need to break it. Tyler held up Makur so he could see the road and switched hands every now and them.
“What is that?” Makur said.
“What?”
“Over there, sunward, there looks to be a cottage. Mayhap we can buy supplies.”
Tyler shaded his eyes; he could barely make it out, but headed towards it. He knocked on the door after he tucked Makur into his ragged jacket pocket. “Hello?”
“Yes?” Came a voice from behind. Tyler whirled to see a man much of the same coloring as Makur-not surprising considering they were on Makur’s homeland.
“H-hello. Um. I’m Ty-Makur. I’m hoping I could buy some lunch and directions. I’m kinda lost.” He grinned sheepishly, half at his slip-up; Tyler was not a name from this world and it caused too many questions.
“Of course!” The man said. “Come in, come in!” He held the door open, but as Tyler stepped over the threshold he cried out in pain at the same time as Makur cried from his pocket. The young boy found himself on the floor with the stranger over him.
“What have we here?” The man plucked the mirror from his pocket, “Interesting. Trying to spy on me are we?”
“What?” Tyler gasped, “No! Give him back!”
“Ha! You are a fool, trying to sneak in here with Makur. You don’t think I have spells in place to prevent my curses from coming back to haunt me?”
“Sehtris, let the boy go!” Makur shouted, realizing who held him.
Sehtris smiled with perverse pleasure, “No, I don’t think I will. My last boy died, terrible accident you know, I have been needing a new one.”
“When I get out of here…” Makur growled.
“Well, that is the funny thing isn’t it? You’re not getting out. Mirror, Mirror, in my hand…hmm. I don’t have anything to ask you.” Sehtris said, “Oh well. It was nice seeing you again, Makur.” He dropped the mirror to the ground and stomped on it, grinding the pieces beneath his heel.
“No!” Tyler wretched himself from the floor and dove at Sehtris. Caught unawares the wizard tumbled to the floor. Tyler disentangled himself and grabbed a piece of mirror off the floor, cutting himself on it. “Makur! You bastard, don’t leave me here!”
“I don’t know what that means but I’ll choose to not be offended. Tyler, you need to get out of here!” The shard in his hand was the largest piece and had a bit of his eye almost down to his mouth on it.
The piece of mirror was wrenched out of Tyler’s hand, cutting him more and leaving blood everywhere.
“Naughty boy,” Sehtris said kicking Tyler over and placing a foot on his chest. I’m going to have to throw this piece far away. The curse can’t be broken, after all, if he’s not all there.”
Tyler grasped at the floor for something and happened upon another piece of mirror. He grabbed in and jabbed it into Sehtris’s leg. Howling the wizard dropped the piece and Tyler threw the wizard off of him and grabbed it.
“Tyler! Run! Leave me!”
Tyler’s vision blurred and he realized that he was crying, “I just want you to know-“
“Run!”
“I love you!” He kissed the mirror piece. There was a loud cracking sound and the colors misted off the glass to form a figure in the room. The being was visibly startled, and Sehtris cried out the beginnings of a new spell, but Makur said a few words that hurt Tyler’s head and Sehtris disappeared with a pop. A rat was in his place that quickly scurried away.
“Blood, tears, and love, all pretty strong curse breaker ingredients if you ask me.” Makur said from his new vantage point outside the mirror. “If I had known you loved me I would have suggested it sooner.”
Tyler threw himself into Makur’s arms. “Bastard.”
“Still don’t know what that means. Don’t think I want to.” Makur hugged him back, although he had to bend to do so. He was surprised to find out that he was quite a bit taller than the boy.
“It means you’re a bastard.”
“Ah, well, that clears things up.” There was silence, then they reluctantly let go of each other as they each remembered themselves and became shy.
Tyler looked down at the floor and saw the evidence of the fight just now, “whew, man. I’ll be so glad when I can sleep in my own bed!” He said without sinking.
“Ah…Well, I suppose I can send you back now.” Makur said.
“ah…yeah. I do have homework I guess.” Tyler rubbed the back of his neck.
“If-” Makur started, and then stopped.
“If…?” Tyler said hopefully.
“Well, I am a wizard…this doesn’t have to be goodbye…”
“I’d like that,” Tyler said.
“So would I,” Makur replied.
Tyler snorted as he thought of something funny, “Mirror, mirror.”
“Oh no! Please stop!” Makur groaned. “I heard that so many times I’m sick of it!”
“Mirror Mirror in my hand,” Tyler continued, “Who do you love most in the land?”
“You, you silly boy.” Makur bent down and kissed him. “You.”