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[October 13th] [Original] Change
Title: Change
Day/Theme: October 13: Baghdad sky
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #13)
Character/Pairing: Diana, Belle, Jonathan, Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a desert very far away
The sky was a washed-out blue, cloudless and as flat as the sand at the horizon. The sand up close was arranged in gently undulating dunes that made Evan sleepy to look at. He had to shake his head to keep from nodding off as he and the three other mages neared the ruins of the temple.
“Are you sure there is enough space to work with?” Jonathan asked, frowning at the remains, only half of the floor and a single half column still standing. It was a quibbling question, a hint of all he truly had to say about the risky gamble they were about to undertake.
“There’s room for a circle, isn’t there?” Diana responded, stubbornly.
Belle nodded curtly, and Jonathan just shook his head, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on his part of the coming ritual. Evan admired the way his hair fell over his eyes when he thinking, in a perpetual and futile attempt to distract him. Watching Jonathan was one of the only things that could keep him awake this far from home, when his essence was stretched so thin he could see the camel through his translucent hands.
Belle was watching him in turn, each minute reevaluating the risk to the half-ghost boy with her hawk’s eyes. He was holding up, holding on well considering the vast distance they had traveled through time and space.
When they reached the temple, Jonathan had to help Evan down, and hold him up when he swayed. He caught Diana’s eye, and she just shook her head. The ritual must go on.
“Places,” Belle ordered, and Jonathan helped Evan to lean against the sole pillar before taking his place across from him. Evan was feeling stubborn, and soon found his balance, standing straight as Diana finished tying the circle with their names.
The words bored him, but he said his part, declaring that he, Evan, called his follow time-ghost from rest. The ghost was very faint in the harsh light of the desert sun, but he answered the challenge with one of his own. The ghost offered the perfect bargain, only half his soul for the sacred chalice they sought. Evan gave it gladly before the others could stop him, biting his hand and flicked a drop of blood on the circle. A flash of light marked the sealing of the contract.
The others, mostly especially the ghost, were shocked when Evan himself still stood, a faint shadow of himself hovering in the inner circle binding the ghost they had summoned. The chalice for which they had come to this world was resting at Diana’s feet. With a lazy nod, Evan moved. In two steps, he had snapped the outer ward and grabbed the ghost, ripping him apart with eager hands and eating the dark smudge that remained of its twisted soul.
In the chill silence that followed, he drew his long-lost sundered half within himself, becoming solid again. He stood tall, eyes blazing gold instead of gray, blue veins glowing softly though translucent ivory skin that once was delicate café latte, hair white where once was caramel and honey, his wings demonic that once were fairy’s lace.
Belle and Diana had backed away, so it only Jonathan who dared lift him up when he fainted, crumbling to the ground like a god-son shot, the flat blue sky the last thing in his view before his eyes closed at last in sleep.
Day/Theme: October 13: Baghdad sky
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #13)
Character/Pairing: Diana, Belle, Jonathan, Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a desert very far away
The sky was a washed-out blue, cloudless and as flat as the sand at the horizon. The sand up close was arranged in gently undulating dunes that made Evan sleepy to look at. He had to shake his head to keep from nodding off as he and the three other mages neared the ruins of the temple.
“Are you sure there is enough space to work with?” Jonathan asked, frowning at the remains, only half of the floor and a single half column still standing. It was a quibbling question, a hint of all he truly had to say about the risky gamble they were about to undertake.
“There’s room for a circle, isn’t there?” Diana responded, stubbornly.
Belle nodded curtly, and Jonathan just shook his head, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on his part of the coming ritual. Evan admired the way his hair fell over his eyes when he thinking, in a perpetual and futile attempt to distract him. Watching Jonathan was one of the only things that could keep him awake this far from home, when his essence was stretched so thin he could see the camel through his translucent hands.
Belle was watching him in turn, each minute reevaluating the risk to the half-ghost boy with her hawk’s eyes. He was holding up, holding on well considering the vast distance they had traveled through time and space.
When they reached the temple, Jonathan had to help Evan down, and hold him up when he swayed. He caught Diana’s eye, and she just shook her head. The ritual must go on.
“Places,” Belle ordered, and Jonathan helped Evan to lean against the sole pillar before taking his place across from him. Evan was feeling stubborn, and soon found his balance, standing straight as Diana finished tying the circle with their names.
The words bored him, but he said his part, declaring that he, Evan, called his follow time-ghost from rest. The ghost was very faint in the harsh light of the desert sun, but he answered the challenge with one of his own. The ghost offered the perfect bargain, only half his soul for the sacred chalice they sought. Evan gave it gladly before the others could stop him, biting his hand and flicked a drop of blood on the circle. A flash of light marked the sealing of the contract.
The others, mostly especially the ghost, were shocked when Evan himself still stood, a faint shadow of himself hovering in the inner circle binding the ghost they had summoned. The chalice for which they had come to this world was resting at Diana’s feet. With a lazy nod, Evan moved. In two steps, he had snapped the outer ward and grabbed the ghost, ripping him apart with eager hands and eating the dark smudge that remained of its twisted soul.
In the chill silence that followed, he drew his long-lost sundered half within himself, becoming solid again. He stood tall, eyes blazing gold instead of gray, blue veins glowing softly though translucent ivory skin that once was delicate café latte, hair white where once was caramel and honey, his wings demonic that once were fairy’s lace.
Belle and Diana had backed away, so it only Jonathan who dared lift him up when he fainted, crumbling to the ground like a god-son shot, the flat blue sky the last thing in his view before his eyes closed at last in sleep.