Post by greenie on Nov 3, 2009 17:44:40 GMT 10
Title: Sleeping Roger
Rating: G
Fairytale adapted: Sleeping Beauty
Words: 608
Summary: Thom is determined to prove he is the greatest sorcerer that Tortall has ever seen, and he'll do whatever it takes.
“Are you ready?”
Thom looked around at Alex, irritated. “Of course I’m ready. I’ve been working towards this for weeks.” That wasn’t entirely true, of course. He had started looking through the old scrolls for the right spell weeks ago, but the working itself was so easy he hadn’t needed to prepare at all. Still, he was a powerful sorcerer and it was thought to be a difficult and complicated working. He had a reputation to maintain.
“Then why are you scrying your sister?”
Thom looked into the fire at Alanna’s sleeping face. She’d probably be furious when she found out what he’d done. Both her Gift and…the other thing. Still, she couldn’t possibly be so selfish as to be angry forever. She’d had her chance to make a name for herself, and he’d let her do it. Now it was his turn, and he’d prove himself the greatest sorcerer that Tortall had ever seen. “To make sure she’s fine while I take her Gift.”
“You’re taking her Gift too? But you’ve been gathering your power for days.”
“Of course. Anyone would think you didn’t realise what a complicated working this is.” He’d be able to get several more important experiments done too, with all this power he’d gathered.
“Of course I know,” replied Alex smoothly. “It’s time.”
Thom wasn’t going to let him order him around that easily. He ignored him a while longer, pretending to focus on his sister. Finally, he broke off the connection, the flames turning back to orange. “It’s time,” he announced, and swept towards the catacombs.
“Wait in the stairwell,” he ordered Alex and Delia after they’d placed down the sand that he wanted. “This sorcery has the potential to cause bystanders large amounts of pain and possible death.” He heard Alex mutter something to Delia as they left and smirked to himself. He was obviously jealous of his power.
Alone with the tombs, Thom walked over to Roger’s. He picked up one of the buckets of sand and began to draw designs on the floor around the tomb. He made sure that he wouldn’t do any truly dangerous spells, altering his designs so that they were harmless but looked complex. He knew there’d be all sorts of scholars analysing the tomb once the Duke was back out of it, and he had to keep up appearances. Finally, he was satisfied with his designs. Now came the difficult part. He focused on the tomb itself, hoping that there weren’t too many protective spells on it. He poured his Gift and his will into it, until it slowly began to open and Duke Roger was revealed. Thom was relieved to see that he hadn’t rotted, and did just look as though he was sleeping. He stepped forwards and placed one hand on Roger’s chest, the other on his forehead.
“No longer lie here in your tomb
Pretending to have met your doom
Roger of Conte, open your eyes
From Sorcerer’s Sleep now arise.
So mote it be.”
Now came the simplest part. Steeling himself, Thom bent down and kissed Roger on the mouth. He was surprised to find that his lips were warm, not cold and clammy. He pulled back to see if anything would happen and jumped when he realised that the blue eyes had already opened and were focused on him.
Roger pulled himself up until he was sitting and stretched, licking his lips. “Well, well, well,” he said. “Thom of Trebond.” His eyes travelled slowly right down the length of Thom’s body before coming back up to meet his violet eyes. Roger flashed him a predatory grin. “Hello again.”
Rating: G
Fairytale adapted: Sleeping Beauty
Words: 608
Summary: Thom is determined to prove he is the greatest sorcerer that Tortall has ever seen, and he'll do whatever it takes.
“Are you ready?”
Thom looked around at Alex, irritated. “Of course I’m ready. I’ve been working towards this for weeks.” That wasn’t entirely true, of course. He had started looking through the old scrolls for the right spell weeks ago, but the working itself was so easy he hadn’t needed to prepare at all. Still, he was a powerful sorcerer and it was thought to be a difficult and complicated working. He had a reputation to maintain.
“Then why are you scrying your sister?”
Thom looked into the fire at Alanna’s sleeping face. She’d probably be furious when she found out what he’d done. Both her Gift and…the other thing. Still, she couldn’t possibly be so selfish as to be angry forever. She’d had her chance to make a name for herself, and he’d let her do it. Now it was his turn, and he’d prove himself the greatest sorcerer that Tortall had ever seen. “To make sure she’s fine while I take her Gift.”
“You’re taking her Gift too? But you’ve been gathering your power for days.”
“Of course. Anyone would think you didn’t realise what a complicated working this is.” He’d be able to get several more important experiments done too, with all this power he’d gathered.
“Of course I know,” replied Alex smoothly. “It’s time.”
Thom wasn’t going to let him order him around that easily. He ignored him a while longer, pretending to focus on his sister. Finally, he broke off the connection, the flames turning back to orange. “It’s time,” he announced, and swept towards the catacombs.
“Wait in the stairwell,” he ordered Alex and Delia after they’d placed down the sand that he wanted. “This sorcery has the potential to cause bystanders large amounts of pain and possible death.” He heard Alex mutter something to Delia as they left and smirked to himself. He was obviously jealous of his power.
Alone with the tombs, Thom walked over to Roger’s. He picked up one of the buckets of sand and began to draw designs on the floor around the tomb. He made sure that he wouldn’t do any truly dangerous spells, altering his designs so that they were harmless but looked complex. He knew there’d be all sorts of scholars analysing the tomb once the Duke was back out of it, and he had to keep up appearances. Finally, he was satisfied with his designs. Now came the difficult part. He focused on the tomb itself, hoping that there weren’t too many protective spells on it. He poured his Gift and his will into it, until it slowly began to open and Duke Roger was revealed. Thom was relieved to see that he hadn’t rotted, and did just look as though he was sleeping. He stepped forwards and placed one hand on Roger’s chest, the other on his forehead.
“No longer lie here in your tomb
Pretending to have met your doom
Roger of Conte, open your eyes
From Sorcerer’s Sleep now arise.
So mote it be.”
Now came the simplest part. Steeling himself, Thom bent down and kissed Roger on the mouth. He was surprised to find that his lips were warm, not cold and clammy. He pulled back to see if anything would happen and jumped when he realised that the blue eyes had already opened and were focused on him.
Roger pulled himself up until he was sitting and stretched, licking his lips. “Well, well, well,” he said. “Thom of Trebond.” His eyes travelled slowly right down the length of Thom’s body before coming back up to meet his violet eyes. Roger flashed him a predatory grin. “Hello again.”