HELLFIRE.

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—SIBBY.

    She could feel the muscles in Eoin’s arm tense and she shot him a what she hoped was a calming smile. Slowly he lowered the his arm, still glowering at Prince. She breathed a small sigh of relief. She couldn’t have these two fighting. All three of them would be living together for a few days at least if Prince accepted her offer. And if Eoin and Prince didn’t get along she was worried about how he might fare with the rest of her new found family. 

    “I’m pretty sure a guest would welcome his host a little more cordially.” Eoin refused to back down, squaring up to the newcomer and Sibby felt her heart sink. 

    “Now, now boys play nice. We’re all adults here, there is no need for any silly rivalry. You’re both pretty.” She smiled stepping between the two, hoping the joke would cut the thick tension between them. Instead it seemed to make it ten times more palpable. 

    “Eoin this is Prince. Remember, you helped me look for him awhile back. He’s a friend.” 

    “Prince this is Eoin. His family were to ones who helped me finally get away. He’s my-”

    “Fiancé.”  Eoin ran a hand through his messy ginger hair and smiled pleasantly at her old friend. A small bit of hope crept into her, maybe they would get on after all. “So you’re the bastard who left her to rot in the dark with that creep.” On second thought, maybe not. 

         “Oh, so you recognize me as a guest, huh? Well, how about this— don’t go fucking pointing some cheap assed gun at me and maybe I’d have been nice.” He shot back, although was momentarily phased by Sibby’s comment. They were both pretty? Was this some kind of looks contest now? Because in all honestly, he lost years ago. Maybe he had a chance when blond hair framed his face, but now there was a hardness about him that was anything but ‘pretty’.           “Fiancé, huh? Damn, sure moved ahead in life, huh Sibby? And here I thought you’d be marrying a toaster, although—” He trailed off and purposely gave Eoin a glance over. A full inspection as it were until he eventually met his eyes again and clicked his tongue.          “Ain’t much of an improvement I’ve gotta say.” Finishing with a shrug and a smirk, Prince was assured that he had the upper hand still. He might have Sibby, but he wasn’t fighting for her in the first place. She brought him here, and all the time he spent hidden away was time lost in searching for the others who’d been captured.            “Yes, I’m exactly that bastard. Sorry I’m not fucking psychic.” It was at that point that he shot a look at Sibby and let out an irritated groan.            “If this is the welcome party, then I’ll be headin.”

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—SIBBY.

    A tense silence fell as he finished his story. She didn’t know what she had expected when she had left him, but she’d never thought he’d have fallen apart like that. He was always stronger than her. Her rock. The thought of him alone and chained. She shuddered. No one deserved that. 

    “Not was a dumbass, are. You are a dumbass.” She shook her head at him. “But your my dumbass, if you want to be that is.” She stood and walked around the small table to stand before him. 

    “Look, neither of us are the same as we were back then. But against all odds we found each other again. I wasn’t even looking for you but here you are.” She gestured to the space around her. “This house is too big and empty Prince. You should stay, for a few days at least. Give us a chance to get to know each other again.” She wanted to learn all about his new life, wanted to share her new life with him too. 

    “It’ll be just like old times!” It was genius really, she didn’t why she hadn’t thought of it earlier. She grinned at him. There was a spare room already made up, it’d take little effort to move him in there. They could-

    “Sibby? You there Sib?” Eoin. Dinner. Shit. She mentally cursed as she recalled she was meant to meet the ex-hunter for a meal after she was finished at the market. Shit. She turned as the door swung open and Eoin strode into the room, a panicked look on his face. 

    “Oh thank god! Where were you? I looked all through the market and you weren’t there.” He quickly closed the space between them cupping her face in his hands. Without even thinking she smiled and leaned into his warm hands.

    “Well I just got-” She began as his eyes slide slowly sideways to the chair behind her. To Prince. 

    Before she even knew what was happening he had swept her aside and drawn his gun, pointed squarely at her friends head. 

    “Who are you?!” His voice was a low growl and she grabbed his arm hastily. 

    “Dont!”

         For a moment he had been preparing to answer, for a short fleeting moment. Instead, he was holding himself back from laughing. Ideas of staying, of getting to know this new Sibby had played on his mind for a short period of time. But now those thoughts washed away as the gun took aim. The person ready to pull the trigger scared him little. There was no weapon that could go against him, something he’d assured before leaving the comfort of his hollow home.          “Don’t you know how to treat guests?” Prince said calmly with a raise of his eyebrow. His eyes had locked onto the newcomer, ignoring the gun entirely. Why bother giving it a second thought when he felt no fear in where it was aimed at him.           “C’mon, Sibby, no need to worry. I won’t hurt your little friend here.” Of course she wasn’t speaking to him, but he wanted to royal the other as much as possible. Clearly he was some protector of their mutual friend, and naturally Prince wanted to exploit that.           “Nothing to fear here, right mate? I mean its not like you can hurt me— Hm, lets test it.” He reached forward and grabbed the barrel, pulling it downwards so that it now took aim to his heart which was relatively calm regardless of the threat. However as he did so he took the opportunity to fuse the bullet into the barrel. One attempted shot would backfire easily, though with a glance to the blond, he thought against it. Weren’t they trying to get some form of friendship back? So, with a shrug, he took a step back and released the gun entirely.           “Guess there ain’t much point in messin up this nice place, huh?” With that, he molded the metal into a ring which deposited the unwanted gunpowder. What would have fallen to the ground was captured in an air bubble that spun it about mere inches from Prince’s hand.           “I’ll fix it later.. if you’re good, eh?”

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—SIBBY.

    “Well there’s not much else to tell.” She wasn’t sure what kind of reaction she’d be expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. The old Prince had once caused an earthquake simply because she hugged him. Telling him this story would have resulted in singed curtains at the very least. She was growing ever more curious about how he had come to this complete control of his powers. Had her absence really affected him so drastically? 

    “I spent a year living like that. Jonathon had enemies, he trained me to use my power to help him evade them. To always be one step ahead.” She paused remembering the praise she’d receive for each correction prediction, and the punishment when she got it wrong. They had helped her really, honed her skills so she could escape them once and for all. 

    “One day I simply stopped following his orders. There was a group of demon hunters coming. They wanted Jonathon but they found me instead. I offered myself to them, my abilities, my loyalty.” She took a long sip of her tea, letting the warmth of the drink spread throughout her body. She recalled the day the hunters had come. She had waited until her guards were distracted and simply walked out to grasp her last chance at freedom. 

    “And so here I am. I’ve been living with no ones orders but my own for almost three years now. It is the best feeling in the word.” She grinned at him before she leaned back into her chair.

    “So that’s it. The abridged version anyway. You can ask me all the questions you like after you tell me your story.”

        There were a couple questions that came to mind, but instead of asking them, he went by her wishes and gave a small nod. Now it was his turn. Quickly finishing his cup to the very last drop, he placed it down and forced the ring of fire to vanish entirely.           “I’ve no intention of holding back.” He stated before beginning, meeting her eyes and giving a hardened look. Giving himself a few more seconds to compose his thoughts, he leaned against the nearest counter and folded his arms, staring up at the ceiling now. It’d be easier for him to talk without seeing any changes in her expression, if any were to occur.         “When you left, and I was alone, I didn’t know what to do. I’d lost Marcus, and then I’d lost you. You left without a trace, there was no signs of struggle. I thought you were done with me and I lost myself. The house fell apart around me, destroying everything, and I didn’t see the point in finding another. Why bother when I was alone anyway? I stopped caring what would happen to me, but I couldn’t stop caring about others. I was afraid I’d kill, that my lack of ability and feeling would activate .. that.” He clicked his tongue at the mere thought of it. He’d been so dramatic at the time, believing life was over, but he should have known that would never have been enough for him to kill with the darkness he knew he had.             “I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t wrong. Whenever I walked, chaos rained. I destroyed two villages by looking in their direction before I found a place safe enough to lock myself away. I spent the first year bound by chains, but I wasn’t alone. The animals seemed to think I was worth of living, kept me fed and living. See, it might have worked if I hadn’t become so vulnerable. I let it in, the magic I was denying for so long, and it consumed me. Suddenly chains weren’t enough to bind me, because.. well..” Prince started to mutter and simply raised his hand which caused a nearby spoon to rise and change shape. It welded itself into miniature crown then fell back to the table with a clink.          “I don’t remember much about what happened after. The magic consumed me— it killed Nathaniel and I was put in it’s place. Maybe I’m not the same as before, maybe I am. But when it was all over, I had control. Though I do sort of recall spending hours burning alive, which explains a lot.” He finished with a shrug, as if that was a satisfying story. Then, without waiting for her complaints of having ruined a spoon of hers, he gave shake of his hand and it returned to it’s original form, laying idle as if never having been used.

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—SIBBY.

    “I’ve never really talked all that much about what happened.” She murmured as he entered the kitchen behind her. “It’ll be easier if you don’t interrupt.” She took a breath, steeling herself for the onslaught of memories, busying herself with preparing tea for them both. She could feel his eyes burning into her back as she dropped the tea bags into mugs and spooned a disgusting amount of sugar on top. 

    “I never told you much about where I came from when we first met.” She leaned back against the counter as she spoke, wrapping her arms around herself. “I suppose you could call it a cult. They worshiped me. Or rather they worshiped The Sibyl. That year I spent with you, they were doing everything they could to get me back. And once they did, they made sure I would never try to leave again.” Cold. Dark. Where were the stars? Did the sun even exist anymore? She shook her head of the memories. 

    “They stuck me in a tiny room with no windows and a steel door. I couldn’t see the sky. The stars.” Her voice wobbled slightly but she ploughed on. “I cried until I had no more tears. Screamed until my throat felt like it was made of sandpaper. They left me there, alone, for five months. The day their leader Jonathon finally opened that door and I saw the light, I was so grateful.” He had seemed like an angel haloed in the light of that doorway, come to save her from the darkness. She shuddered remembering the way he had smiled at her. 

    “They kept a close eye on me then. I wasn’t allowed wander the compound anymore. They re-purposed my garden, took away my books. I had nothing left. Jonathon took a special interest in me then. We had private tutoring sessions once a week. He-” The screeching of the kettle pulled her from her thoughts, her words dying on her tongue. She turned, pouring the steaming water into the mugs and stirring carefully, methodically. 

    “He was a bad man.” She finished simply, unwilling to open such old wounds now. She turned to him steaming mugs in hand and inclined her head towards the table. She slid into a chair and placed a mug at the place opposite her, cupping her hands around her own and studied Prince’s face carefully, looking for a reaction to her story so far. 

          Prince had given a simple nod— he had no intention of interrupting. Her life had been lived without him and there was nothing he could do to change it, just like his life had continued without human interaction for quite some time until eventually he found himself ready to come out of hiding. Though he would admit he was startled by her tale. Never did he expect it to be so cruel. It made guilt swell in him; how could he have ever assumed that was a home for her. But he was quickly reminded that there was no way of ever knowing what was happening. When she neared the end, or rather what seemed like a break, he noticed that there were parts missing, or rather she chose less drastic words to retell her story. Prince would be less thoughtful, he knew, because tip-toeing around the truth was unnecessary.              “Keep going.” He encouraged, taking up the cup now and having a sip or two. The old him would have burned down the house from this knowledge, but such distractions would make her pause and he was determined to hear it all right here, right now. No more wondering, questioning what had happened. Though he would admit that it was difficult to remain silent. So, to show his anger towards the people who’d dared imprison her, not once, but twice, he let a line of fire circle the cup. It merely heated his tea further, not once touching the porcelain. 

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[deceptisols-blog]

—SIBBY.

    She froze at his words, the smile on her face vanishing. It was true really. They were both vastly different people to when they last saw each other. She turned to look at him. Really look at him. He was so different, there was almost no trace of the timid uncontrolled mage she had meet so many years ago. It was more than just the darker hair and extra inches of height. His whole demeanor was different. His very being changed. 

    “Prince…I-I know it wont be the same. We’ve both gone through too much. Had too much heartbreak.” She forced herself to look into his eyes, to see the way they were hardened now, the light once in them now all but snuffed out. She found herself wondering briefly if her eyes looked so different now too. If he could see any trace of the girl she once was within her now. 

    “But I still consider you a friend. I never stopped thinking about you.” She turned as she spoke, hoping he’d follow as she led him towards the kitchen. Would he still like tea? And chocolate? She was sure she had some coffee if he preferred that now. 

    “I thought I’d never see you again. We have so much to catch up on. So much time to make up for.”

          If anything needed to be said, it was this. Part of him was glad that he was the first to bring it to light, although he doubte dshe would feel the same. Maybe it was her intention not to dwell on the fact, but he wanted her to be sure she wanted one such as him in whatever she now called a home.            “Geez, don’t get me wrong. I said we’re strangers, we know jack shit about each other now but.. kinda didn’t mean we weren’t still friends. Kinda can’t snuff out that kinda friendship so easily.” He awkwardly scratched at the back of his head, one habit he’d yet to lose.            “Yeah, tell me about it. Ahh, literally. You first. I ain’t that great a talker, and it’ll bug me longer not knowing what happened to ya. Plus my story is sorta boring.” Another shrug and he followed after her. There was a distinct smell of tea bags in the air and he’d lost track of when he’d last been able to sit and enough a cup without ditching half way to avoid being captured. Although it never helped that he waited until the last second to move, when their fingertips almost touched him. What fun was it to stay one step ahead. All he needed was a second, a tiny bit of time to keep him from the captors.          “So, spill Sibby. Better gettin this over with now. It’ll get worse hiding what happened from each other.”

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—SIBBY.

    She rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed the keys from the air, trying very hard not to let him see how impressed she was with his new found control. Couldn’t let him get anymore cocky than he already was. 

    “It’s this one here.” She gestured to the one odd house out. She had tried fitting in. Keeping the house neat and clean on the outside, only allowing herself to be herself within the confines of it’s four walls. But slowly, so slowly she barely noticed her eccentricities creeped outside onto the lawn.  Where every other house has picture perfect tidy front lawns, hers was over flowing with flowers and ornaments of all kinds. Tinkling wind chimes swayed in the slight breeze, as if welcoming her home.

    “Isn’t it perfect?” She smiled back at Prince as she unlocked the brightly coloured front door. She couldn’t help but think back to the first apartment the had shared. Small as a matchbox with barely any working appliances. She’d loved it to death. Literally. 

 “Well don’t just stand there! It’s not as if we’re strangers. Come in!”

         Perfect was not the word he would have used. Crowded, flashy, a strange smell that hung in the air. Although he couldn’t be sure whether it was the flowers or himself, although the regular smell of burned flesh and cloth had become accustomed to him over time, and he never quite got his hair to smell of whatever shampoo he attempted to use. Something about the singed strands didn’t seem keen on changing what they were— burnt hair and nothing more.            “Uh sure.” He eventually gave an answer, although manipulated the wind around him to keep the smell from bombarding him. If he had time, maybe he’d get used to it. But as a new visitor, it was near unbearable. Though as she spoke again he momentarily let his concentration slip, causing a strong gust to almost choke him with the thick scent of the growing flowers. Hiding a cough by giving a grunt, he followed in behind her, but it felt so wrong. Nathaniel had known Sibby, because whilst she looked older, he could still see the same youth he’d prevented from eating too much chocolate and pressing mysterious buttons. However Nathaniel was gone, and a stranger to her stood in his place, only she didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she just didn’t care.            “Speakin of, are you sure you want me around here? Dunno about you, but I’m pretty damn wanted.. and honestly, you don’t know much about me— we kind of are strangers now.” He had finally said it, giving an awkward and shrugging his shoulders. His past self would have been close to tears, burning all within reach. However he simply placed his hands into his pockets and awaited her verdict. 

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—STRANGER.

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          ❝ I’m so sorry !! ❞ 

It was REALLY her fault. She was too into the book in her hands and wasn’t looking where she was going. And it ended up with her bumping into someone while also dropping her book.

         Normally encounters such as these had been his fault, and it was on instinct that with a wave of his hand, the book that had been about to drop hovered in midair.             “S’all good, ain’t no harm done. Medicinal book, eh? Ya some kinda doctor?”           He asked, a flick of his wrist causing the book to soar and land in his hands, opened to a random page of text he could barely understand. His overall reading skill wasn’t the greatest, but he did pick out a few words here and there that rang a few bells.          “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to pry— just curious is all, can’t blame me tho, eh?”          With a cheeky grin, he snapped the book shut and held it loosely out towards her. 

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—STRANGER.

Blinking once. Twice. Three times. She stared and wondered at the boy, curious to look at as he was. The smell on him was faint, but recognizable, paralleling her own.

                                                                                   ❛ You. Boy… you smell of charcoal and wood.❜

       With a shrug of his shoulders, Prince looked to her with a rather bored expression. Charcoal— wood, it was inevitable. In fact, he’d be surprised if the smell hadn’t clung to him.          “You, girl.. are pretty rude pointin that out. Ain’t like I said you stink. ‘Sides, it ain’t bad.”

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—SIBBY.

    “It’s not far.” She called back to him, “Just focus on keeping up!” She was running now, weaving through the crowds and ducking around corners. For once she was glad of the twisting turning layout of the market. Their great escape would be that much harder to track. 

    It was a silent journey. The tension of their earlier conformation still fresh. The sights and sounds of the streets around them blurred as the memories of her imprisonment rose unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Darkness, impenetrable and all around her. Banging fists against walls. She needed to get out. She needed to see the stars again. Months spent curled into a ball in the dark. They broke her, so that they could rebuild her into something they could use. Their perfect little Sibyl. 

    She squeezed his hand in her own trying to reassure herself. That part of her life was over. She was her own person now.

    “Almost there.” She panted, slowing to a walk. The road was deserted, as the came to the small gated community her home lay within. She had been sure to back track several times, just in case. Superstitiously she looked around before quickly punching in the code.

    “Well, this is it.” She tugged him in through the gate with her. A courtyard of identical picture perfect houses, a small green in the center. She was nervous now. 

    “Care to guess which one?” She hid her nerves with a laugh, tossing him the keys. 

           Keeping up was easy, and having little else to say suited him well. Without a word he was able to focus more clearly on his magic until eventually time came to forget it entirely. The crowd had thinned, and now without a reason to remain concealed, he allowed the mist to disperse. There was a soft wave in the air as magic untangled itself from the precipitation and returned to a natural state. Even though he’d become slightly distracted by the sight, having very little reason to see it, he found himself entranced by the houses before him. A gated community, safe and sound, all seeming to be identical in appearance bar one. Surely that wasn’t what she’d chosen as a safe house, the one that stood out like a sore thumb. But then, what a genius plan.            “Beats me.” He said with an air of sarcastic nature about his words, which hid the fact that he truly had no idea. He could guess wrong, or guess right— but he rarely liked to leave anything to a shot in the dark. Instead he let himself be taken by the keys that dangled in the air in front of him. Air, the element that represented calmness and yet could create a storm in it’s wake, had become a favorite of his. It fanned his flames and kept him relaxed all the same. The keys however were slowly turning in mid air without the need of hand movements until the one he was sure was the house key parted and stood straight as the others fell limp.          “C’mon, Sib. Don’t tell me ya brought me here so I’d go barging in on some old lady’s house.” He mumbled, mentally pushing the keys in her direction so they swayed slightly and hovered more closely to her rather then him.          “I mean I’ve broke into a lot of places— an out for that matter. So unless ya want me wrecking your safe place, lead the way.”

[deceptisols-blog]

—SIBBY.

    “Oh. Okay.” She tried to keep the panic out of her voice as he dropped the cold coins into her hands. How hard could it be. Just pay the driver. Simple. She stepped up to the widow and dropped the coins into the opening just as she had seen the people before her do. What now? She waited nervously as the driver stared her down. 

    “Where to?” The annoyance was clear in his voice and she shrank in on herself. “Oh. Um…shopping.” She could hear the people behind them shifting from foot to foot, already impatient. The bus driver quirked an eyebrow at her. “The city then?” She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded her head enthusiastically.  “Yes! We’re going shopping!”  “So you said. Move along then.”

    “I did it!” She grinned triumphantly at Prince, clapping her hands in delight.  “Did you see? I did it all without help. Not so useless now am I!” She practically vibrated with happiness as she bounced over to him and grabbed his arm. 

         The moment the driver had asked for a location Prince had frozen. Why had it never occurred to him to tell her where exactly they were going. ‘Shopping’ would never have been enough. Part of him set into a panic, with the grass he stood upon, waiting, beginning to smoke. As he climbed on behind her, waiting for the tickets to be printed, he forbid himself from looking back. The grass was undoubtedly marked with shoe prints that no one would be able to explain. Who would have set their soles on fire just to make an imprint such as that?          “V-Very good, Sibby.” He said with a slight, nervous nod and took his seat near the back. He preferred it there, where the pressure of having to sit beside someone was greatly lessened. Of course it occurred to him after that with Sibby with him, that was impossible— unless of course they were to sit on her. Shaking away horrid thoughts that often lurked in his mind, he turned to stare absentmindedly out the window, tapping his fingers against his leg to keep himself at easy. It seldom worked, but he supposed practice made perfect.          “Ya ain’t useless, Sibby. Don’t ever think you are. For everything you’ve been through.. you’re doing pretty damn well.”

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MASTERS & SERVANTS          ( the fate squad )

prince-of-knights  //  arthurus  //  ridires  //  coldestruby  //  gaiscedach  //  gemmismagica  //  oriigo  //  ordaiined  //  masterette  //  grailbliinded  //  heretici  

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[deceptisols-blog]

—SIBBY.

    “Seen, unseen. It doesn’t matter.” She kept a tight grip on his hand. She was different now, to the girl he knew before. More capable. She could hold her own in a fight if it came to that. She hoped it didn’t come to that. Their reunion was bad enough already without adding violence to the mix. 

    “So long as we’re together no one can stand in our way.” With her foresight and his new found control over his magic they’d be an unstoppable team. A force of nature. She shuddered at the thought of the destruction they could cause. 

    “We should go quickly though. Id rather not have to fight.” She tugged him along with her as she strode purposefully through the mist, trusting him to clear a path for her. It was almost like old times she thought and she took a second to shoot a shy smile back at him. 

    “I really missed you”

          Prince might have gone red had it not been for how concentrated he was on the mist that was continuously forming. It was generally easier, but that was when he allowed it to reach boiling temperatures and became more of a steam. Keeping it to a normal temperature proved to give some difficulty. However with another wave of his hand the mist condensed and seemingly disappeared. Rather then being seen, it reflected all around so their bodies had entirely disappeared.            “This way we won’t have to fight.” He said simply, although wasn’t too sure himself. He’d made quite the display, however no one seemed brave enough to report the matter. It worked perfectly for him, but also meant he’d lost a chance at seeing the face of his enemies. Maybe he’d come back after the visit and cause havoc, since in his eyes the trip to the safe house was a mere meet and greet before the two got on with their lives. After all, she had no reason to house a fugitive.            “I missed you too, a lot.” Once more he kept his words few, because going into how he’d destroyed himself after she left was not an option. There were no regrets in his actions, because he relished on how strong he’d become. But he did often wonder why everything had to be hell for him at every turn. Losing Marcus had broke him, losing Sibby had destroyed him. The pieces had been smashed so severely that when he put them back together, it formed something else.          “So, where is this safe house of yours?”