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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:18 pm
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Don't Worry...
What was this? Why is this magnificent creature telling Miles all this? It hurts? What hurts? ... You're heart. Miles cheeks flushed as he slowly put some of the imaginary pieces together. Some kind of brilliant love confession from his one true love!? It couldn't possibly-.. It's too much like some kind of romantic comedy. Maybe Asho thinks of Miles, like Miles thinks of him.
All too much wishful thinking.
But his friend was hurting. And to Miles, this was some kind of love confession. Or at least, he could pretend it was. Miles blinked a bit and then registered a sweet smile. Taking one hand lightly caressing the Djinn's cheek, rubbing a thick possible tear away with his thumb. Miles returned Asho's passionate glare with a humbling soft one. Then, with a quick finger, Miles through his lusciously thick blanket over the Djinn's head and tossed both males under a slew of blankets and pillows.
Laughing, Miles dug for Asho until he found him in the mound. Both of them were under a large blanket and bombardment of pillows, much like ones that kids like to do. He kissed the Djinn's forehead once again and slowly laid on his stomach.
"Thank you, Asho. But I've been wondering about something... Can I ask you?" Miles asked Asho, hopefully before the Djinn tackled and tried to suffocate him under pillows. Miles rested his chin on back of his hands, hissing a bit from the pain.
"Asho, what happens to me when I die?... I mean-er.. well, what happens to you when I pass?" Miles asked calmly, his features calm but his voice serious.
... I Got This. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:51 pm
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Be careful what you wish for...
His misty blue-grey eyes blinked when Miles wiped at them with his thumb and he sniffled a bit. No way he was going to start bawling again, too embarrassing. Then all of a sudden Miles tossed blankets over them, pulling Asho under too. Flailing around until they found each other the djinn frowned, sniffling but didn't say anything. His cheeks heated when he got a soft kiss on his forehead, he wiggled around a little.
"Huh?" Suddenly Asho had a guilty look and diverted his eyes away. "When the Master of the Lamp dies the Djinn will be sealed back inside for the next owner to come.... That was the original rule. After a while the ones trapped inside would die though..." Asho grabbed a pillow to clutch, that dark look entering his eyes like he was seeing a nightmare. "The magic we, no pretty much all magic, that's used is only finite. When it's gone it's gone for good. Djinn however can replenish their own magics by taking it away from something else, hence why we get so old and strong. However, once we were enslaved by the humans we'd only wanted to help more and more of use died off...." Pausing he peeked over at Miles. "It takes a great deal of magic and energy to be born. I was born under a blood moon when it set into the ocean. On the horizon where they met a flash of moonlight on the ocean's blue water was so radiant I appeared.... Of course that was the very first red moon to ever be, it was a magnificent moment...." Sighing and rolling onto his own stomach he watched Miles a bit.
Coming to a conclusion Asho decided to tell Miles everything, even if it meant making the other hate and fear him. "I'll only tell you Miles... Because you're the only human I trust...." biting his lip the man paused. This was a big confession. No living being had ever known so much about his kind before. "I was trapped in my lamp a long time ago. I've watched so many of my brethren die it made me so angry, so while I cannot break the rules set by the original master I can change them. But first... remember when we first met and I freaked over my lamp?" He looked at the other then went on. "It's because all of the magic I have is inside it," swallowing deeply he spoke softly,"and the red gem... is my soul. If the lamp breaks I will feel the injury to myself. If the gem is destroyed I'll die... So if you wanted to you could have hurt me a lot and I could have done nothing to stop you. I am not allowed to kill my Master. Oh, I could call vengeance upon you by tricks and such or simply ignore you when you were in trouble, but as long as your death doesn't come by my hand the rule stands... The rules of the lamp wrap our lives so tightly to our Masters it's nearly impossible to break free since upon their deaths we return to the lamps unless summoned."
Asho began worrying the edge of the pillow. "Um, however, all my past Masters have died... I made sure," his eyes flickered coldly,"they begged for a quick death while I watched." Giving himself a moment to cool off the djinn closed his eyes and took a breath. "The moment they would have died I took their soul. A loop-hole I wrote into my contract. You get my magic, until it nearly kills me; in exchange I get your soul upon death." Now that it was out in the open Asho waited for Miles's reaction.
Because when Miles died Asho would take his soul to keep himself alive; refilling his magics with it.
...Because there is usually a Price. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:35 pm
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Don't Worry...
Miles listened intently, taking in every word. His eyes widened when Asho spoke chillingly about his previous masters and how he made sure they all died. When he finished, Miles took in a deep breath and sighed with an indifferent look. His lips contorted to side and then the other. "Huh..." he breathlessly let out.
He glanced over at Asho, his face looked as if it was expecting a more hateful reaction. His head leaned against his arms and he looked at Asho in the eyes.
"So in the end, I'm yours....hm.." Miles thought out loud as his eyes began to wander. Then he looked at Asho, and simply smiled with his grand pearly whites. " Well then... at least I know my soul will be put to good use...." he laughed a bit. Surely Asho was expecting something bigger.
But I know what I have to do...
Miles explained. "do you really think I couldn't figure out something like that? I mean- I guessed something close, but I wasn't too far off..haha!" He was still smiling.
Just give me some more time... because...
" I just wanted to know for sure. I didn't think that having a magical creature that could give me anything I wanted was for free..." he flipped over on his back, groaning a bit in pain.
...Because I don't know if I can give you up just yet...
".. nah.." He reached out for Asho's hand to hold. " I knew there was a catch...so, I better enjoy the time I have with you.." He spoke so easily about this, as if the news didn't bother him. But the truth was, it didn't. He had Asho there and that was all that mattered to him. "But I wonder... If you could kill me, No punishment from any contract...and be honest, would you?" he asked, violet eyes glistening from curiosity.
......I love you so much, I'd die 1000 times for you
... I Got This. |
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 11:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 7:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:58 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 6:03 pm
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Don't Worry...
As the days came and went, Miles was still constantly changing bandages. The wounds were getting better but scars were being left behind. Although Miles had decided to take a few sick days from school, he knew Mary wouldn't exactly be too happy to find out that one of her models had scars. This could possibly end his career.
And then, that fateful hour when the phone rang again. Miles managed to grab it on the third ring and when he spoke a simple 'Hello, Miles here', he got back;
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! And why the hell did Asho yell at me the other day?" the woman screamed on the other end of the line.
Miles pulled the phone away from his ear as she went on ranting. He gave a heavy sigh and tried to explain to her that Asho hasn't been feeling well. Trying to make up some excuse because he certainly can't tell her that the two were kidnapped. Quickly forgiving Asho for his absence, Mary then returned her attention on Miles.
"I know you called in about a sick day, but you usually don't and you have an important shoot coming up. You also didn't explain your symptoms", she questioned. Although she was suspicious, Mary was genuinely concerned for their well-being and her business.
"Uhh.. Well to be honest, I sort of got into a motorcycle accident", Miles lied. Anyone near by could hear Mary scream in the phone once again.
"WHAT?!" Miles flinched in pain.
"Miles... "Mary gave a regretful sigh, she asked how bad his scars were and Miles was only too reluctant to answer. Trying to pass off too bullet wounds and motorcycle wounds wasn't going to be easy. Hopefully, Asho was sleeping so he wouldn't have to be involved. "I want you to come within the next hour and show me how bad this is...okay?... I'm not taking 'no' for an answer" she demanded.
Miles clenched his fist and sighed. "okay...sure....bye.." Miles looked at the bandage on his wrist as he hung up the phone. He knew Asho could probably fix him up, but he doesn't like having Asho use his magic.
... I Got This. |
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 6:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:10 pm
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