|Skeren Dreamera (skeren) wrote,|
@ 2009-04-13 01:19:00
|Entry tags:||gabriel, jacob, no trains here|
No Trains Here 1/?
Title: No Trains Here
Characters: Jacob Tesing and Gabriel Balora
Note: We just decided to toss in some random elements and got this. Enjoy. Oh! And it's not the last you'll see of these two.
Jacob moved his hand over the surface of the crystal, not touching it because that would just be stupid. He was a fool, but not that kind of a fool, and he desired his fingers to stay attached to his body. Still, it wasn't typical that buildings had such sources of magic anymore.
Gabriel watched from the doorway, arms folded over his chest as he waited expectantly for him to finish his examination. He didn't think that there was going to be anything wrong, but if there was, he wanted to know. It was his soul that had bound itself to that thing, after all.
He sat back on his heels and frowned before twisting to look at the man behind him. "Hovering over me is not going to make it come about to sense any faster my dear."
"No, but the longer this takes, the closer I'll be bound to it. And if it's unstable, I want to see if there's some way of severing the tie before I'm too close." He shifted his weight, but still glanced away, uncomfortable.
He looked upwards as though the deities would actually care to help him, then closed his eyes and let out an aggravated breath. "I'm telling you, you're fine."
"I'm telling you, I'm not! It's not every day I walk into a room and proceed to fall flat on my face because some part of my subconscious decided to grab hold of this stone as opposed to any of the others I've seen!" He pushed away, pacing the few steps to the wall and then back.
"Yes actually, it is because it's not your subconscious! For the love of... Come here." He gestured to the spot next to him.
He glared, but walked reluctantly over, shying away from coming too close to the crystal. "Then just what would you say it was, oh expert?"
"Clumsiness and an aptitude towards stupidity." He gave him a sweet smile, with a sharp edge to it. "Sit."
He growled incoherently, but couldn't decide on any one thing to say as they warred for control of his tongue, and finally gave it up. Instead he dropped to the ground cross-legged, glaring back at that smile.
"Oh shut up!" He glared right back at him. "It's hardly my fault you feel the urge to get into trouble at every turn."
"It's not like I'm trying to. I mean come on, that's why I was down here in the first place. This thing," he gestured toward the crystal, keeping a careful distance, "was supposed to be defunct."
"This thing." He pointed at it. "Is a living thing. Remember that volcano? Remember the sunken living city? Remember the gods thrice damned sleeping priests?!"
"Look, you can't blame the priests on me. The curse was supposed to keep them out for at least another hundred years. I couldn't exactly help getting flung onto that part of the markings to wake them up." He rolled his eyes, grumbling.
"I can and I do Belora. If you hadn't opened that door, which, mind, I -told you not to- then it wouldn't have come up, now would it?"
"The door was already open," he snapped. "I didn't have anything to do with it."
"With your luck you likely willed it open in advance, and guess what? It sure the hell looked closed to me!" He tossed up his hands, then flipped his black ponytail back behind him from where it had slid over his shoulder.
"Tasing, I can't will things open." He snorted and turned away eyeing the crystal. "Though I won't argue about my abysmal luck. Now come on, what's this doing, and why is my soul bound to it? And hells, why not add in, 'Why is it still working when it isn't supposed to?'"
"I've told you to call me Jacob." He muttered that darkly before sighing. "If your soul is bound to that magic rock why can't you believe in a little telekinesis?"
He ignored the reminder. "It's not that I don't believe in it, it's just that I'm not supposed to be able to actually manipulate anything. I'm a hold, remember? Magical reservoir that can't do jack shit with it?" He waved his hands around in frustration. "You've bitched me out for it often enough."
"Only because you say you can't do anything and look!" He waved pointedly at the glowing rock. "Something!"
"I didn't do it, though!" He rolled to his feet again, pacing and trying to take care of some of the tension in him.
He made a noise of complete frustration and grabbed the back of his shirt to yank him back down. "No you don't! We are not doing the pacing thing. You'll likely trigger off some trap or something equally stupid if you do."
He grunted as he was yanked back down. "What sort of traps- wait, don't answer that." With a groan, he dropped his head into his hands, digging his fingers into copper curls. "Please don't answer that. I don't need the whole list again."
"But I would be so happy to give it to you my dear." He smirked, then shook his head. "Honestly man, what do you expect? You say that magic is unto you and not vice versa, but it's certainly not a coincidence. Ever."
"It's not like I try. Really. I'd be perfectly happy to just stay at home with the books, but noooo, you keep bringing me with you."
"Because if I left you at home with the books you'd be kidnapped and ill used, or need I remind you."
"No..." It was muffled, but he finally lifted his head up to glare. "Look, can we get back on topic here? Glowing rock apparently being powered by me for whatever reason?"
"Because you're you, obviously." He eyed it a moment longer, then looked at him intently. "So, Belora. You really believe it's attached to you?"
"It's drawing from me, which only you should be able to do now. Yes, it's attached to me." His voice was tense, but he kept from adding anything else.
"And yet you still insist on last names." He scowled, then smirked. "You trust me, right?"
He eyed that smirk cautiously. "...do I have a choice?"
He reached out and braced his hand on his side before grinning. "Nope." Then his other hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him to put his hand on the ball.
"Gnn!" He jerked, eyes going wide as his hand came fully in contact and all his muscles convulsed at once. Light crawled from the stone up his arm like crackles of lightning, and then went on to the rest of his body, branching out to Jacob via where he was holding on.
He hissed, then tightened the fingers on his waist, eyes fixed on his hand. "Damn Timmy you don't do things by halves do ya? Okay, this may hurt but you're -not- releasing that until it winks out."
"Not...Timmy!" The usual protest managed to force its way out through gritted teeth. Then his head jerked back, irises turning the usual gold of his magic as his eyes went sightless for the time being. The crackling seemed to double around him.
"If you say so Belora." He wrapped his arm tighter around his waist, not stopping the spillover to him, but more contact meant more reflected pain, and not for the first time he didn't like his empathy. He tightened his fingers on the man's wrist, just knowing the instant he let go the idiot would jerk away, then they'd have to start over.
When it ended it was rather sudden, with a crack like a lightning strike that was grounding itself in him, and he jerked again as the crystal proceeded to crack, lines spreading across the darkened surface from where his hand was held in contact with it.
Only then did he jerk the man away from the stone, using all his considerable strength to budge him back,
"...fuck you..." He could barely pant it out, still twitching as the energy crackled through him, slowly settling.
He sat, having no intention on hanging onto the man like he was a swooning princess. Not when he was taller and wider than him. "Love to. If I'd touched that thing it would have burned off my hand, did you know that?"
He glared up at him, gold being very slow to recede. "And so you decided to just shove my hand against it instead? Maybe I should have taken my chances with the possible traps."
"It worked." He looked smug, leaning in so their noses were almost touching and meeting his eyes. "See what happens when I trust you?"
"You didn't say jack shit about that."
"Like I would." He smirked, blue eyes bright. "I trusted you, you trusted me, it hurt like a bitch but you're in one piece and look, soul bonded piece of magic rock isn't an issue now."
He dropped his head downward, feeling the last static-y traces of magic settling themselves inside of him as the gold faded back to green."Why? Of all the people in the world, why did I have to get stuck with you?"
"I'm your knight in tarnished armor sweetcheeks."
"I repeat: fuck you." He tossed him a glare. "Other than electrocuting me, did you have a reason for coming down here?"
"You were whining, remember?" He released the man to let him fall over on the floor unsupported and got to his feet, moving away from the broken ball to the shelves.
He let himself drop the rest of the way, staring up toward the ceiling. "I wouldn't have if I'd known this would have happened."
"You're fine Timmy. Just stay put while I get some of these books."
"Really, stop it with the Timmy shit! If you're going to mutilate my name, you could at least mutilate my actual name."
"Heh, you're a Tim, you just don't know it." He smirked. "I could call you Gabby." He turned slightly in place to look at him, turning his voice breathy in a mockery of women that sometimes got a good look at the other man. "Gabri~el."
He twitched. "Shut up. Just...shut up."
He fluttered his eyes, then smirked wickedly before turning back to his book gathering, up to an armload. "Like you don't enjoy that women fawn all over you."
He finally sat up, glaring as usual. "Not after the first few did it. You of all people should know how boring it gets. And careful with those, they're important."
"I'm not going to hurt them and no I don't know how boring it gets. Then again, I get laid on occasion."
"Don't remind me."
"Why not? Jealous?" He laughed. "If you tell them you're a virgin, which I hope to god you're not, they'll show you a thing or two if you're feeling insecure." He leaned up on his toes to get one of the books too high for him to properly reach.
"Because- nevermind." He rolled to his feet and reached up to get it, tucking the book into his own arm. "Give me some of those."
He scowled at him. "I have them. And because what?"
"Just let me take some, and we'll both be able to carry more."
"Your logic makes no sense."
He raised an eyebrow. "How does that not make sense? Splitting the weight means we can carry more."
"This isn't exactly all the books in the room Belora." He glared, then turned and moved stiffly over to collect another tome from a lower shelf.
"Picky, picky." He rolled his eyes and continued collecting books from the higher shelves, skipping over the ones that were obviously useless.
He muttered something under his breath and crouched to wiggle a tome free from where it had, for unfathomable reasons, been wedged under and behind one of the shelves. He was braced to dodge, just in case.
Gabriel paused, turning to keep an eye on him.
He shifted and managed to get the book free, eyeing the bookcase warily as it wavered in place, then made to get upright with his load.
He turned away again, tucking a few last useful-looking books into the pile he was carrying. "You good?"
He nearly lost the entire thing s he added the last book to the pile, but quickly caught the stack against his chest as he made his way over to him. "Always."
He eyed the stack, but stayed quiet about it. "Then let's get out of here before we find any more weird glowing crystals that shouldn't be glowing."
"You mean before you find them Balora." He snorted, then started for the door quickly.
"Me, we, whatever. You always come drag my ass out of it anyway." He followed after, casting one last irritated look back at the cracked crystal.
"If I didn't you'd be dead by now." He shook his head, twisting to shoulder the door further open as he went through.
"Don't I know it," he muttered under his breath, keeping it quiet as he followed. He shifted the weight in his arms enough that he could hit the light switch with an elbow as he headed out, letting the door close behind him.
He had a bit more issue with the next door as it -wasn't- cracked open.
"Here, let me take some of those. I'm the useless one when it comes to actually doing things," he said, exasperated.
He twisted slightly to defend his stack and narrowed his eyes at him. "I have it."
"I didn't say that you don't." He rolled his eyes. "I'm just offering a way to actually make myself useful."
"Then open the door. I can handle the books."
"...fine. Stubborn ass." He shifted the weight of his own stack, propping them awkwardly against one hip and opening the door as quickly as he could so he could take the weight of his books again. He opened it the rest of the way by use of a foot.
Jacob pushed through with his back as soon as the door was open far enough and headed off down the hall. "Only because you're being a pain."
"Dick." It was said absently as he went after him.
"If only you'd admit it." He smirked, not pausing.
"You wish," he tossed back.
"Yeah yeah, you don't have sex, I forgot." He rolled his eyes. "You need to get -laid- buddy."
"Why are you so focused on that?"
"I'm not, you're the one that keeps bringin the fun parts into the conversation."
"You brought it up the first time," he shot back.
"Eh, I suppose so, but it's cause you were griping and you're highly entertaining when I made that voice at you."
He growled, a few incoherent threats mixed in.
"See? Just like that. You complain too much Balora."
"Only because I'm stuck with you all the time, Tesing."
"Jacob. And you're only stuck with me because you love me, obviously."
"I'm sorry, did you say something?"
He snorted and shook his head, coming to the main doors and cutting his pale blue eyes towards the man pointedly.
"Yes, oh great Lord and Master?" He grinned back and didn't move.
"Door, you great idiot."
"At least I'm great at something," he muttered, repeating his balancing act to get the door open, this time putting his own back against it to hold it open for him. "Go ahead."
He snorted softly, then swept past him, tossing his head just enough his ponytail flicked as he checked the hall they entered. And the exit was down this way... he headed right for it.
He wrinkled his nose as the ponytail flicked, and then let the door fall closed behind them. "Do I at least get lunch after this?"
"Maybe, what are you going to get?" He shouldered open the next door and started down the steps towards their horses.
"Steak?" His voice was hopeful. "I mean come on, you electrocuted me."
He smirked a little and rearranged the books carefully to try and free a hand to load up the packhorse. They could get back to warmer climates soon, thank the gods. "If that's what you want to get..."
"Yes!" He bounced a little on his heels, curls bouncing with him, an eager grin on his face.
The smirk grew with that. "Then who am I to stop you?"
"Awesome! But books back first." He grinned brightly.
"Of course." He eyed him, smirk still firmly on his face as he worked on getting them onto the horse. It wasn't like he hadn't been trying.
He rolled his eyes and stepped over, finally just shifting the load in his arms and taking the top several off of Jacob's. "There. Just pack them from the main pile I've got."
He gave him a disgruntled look, then turned back to what he was doing, chin lifted as he quickly arranged things onto the horse.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you're still manly, let's just get these back so we can go get me lunch."
"Bottomless pit." He scoffed, leaning up to secure something before circling to make sure the weight was even.
"You electrocuted me."
"You wanted me to."
"What? Like hell I did." He stared at him, wide-eyed and offended. "I wanted you to take care of the soul-sucking rock!"
"I didn't think that had anything to do with getting me electrocuted by magic!"
"It took care of the soul sucking rock, now didn't it?" He smirked, then slipped around him to get on his horse. "Just like you wanted."
"Wasn't there a different way to do that?" He gave him a put-on look, heading for his own horse and swinging up almost absently.
"Not that wouldn't take forever. Sides, I'm just glad it worked." Leaning back to grab the reins of the pack horse, he spurred his horse quickly to move before Balora figured out what that meant.
"Yeah, but-" He stopped, and stared after. "Wait. You bastard! You didn't even know if it would work?!" He spurred his horse after, yelling.
He looked ahead of them, pretending to be deaf.
He stopped yelling shortly, and just glared at his back. He'd be angrier if it was the first time this had happened, but it wasn't. "Bastard."