Chase Brent || Caleb Widogast 🔥 (weboffire) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-12-15 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * andrea, c: chase brent |
WHO: Chase Brent | Caleb Widogast
WHEN: December 14, middle of the night.
WHERE: His apartment/room
SUMMARY: Chase gets a memory, post-gala, of Essek and magic training. It opens a few things up.
WARNINGS: PG, one swear.
”What is it you wish to do? Do you wish utility in manipulation of the world around you?” The question was fond, as Essek looked at him, and Caleb’s little smile formed as he looked across at the Shadowhand. “Always.” They sat now, in the comfort of Xhorhaus. Caleb with his spellbook open, Essek with his own, but closed as he regarded the human wizard with one of those looks. Neither of them paid much mind to Jester, sitting nearby with her snacks. “Do you enjoy the idea of drawing the potential from discarded timelines?” Caleb’s face changed with that question, his eyebrows rose high. He tilted his head, nodding just a bit. “That is … intriguing.” A short pause. “How do you mean?” The magic next, that he showed Caleb, was remarkable. Gold dust sat in the palm of his hand, and he took a chair, balancing it in the air with magic, and with a air-drawn glyph, made the chair freeze in space, fixed there around them. Jester was clapping before Caleb could even tear his eyes from the chair, having watched with rapt attention. He reached out to tug on it, and inclined his head towards Essek. “That is useful, yes I know.” He sighed, “That is useful.” The looks exchanged were long, of two people that regarded each other as equals, not of student and teacher. There was something more there, to be sure, but nothing Caleb could bring himself to say. Especially not with Jester in the room, climbing all over the chair. Later, after their lesson, after he had learned two new spells, Caleb sat alone in his room, practicing the magic. A small gold wire lay in his hand, as he reached out to levitate a chair in the middle of the room. He had done that magic plenty of times, it was easy. But next was Essek’s. Great concentration, and then-- Chase woke with a start, his breathing rushed and panting, as his bed toppled to the side, dumping him onto the floor, several feet down. He landed with a thud, only half awake. Sitting up, he rubbed his head as he glanced back at his bed-- Which was dangling in the middle of the room, several feet above the ground. “Oh.” Waking up now, as if cold water had been doused on him, Chase looked up at the bed, magically floating, and smiled. “Oh, fuck yes.” |