Abraxas Vex ☄ Magnus Bane (quitemagical) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-10-22 22:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !fairytale, abraxas vex, jonathan lockwood |
Who: Jonathan Lockwood & Abraxas Vex
What: Prince Jonathan is cursed and a warlock is called to help him
Where: Alicante, Idris
When: Late afternoon, an hour before sundown
Warnings: Entirely PG-13, just some flirting and admiring glances!
Status: Complete, part 2 of 2.
Jonathan didn’t realize he was holding his breath while Abraxas reached out until he started to feel like he couldn’t breathe, momentarily mistaking the light headedness as a direct cause of the physical contact until he remembered to exhale. He felt nervous, obviously not because Abraxas had to put hands on him to do this, even though Jonathan couldn’t remember another instance where someone else who’d come to the castle to try and fix him had needed to touch him for any reason. He wasn’t questioning it, Jonathan took Abraxas at his word. He was a High Warlock, after all. He obviously knew what he was talking about. (Jonathan was maybe a little bit gullible.) Which is why he relaxed a little when Abraxas reassured him that it wouldn’t hurt, quieting some of his nervousness as he watched those hands covered in a strange, blue flame reaching out towards his chest, no longer actively bracing himself for some kind of impact.
He breathed out more steadily when Abraxas’s hands flattened against his chest, relieved to find that what looked like fire around the warlock’s hands wasn’t actually hot. Jonathan relaxed even further, for a moment looking down curiously at the other man’s hands on him and the blue fire that seemed to spread out from Abraxas’s hands now that they’d made contact. Then he felt it, and Jonathan couldn’t help gasping a little. He didn’t exactly flinch, though he did briefly tense up again. It didn’t hurt, just like Abraxas had promised, but it did feel… more than a little odd, actually. Jonathan couldn’t describe it, but he’d never felt a sensation like this in his life. Obviously. Because until now, he’d never been touched by magic, or a warlock attached to it.
It felt… well, it did feel oddly intimate. Jonathan hadn’t known what to expect, but he hadn’t expected to actually be able to feel the magic inside him, and yet he thought that maybe he could. Or maybe he was just imagining things. What did he know about what magic felt like, anyway? The only magic he’d ever experienced before this was the curse that had put him in his current position in the first place, and that had never felt like this. It had felt like an intrusion, while this curiously didn’t. It felt like Abraxas himself was somehow reaching inside of him in the gentlest way possible that was also somehow completely all consuming. Jonathan felt like every part of him that Abraxas touched with his magic was lighting up for him, a kind of physical closeness to another person, to Abraxas, that he’d never imagined would be possible.
“... Hm?” Jonathan realized, heart beating a little more quickly, that Abraxas was asking him something, finally looking up from Abraxas’s hands on his chest to the warlock’s face, still a little transfixed. How did this feel? Jonathan could barely even describe what it was like to have Abraxas’s magic inside him to himself, let alone try to put it into words out loud. …Oh. Right. He’d never actually answered the question from before. That’s probably what Abraxas had meant, and Jonathan cleared his throat with a sheepish laugh. “Uh, it feels… like nothing, actually. For something that completely changed my life, the transformation feels like nothing. One minute I’m me and the next… I’m not.” He paused. “It definitely doesn’t feel… like this.”