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Challenge: H/C: „Sag mir doch, was los ist…“ (fürs Team)
Fandom: Original
Charaktere: Marcus Valerius
Wörter: 666
A/N: Ein bisschen mehr zu einer der angedeuteten Szenen hieraus, weil![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nyx_chan sie wollte. Und weil ich gar nicht anders konnte. ;)
Das Palimpsest heißt 1258 natürlich noch nicht so, aber… Anachronismen!
Marcus Valerius had been many things over the course of his unnaturally long life, including a scrawny kid on the streets of Syracuse, a soldier, a Persian mathematician, a fricking tree and the most powerful magos of the Roman empire. On occasion, he’d even been a friend. And a lover.
On occasion, he was very stupid.
“I need to leave”, he said, trying, and utterly failing, to sound as if he was sorry about having to leave Gad behind.
The other man raised an eyebrow. “You need to leave Bagdad? Or this bed? - Because, Masoud, you realise these are very different things.”
Masoud Gilani realised that, of course, and would have appreciated the easy out Gad was offering him. For Marcus Valerius, on the other hand, the difference was only marginal. Both. Neither.
“Gad…”
“Don’t, Masoud. Don’t devalue what we had.” What they’d had were heated discussions about the Archimedes Palimpsest, heated glances in the library and surprisingly gentle nights and Marcus figured he had devalued them all by neglecting to mention that he was 1270 years old and had helped Isidorus of Miletus collect Archimedes’ letters.
“You’re right. Of course you are.” He allowed himself a small smile. Gad had a tendency to be right. He could have been one of the greatest minds of this century, in another world, in another century. “I’m sorry.”
Gad, brilliant, kind, analytical Gad raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you sorry about?”
And as Marcus refrained to answer, he sat up on the cod, the sheet falling down to his hips. “Masoud. Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong...”
Marcus sighed. “I can’t to anything.” And in the end, that was the problem. That had always been the problem.
Gad’s eyebrow climbed higher. “I’m certain that’s not true. I don’t know who you are, Masoud from Gilan, but I know what you are.” The thing Marcus had liked the most about Gad was the fact that he just didn’t believe in gods and demons and magic. Or so he had thought.
“And what, exactly, am I?”
“A sorcerer, a necromancer, an enchanter… What do you call yourself?”
“Magos.”
“You’re Roman. Figures.”
“Gad…”
“No, no, I really don’t need to know who you are.” Her carded a hand through his short locks. “What I need to know is what’s wrong.”
Marcus pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. He should have left a long time ago, but of course, he’d fooled himself because he’d been in love with the city, with the House of Wisdom, with the air of peace and knowledge, with the heated debates… “Nothing’s wrong, everything is as it is supposed to be.”
Gad wasn’t supposed to live to see his thirtieth birthday. The caliphate wasn’t supposed to see the next month. And Marcus… Marcus was supposed to see it all. Again and again and again.
“You realize that those are very different things?”
“I’m sort of an expert on the difference.”
Gad shifted, sheets rustling and then he pressed his lips to Marcus’ forehead. “That’s what I thought. - When are you going to leave?”
Beautiful, brilliant Gad who should have had it all. And all of a sudden, Marcus knew what he had to do, and it felt great. “I’m not. - But you are. With the first light tomorrow.”
“Masoud?”
“Gad. I really can’t do anything. The hordes are going to take the city and I can’t do anything because that’s not how magic works, it doesn’t change things. I can’t save anybody. But I’ll be damned, if I don’t try, just this once.”
“So you’re what? Trying to save me?”
Marcus laughed. “Gods no! No, I’m just trying to save myself… and if we’re really lucky, you won’t have to pay the price for that.”
“The price?”
“It’s mathematics really: With magic, there is always a trade off.” And it was never, never worth paying it. But luckily, Marcus wasn’t only a mathematician.
On occasion, he was just very stupid.
Challenge: H/C: „Sag mir doch, was los ist…“ (fürs Team)
Fandom: Original
Charaktere: Marcus Valerius
Wörter: 666
A/N: Ein bisschen mehr zu einer der angedeuteten Szenen hieraus, weil
nyx_chan sie wollte. Und weil ich gar nicht anders konnte. ;)Das Palimpsest heißt 1258 natürlich noch nicht so, aber… Anachronismen!
Marcus Valerius had been many things over the course of his unnaturally long life, including a scrawny kid on the streets of Syracuse, a soldier, a Persian mathematician, a fricking tree and the most powerful magos of the Roman empire. On occasion, he’d even been a friend. And a lover.
On occasion, he was very stupid.
“I need to leave”, he said, trying, and utterly failing, to sound as if he was sorry about having to leave Gad behind.
The other man raised an eyebrow. “You need to leave Bagdad? Or this bed? - Because, Masoud, you realise these are very different things.”
Masoud Gilani realised that, of course, and would have appreciated the easy out Gad was offering him. For Marcus Valerius, on the other hand, the difference was only marginal. Both. Neither.
“Gad…”
“Don’t, Masoud. Don’t devalue what we had.” What they’d had were heated discussions about the Archimedes Palimpsest, heated glances in the library and surprisingly gentle nights and Marcus figured he had devalued them all by neglecting to mention that he was 1270 years old and had helped Isidorus of Miletus collect Archimedes’ letters.
“You’re right. Of course you are.” He allowed himself a small smile. Gad had a tendency to be right. He could have been one of the greatest minds of this century, in another world, in another century. “I’m sorry.”
Gad, brilliant, kind, analytical Gad raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you sorry about?”
And as Marcus refrained to answer, he sat up on the cod, the sheet falling down to his hips. “Masoud. Tell me. Tell me what’s wrong...”
Marcus sighed. “I can’t to anything.” And in the end, that was the problem. That had always been the problem.
Gad’s eyebrow climbed higher. “I’m certain that’s not true. I don’t know who you are, Masoud from Gilan, but I know what you are.” The thing Marcus had liked the most about Gad was the fact that he just didn’t believe in gods and demons and magic. Or so he had thought.
“And what, exactly, am I?”
“A sorcerer, a necromancer, an enchanter… What do you call yourself?”
“Magos.”
“You’re Roman. Figures.”
“Gad…”
“No, no, I really don’t need to know who you are.” Her carded a hand through his short locks. “What I need to know is what’s wrong.”
Marcus pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. He should have left a long time ago, but of course, he’d fooled himself because he’d been in love with the city, with the House of Wisdom, with the air of peace and knowledge, with the heated debates… “Nothing’s wrong, everything is as it is supposed to be.”
Gad wasn’t supposed to live to see his thirtieth birthday. The caliphate wasn’t supposed to see the next month. And Marcus… Marcus was supposed to see it all. Again and again and again.
“You realize that those are very different things?”
“I’m sort of an expert on the difference.”
Gad shifted, sheets rustling and then he pressed his lips to Marcus’ forehead. “That’s what I thought. - When are you going to leave?”
Beautiful, brilliant Gad who should have had it all. And all of a sudden, Marcus knew what he had to do, and it felt great. “I’m not. - But you are. With the first light tomorrow.”
“Masoud?”
“Gad. I really can’t do anything. The hordes are going to take the city and I can’t do anything because that’s not how magic works, it doesn’t change things. I can’t save anybody. But I’ll be damned, if I don’t try, just this once.”
“So you’re what? Trying to save me?”
Marcus laughed. “Gods no! No, I’m just trying to save myself… and if we’re really lucky, you won’t have to pay the price for that.”
“The price?”
“It’s mathematics really: With magic, there is always a trade off.” And it was never, never worth paying it. But luckily, Marcus wasn’t only a mathematician.
On occasion, he was just very stupid.
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Date: 2018-07-31 06:50 pm (UTC)Und daawww, ich hab Gad adoptiert, my precious son...
Ach Marcus...
Mit jedem Schnipsel liebe ich diese Story mehr <3
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Date: 2018-08-06 06:51 pm (UTC)Gott, danke für dein Bestärken meines Wahnsinns. ♥
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Date: 2018-08-06 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-08-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Ich habe viel zu viel Spaß an diesem AU entwickelt, das völlig der Idee "historisch + Flirten? Also... flirten in verschiedenen historischen Perioden" geschuldet ist. ...Nicht, dass davon IRGENDWAS übrig geblieben ist.^^"
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Date: 2018-08-12 12:40 pm (UTC):D Ich kenne den Charakter gerade Mal seit zwei Sätzen aber ich mag ihn schon sehr