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magic_fratboyWhat we have inherited from our fathers and mothers is not all that 'walks in us.' There are all sorts of dead ideas and lifeless old beliefs. They have no tangibility, but they haunt us all the same and we can not get rid of them. Whenever I take up a newspaper I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. Ghosts must be all over the country, as thick as the sands of the sea.
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“You marry her, and you marry her quickly.”
Tommy looked up from the diaper bag he was packing to find his aunt standing in the doorway with a strange expression on her face. In the warm, weathered features that still held so much beauty, he saw more pain that he could imagine his sweet, vivacious aunt ever feeling.
“Aunt Zeph?...”
“Tommy…you know how we lost your uncle, moro?”
“Before I knew about the power? Massive stroke…after? He died fighting for the Fraternity.” He replied, dropping the spit rag in his hand and moving to sit on the edge of the guest room bed. “Why? What’s going on?”
Zephyr Fotilas sighed as she moved into the room and sank down to sit beside him, perched daintily on the edge with her hands on her knees. So delicate, too delicate, but in the knotted hands that curled into her slacks he saw all the strength he only wished he had.
“It’s not all the truth, baby. And not even your cousin knows it.”
For a moment his head couldn’t get around what she had said, then the confusion borne of denial finally melted into shock, leaving him speechless for a moment as he stared at her.
“I…don’t…why are you telling me this?”
“Because you gonna walk into a lion’s den in a few weeks, and you gonna die. That can’t happen. I gotta show you what we did, baby, what you need to do. Else I gonna lose you just like I lost my Vinnie, and I just…I can’t bear it. You’re just like my own little boy…”
Before he could answer, find some way to reassure her, her fingers touched his temple and his eyes slammed shut against his will. There was darkness, warmth…and in the dark, he began to see something…
Fragmented images. Feelings, thoughts, pieces of a shared history. An ancient rite, forbidden…a ritual gone wrong.
“The circle is the shackle that binds us.” A male voice. “Serve the power, serve the mother. Serve the mother, serve the Fates. Serve the Fates, serve the gods. In our service, defy their will, and in our defiance, serve the power.”
“Till death and dark shall take us both, we so swear.” Female, musical and warm…Zephyr.
“On love.”
“On faith.”
“On justice.”
“On the blood that binds Hope and man, we swear.”
His eyes slammed open, his blood running cold as he jerked away from Zephyr, horrified. It was such an idyllic vision, filled with love and readiness, with hope undiluted…and yet he was horrified.
“My God…you’re the reason Uncle Vince is still alive.”
He watched her stare at her hands, the silence stretching until he could barely stand it when her voice, soft and quavering, finally filled his ears.
“Your grampa, he never like me. Said I wasn’t good enough for his son, his golden boy. But the ancient vows Epimetheus swore to Pandora…we thought we do them, and nobody can tear us apart. The vows, they promise power to the betrothed…”
“I know.” And he did, that was the funny thing. Maybe the power had gifted him with it, but he knew what she was talking about. “A second vow of marriage he swore to her before the gods. After Pandora’s disobedience of Hermes.”
Zephyr nodded. “He swore to her his life, and she swore hers. After they was made avatars, their souls all gone. If Darkness take them, one’s power could sustain the other. Bind them up, see? But me and my Vinnie, we didn’t know how they done it. We read, we researched, and we thought we knew. It got all messed up.”
“He should have died…but he didn’t. He’s locked in his own skin.” He murmured, raking his hands back through his hair as he leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you gonna die if I don’t.” she insisted. “Tommy, don’t you see? It’s all inside you, the things you forgot and didn’t forgot. You know what we did wrong. You can fix it. You can do this and be so powerful, more than we ever hoped. You can do this right, and walk into that building what gonna fall down around you, walk in and out both. You trust her with your soul, and if that soul fall into danger? She holds on tight. She can save you. Tommy.”
Lifting his head, he looked up at Zephyr again and watched her reach out and catch his hand in hers, lifting it to her lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Tommy Karras…my brother’s baby, my baby’s brother…my Master…we can’t lose you. Promise me we won’t.”
For a moment he sat there, then drew a shaky breath as he straightened to wrap his aunt in a fierce hug.
“I swear it by the shackles that bind me.” He whispered, praying to the gods that he could keep that promise.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 826
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“You marry her, and you marry her quickly.”
Tommy looked up from the diaper bag he was packing to find his aunt standing in the doorway with a strange expression on her face. In the warm, weathered features that still held so much beauty, he saw more pain that he could imagine his sweet, vivacious aunt ever feeling.
“Aunt Zeph?...”
“Tommy…you know how we lost your uncle, moro?”
“Before I knew about the power? Massive stroke…after? He died fighting for the Fraternity.” He replied, dropping the spit rag in his hand and moving to sit on the edge of the guest room bed. “Why? What’s going on?”
Zephyr Fotilas sighed as she moved into the room and sank down to sit beside him, perched daintily on the edge with her hands on her knees. So delicate, too delicate, but in the knotted hands that curled into her slacks he saw all the strength he only wished he had.
“It’s not all the truth, baby. And not even your cousin knows it.”
For a moment his head couldn’t get around what she had said, then the confusion borne of denial finally melted into shock, leaving him speechless for a moment as he stared at her.
“I…don’t…why are you telling me this?”
“Because you gonna walk into a lion’s den in a few weeks, and you gonna die. That can’t happen. I gotta show you what we did, baby, what you need to do. Else I gonna lose you just like I lost my Vinnie, and I just…I can’t bear it. You’re just like my own little boy…”
Before he could answer, find some way to reassure her, her fingers touched his temple and his eyes slammed shut against his will. There was darkness, warmth…and in the dark, he began to see something…
Fragmented images. Feelings, thoughts, pieces of a shared history. An ancient rite, forbidden…a ritual gone wrong.
“The circle is the shackle that binds us.” A male voice. “Serve the power, serve the mother. Serve the mother, serve the Fates. Serve the Fates, serve the gods. In our service, defy their will, and in our defiance, serve the power.”
“Till death and dark shall take us both, we so swear.” Female, musical and warm…Zephyr.
“On love.”
“On faith.”
“On justice.”
“On the blood that binds Hope and man, we swear.”
His eyes slammed open, his blood running cold as he jerked away from Zephyr, horrified. It was such an idyllic vision, filled with love and readiness, with hope undiluted…and yet he was horrified.
“My God…you’re the reason Uncle Vince is still alive.”
He watched her stare at her hands, the silence stretching until he could barely stand it when her voice, soft and quavering, finally filled his ears.
“Your grampa, he never like me. Said I wasn’t good enough for his son, his golden boy. But the ancient vows Epimetheus swore to Pandora…we thought we do them, and nobody can tear us apart. The vows, they promise power to the betrothed…”
“I know.” And he did, that was the funny thing. Maybe the power had gifted him with it, but he knew what she was talking about. “A second vow of marriage he swore to her before the gods. After Pandora’s disobedience of Hermes.”
Zephyr nodded. “He swore to her his life, and she swore hers. After they was made avatars, their souls all gone. If Darkness take them, one’s power could sustain the other. Bind them up, see? But me and my Vinnie, we didn’t know how they done it. We read, we researched, and we thought we knew. It got all messed up.”
“He should have died…but he didn’t. He’s locked in his own skin.” He murmured, raking his hands back through his hair as he leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you gonna die if I don’t.” she insisted. “Tommy, don’t you see? It’s all inside you, the things you forgot and didn’t forgot. You know what we did wrong. You can fix it. You can do this and be so powerful, more than we ever hoped. You can do this right, and walk into that building what gonna fall down around you, walk in and out both. You trust her with your soul, and if that soul fall into danger? She holds on tight. She can save you. Tommy.”
Lifting his head, he looked up at Zephyr again and watched her reach out and catch his hand in hers, lifting it to her lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Tommy Karras…my brother’s baby, my baby’s brother…my Master…we can’t lose you. Promise me we won’t.”
For a moment he sat there, then drew a shaky breath as he straightened to wrap his aunt in a fierce hug.
“I swear it by the shackles that bind me.” He whispered, praying to the gods that he could keep that promise.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 826
