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For a long while, he could only stare at the monument and wonder why he hadn’t come before now. All the years he’d stood in awe of the master, of his own soul, and he hadn’t made the journey to this place. He’d stood in the presence itself, and he hadn’t understood that violated feeling for what it was. Now he was here, with her again, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel.

Brighter laughter rang in his next to the carefree intimacy of another low chuckle. The memory of warm, luscious curves and of lean planes of skin burned under his fingers as he thought of two different loves, two different women.

He wondered about her soul…wondered if it recognized his.

When he finally gathered his courage to approach the tombstone of Wilhemina Beatrice Rahner, a bouquet of flowers in hand, so much of his fear melted away that it was hard to remember he’d been scared. He feared Bess Houdini on even her best day when he’d lived before, to be sure…but she knew his worst and still she’d mourned.

( The power of goodbye... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words :760

He doesn’t realize the red he’s seeing is in his eyes until he passes a store window and sees himself.

He doesn’t recognize the image before him in dark, reflective glass…worn jeans, black tank top ripped at the collar, and too-short hair making him seem thinner than usual. The sun is lightening his nearly jet black hair with streaks of caramel, his cheeks shadowed by stubble he can’t be bothered to shave.

And his dark eyes are blazing red coals, reflecting the power he feels boiling in his blood.

Moving closer to the window, transfixed, he remembers the initial surge of fury that carried magic on its back, a blast of power like he’d never felt in all the weeks since he’d entered into the Fraternity. It’s more still than that, it’s a touch of the divine…it belongs to him alone and no one else, but in spite of its intoxicating nature he feels no jealousy for it.

He remembers the rush of satisfaction that came from laying hands on Farah, blessing her with hope in its truest form…

All at once the fire in his irises dies, leaving them dark again. Dark, hollow, empty. Useless.

He understands, then, what the legends and tales about diminishing elves and faeries that fade and die with a lack of faith are really all about as he sinks to his knees on the busy city street. Hope is leaving him, bleeding through his pores and into the world around him. He can feel it working, the smiles and the deep breaths of fresh air coming off that second wind sustaining the humans surrounding him.

It leaves him and goes back to them…humanity. The thing he’s never actually been a part of.

Hope has a source, though, and faces of its own, just like the Darkness. Even now, one bares its face to him as he shuts his eyes and sinks back against the cool, slick pane pressing into the newly bared nape of his neck. He shivers and wishes for his hair back.

He wishes for Zee back.

Shutting his eyes, Tommy holds on to the vision of that face, praying it will sustain him. Bring back the fury, the white-hot rage that was keeping him on his feet. White hot rage, red hot coals where eyes should be. See the world through a veil of fire…

…the fires of the first dawn…

Bloody irises face the world again as his eyes slide open.

He ignores the chaos of a blown out six block power grid as he gets to his feet and starts moving again.

He has work to do…he has to find Zee.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 447

“Your energy’s fading.”

“Then let’s do this fast.”

“You could die.”

“If I die here, at least I’ll be back.”

He watched as Dog gave him that look...the one that meant he was going against his gut. Regardless of all the dogma he preached, however, Tommy knew that knowledge had at least a little to do with instinct. Dog didn’t know the things he did...he didn’t have the instincts.

“Then let the rite begin.”

( The Trial By Fire... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 870

Your result for The Heart Test...

Heart of Gold

You are 80% Independent, 70% Idealistic, 70% Intimate, and 60% Indulgent!

Take The Heart Test at HelloQuizzy

Figure I'll be doing a lot of this shit seeing as how I'm in bed. I called in sick at the office, but I'm still working from home. Something ain't right with me...Zee's a nervous wreck, I can tell 'cause she's smoking like a chimney.

Truth is...I'm a little nervous, too. I just hope this passes. Fast.

What is your typical...

( Typical stuff under the cut... )

In other news, got through rehearsal. Apparently I had some minor issues? But it wasn't like I got buried today, so it was cool. Worked on the twist I'm taking into this escape...I feel a little edgy, but so far things are working out.

(continued from here.)

'You're a mess, baby. You feel like eating or you just wanna pass out?'

"Protein bar and six years of sleep." Tommy sighed, shutting his eyes as he leaned back against the furthest wall of the elevator, allowing himself to appreciate the slow, rattly grind of the car being pulled up to his floor. That was all he wanted for himself right now: to rest, to surround himself with the familiar, the comfortable. He wanted to forget the world for a little while and just soak in the quiet familiarity of his own home.

And that felt wrong, somehow, out of place in his own head. Yet it was part of his nature, a part he rarely let himself reach out and touch. Was that part of the other soul that he'd been, perhaps? Was that Eric Weiss instead of Tommy Karras?

//They're one and the same.// he reminded himself. He had to remember that...because it was true. Slowly, the reality of it was sinking in, and he knew he had to deal with it.

When the elevator rolled to a stop and the doors slid open, Tommy straightened and gestured for Ziyah to exit ahead of him. "Ladies first." he declared with a small smile.

He couldn’t decide what was worse, the hot water or the cold as he stood under the shower head, letting the gentle spray fall on his bruised and beaten face. In the same thread, he still wasn’t sure which was worse: the Bringers of the Darkness that had the means to wound his soul, or the human servants that had more than enough ability to kick his ass all over the concrete.

( Tonight, it had been the human servants that wanted him... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 486

I got lucky. That’s all it was...right?

My first night at the Magic Castle, and I’m checking out a wing the general public never gets to see. Fraternity only, y’know? Relics of the masters humans will never get to touch, much less see, and here I am running my fingers over Dai Vernon’s favorite pack of cards. I’m leafing through volumes written on Kellar and Cardini penned by Brothers for the Fraternity.

( A brush with Houdini... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 683