magic_fratboy

The only gift is a portion of thyself.

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(NOTE: Takes place just a couple hours after The Abyss escape. Selene is dealing_death and is used with the knowledge, if not permission, of her mun. :p)

( Cut for adult content: graphic sex and violent imagery... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 660

The power outage a couple hours before had forced him to bring out the candles, but even after the lights came back on, he left the melted stubs out for the baby.

With the lights out and three candles burning on the coffee table, not much more than stubs of wax cradling flickering tongues of flame, Tommy sat on the floor in front of the sofa with Mayilia cradled back against his chest so she could watch the fire dance. He was as entranced with her as she was with the fire, fascinated by the movement of her eyes and the way she worked her tiny mouth open and shut, as if she was trying to comment on the incomprehensible display before her.

“Is it pretty?” he asked her softly, reaching up to gently stroke the downy thatch of dark hair that was coming in thick and straight. He had no doubt it would take on the same wave both he and Zee had, soon as it grew longer…

She turned her head and tried to look up at him when he spoke. His heart clenched, watching her respond to his voice…knowing him, answering him in her own way. He was so impatient to know what she was saying, eager for the day when she’d become more than a vision of her mother, but an actual little person with opinions to express and thoughts of her own.

Grinning, he pointed at the candles and watched her. “What’s that? Is it pretty? You see the pretty fire?”

Flashing her baby smile at him, she turned back to the candles and cooed, lifting one arm and waving at them. One day she would point, one day she would be able to tell him.

Extending a hand, he turned to focus on the candles and smiled as he lifted his arm, calling to the fire as he did. The candles flared, rising to the call of power as the tongues grew and split, leaving three on the wicks and three floating above them, rising higher and moving as Tommy moved his hand. This way, that, they danced in midair as Mayilia rested her head back against his chest and tried to look up high, fascinated by the display.

In the darkness of his living room, Tommy turned three tongues of flame into dozens and made them fly. With little more than a thought, he made magic for his infant daughter and watched her marvel at the simple majesty of fire, and the greater feat of the power that was her birthright.

He gave her magic, and as she smiled and laughed, she gave that magic right back to him.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 446