#ThanksForComing

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Thanks for coming 3

Ten minutes later, Raphael took back his phone.

A few careless button presses later, he put the phone away again. Likely having spent the 20 quid for the rice-chicken-plate.

Other things would have looked more appealing, but 20 was bad enough already.

He didn’t mean to be rude, after all.

Unlike the ‘love spells’ they had to translate.

“I forswear you, the great god and Anterotes and the one with a hawk head, and the seven stars, from the moment I put this tablet, may Sextilius, son of Dionysia, not sleep, may he burn in madness, may he not sleep, nor sit, nor speak, but bear in his mind me, Septima, daughter of Amoena; may he burn with love and longing for me, may the mind and heart of Sextilius, son of Dionysia, burn with love and longing for me, Septima, daughter of Amoena. And you, Abar, Barbarie, Eloe, Sabaoth, Pachnouphy, and Pythipemi, make Sextilius, son of Dionysia, unable to sleep, but burn with love and longing for me, may his spirit and heart, as well as all limbs of Sextilius’ body be consumed by love: if not, I will descend into the shrine of Osiris, open his grave and throw him, so that he is carried away by the current; because I am the great decan of the god, mighty god AXRAMMAXALALA!”

“I’d include that she wants to throw Osiris in a river. It’s not that clear. And it makes it weirder”

“What, are you a ‘decan of Axrammaxalala?” Putting strange love spells on people. In this case, simply asking to have sex, but it was strange nonetheless.

“… how did you even say that without putting your tongue in knots”

“Hebrew aaaall the way”

That earned Henoch a raised brow, but no words, just a little smirk. And head shake.

Why exactly did he become more nervous, when Raphael deems him… attractive?

….

Raphael just sex-zoned him.

That probably was the strange thing here.

He hadn’t even thought he was in the race. Or that there was a race. Or what the goal was.

But well… they would burn that bridge when they got to it.

… maybe he was a bit too nervous.

It might have shown when he jumped at the doorbell.

“Do get that, please, thank you”, Raphael said after a glance at his phone. And disappeared I an ominous direction.

Likely the bathroom. He said something about it.

The door rang again.

“Coming, coming!” Even if the delivery guy certainly didn’t hear him.

“When he opened the door, the dude was right in front of it. And held out a sizable package and two bags of food towards him: “Good appetite and have a good meal!” He said before he left. Maybe six kilo of food in Henochs grasp.

“Isn’t that a little much?” He called after the guy. Into the empty hallway.

Henoch brought the unwieldy package in and fished out the receipt.

The first item was his very own order.

And then… the receipt got long. And expensive.

He was still reading when the door opened in the background: “This isn’t all for us, right? I think they gave you the wrong order. There are seven desserts on here”

What even was a ‘barfi’? It didn’t sound healthy and-

“Ah, I think it’s just about right. Can you bring it to the couch table? The books shouldn’t get dirty”

Henoch’s head snapped over to the side. Not Raph’s voice.

Certainly not Raph’s body.

He – she?! – currently twirled her massive, white curls into a ponytail and looked over at him.

Raphael was… smaller now. And had… curves. Where there weren’t any before. Generous curves. He was a stickfigure, how did this even-?!

The pants were rolled up, and so were the sleeves, the now too long shirt was tied into a knot in front of her belly. The shirt had a cleavage now that it half-slipped off her shoulders. She wore a bra.

She was barefoot.

… that was not actually all that strange. But she did have darker skin?! How even? He was milk in person form. And now she had… she had proper, soft, dark skin.

She sighed and picked up the food in front of me: “I said you would like it. Still bring the last bad, please”

And… he… ah… might have liked to see her go to a different, until now undisclosed part of the flat.

Apparently, the ‘walk’ came with the package. Package of the body. Without a package.

The ponytail swaying in front of her back didn’t make it better.

This certainly was… a surprise. An interesting surprise.

Apparently, the curse didn’t work as an ugly-stick on him. Her Something.

He happily followed.

[asheewrites]

Thanks For Coming

„Thanks for coming,“  said Raphael Israfil, opening the door to his flat.

There was a smile on his pale face. A little wobbly.

Maybe he had been sick. Would explain why he hadn’t seen him last session. He was difficult to miss, after all. Almost two meters and white as a wall, sick or not.

He looked even more pale today. Ah well.

“I do need to study, too,” Henoch said, inviting himself in, when his host walked inside and left the door open.

He hung his coat and put his shoes in the proper corner, next to the fallen over ones of the flat’s owner.

Henoch -barely - ignored it and walked over to the living room table. Because apparently he had one of those. In his very own, single person apartment.

The pretty sizable table was filled with books. Books the beanpole already poured over, tapping his pen.

“So, you really don’t talk much more when you are in your own home?”

He actually twitched at that, blinking back at him: “Ah… I can? With a theme?”

And then Raphael looked over at him, while he sat down. Just… looking. It never got less strange.

Anyway: “How about ‘here is some water so you don’t die of thirst’ or ‘Where do we start? I wasn’t there last lesson’ or ‘Yeah, that’s my flat, make yourself at home?’ “

He tilted his head: “… the water’s there. I read the transcript and I invited you” he frowned a moment, then: “The bathroom is the second door over there”

There was a second door, too. From the looks of it, a third one, too.

Doctors were supposed to become rich after studying.

“Splendid conversation,” Henoch frowned a bit.

“You came since I take Latin seriously. We got ten pages to translate, so we should get to it, I’ll throw you out before sundown”

This caused him to frown more: “… rude?”

“If it’s about food - I can order you food you can eat at home”

No, it was not about food, it was… well… possibly not that bad to have a set end time.

And they should get to it.

So, Henoch pulled out his own book and started his own draft.

Mediterranean texts. Transcribed on lead tablets.

Why exactly this was relevant to their studies was another question, but it was a decent amount of work, and inscriptions were at least real life examples of the language.

They got five pages in, meddling with the different cases and conjugations of the verbs, being baffled with the weird forms words could take on if they indicated their gender, function in the sentence, number and the connection to other words in the sentence just with the end of the word.

It was somewhat frustrating. Sometimes.

And then there was this:

Deprecor vos, sancti angeli. Quomodo (ha)ec anima intus in(cl)usa tenetur et angustiatur non vede que umine, ne aquem gerium non abet, si nima, pus Collecticii, quem peper Agne, teneatur, ard, destabes. Usque infernum mper cie Collecticium, quem peperet  Agnella.

“Ahahaha! They gave us curses to translate! How sweet!” Probably the most human of written languages.

Raphael stopped scribbling and looked over: “Curses, huh? How… how do you mean?”

“Well! How else would you describe this? ‘I beg you, holy demons. Just like this soul is enclosed inside, imprisoned, and sees no light, nor has any recreation, may the soul, mind and body of Collecticius, whom Agnella bore, be equally enclosed, may it burn, and fall into decay. Lead Collecticius, whom Agnella bore, away as far as to hell!”

And he… relaxed: “Oh. That kind of curse”

Henoch chuckled: “The other kind works better in our language anyway, you should know what you are saying for it to get through to anything”

His nose… crinkled. A bit like a bunny: “You… you know of the other kind of… curse?”

Henoch shrugged: “I did see a few, I like the less cursed magic better, though. Great for party tricks!”

“I see,” he said, a little too somber, “… good magic-experiences, then”

“Well, sure… any… different on your side?”

“Err…” And he actually looked away. 

Interesting.

[wilhelmjfink]

Painfully Accurate Pt. 2

WOW OKAY SO IT LITERALLY HAS TAKEN ME LIKE THREE WEEKS TO POST THIS PART sorry everyone. i bought a house!! but nah no one cares about that shit, sorry it took so long :x thank u to everyone who asked me to be tagged and reads it or reposts or w/e! this isn’t edited sooooooo.... sry

and also i didn’t even have anyone else read it either so sorry if some transitions don’t make sense?? it took me like four days to get this done lmao

enjoy~~~~ or don’t w/e

Then there was a moment of silence where you thought that maybe, just maybe, they were actually hearing your pleas; a moment that seemed to freeze in time, but yet still felt as though it had could’ve drug on forever as you waited whimpering against the tree, waiting for the next snap against your flesh. But it didn’t last, resuming to reality with the unmistakable sound of what you could literally only describe as death: a gasp, gargling, a thud. And that was it. More silence.

A gun cocked.

“Holy shit, dude!”

Shuffling, stomping. Though you couldn’t see anything your brain was making up images of it’s own: walkers, other people coming to kill your killers… you just wanted to shut the world away and bury yourself deep in your unconscious, but you just couldn’t. You were in so much pain; you were so, so fucking tired. And besides, hadn’t you just been asking for death to come to you a minute ago? You would’ve preferred something quicker than a walker, but at least there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

A gunshot, and and strangled cry.

“Come on out, asshole!”

Some how, your hands were freed, though everything seemed to be blurring together and you wondered if it was because you might be dying… but your head still pounded and you knew you were still there. The forest around you quickly became a mass of just colors and lights, splitting things in two, fading in and out. And then you realized the hands that grabbed yours were strong and warm, and very much alive.

They shoved your away from the tree you had confided in for the last few minutes or hours or however long it was and you landed harshly on your back, wailing from the impact on the swollen flesh of your back, but you just too tired to fight anymore. You were just over it.

The hands returned, and they gripped onto your wrist and drug you through the dirt and rocks underneath you, causing another scream of agony to erupt from your worn out vocal cords, the pain bordering unbearable. At a loss, you were prepared to plead again, to start begging for them to put you out of your misery, when the cold metal of a revolver was pressed against your head and you found you couldn’t even breathe.

“Come out now, or I’ll put a bullet through her skull!”

Those words woke up your senses, the situation becoming very real very fast, and you pried your tired eyes open to finally see what was going on around you. The man above you was different one than before, you were sure – one of his smaller, less prominent sidekicks. The other two members of the trio lay dead next to you in pools of their own blood.

Both of them had something sticking out of the back of their skulls; an arrow.

Any other time you would’ve cried with excitement at that sight but at that moment you were so sluggish and confused that you didn’t really understand what exactly was happening, and when those men were had died and who’d killed them – it was hard because you could still only focus on the fire that was singeing your back and tearing through your veins. It was looming over you like a dark storm cloud, not allowing you to pay attention to anything other than the pain… even the barrel of the gun that was still digging into your temple.

And you were positive you were dreaming when Daryl and Rick emerged from the bushes, hands up in surrender, eyes darkened. You found yourself blinking rapidly as if that would clear your head of the fog you had been suffocating in, you were so positive that they weren’t actually there. You were hallucinating from blood loss. And you knew you weren’t dead because you could still feel absolutely fucking everything.

Daryl’s eyes met yours and the ice blue you’d grown to love was gone, replaced with a dark grey, filled with nobody but absolute fucking rage.

“Let her go,” he growled lowly, a simple threat, but the sound of his voice made your heart race. He really did come to your rescue – just like he always did, and just like he always would.

“I really don’t think you’re in any position to be making’ threats,” the man replied. You could feel the vibration of the gun shaking against your temple as he trembled, terrified as his friends lay dead at his sides. Hell, you didn’t even care if he shot you at this point: you just wanted the fucking pain to go away. You had to have lost a lot of blood by this point – you were cold, dizzy, tired. You were teetering on the edge of consciousness, and you welcomed it, excited to not feel anything anymore.

Daryl took a single step forward and the man flinched, moving the gun to Daryl.

“Don’t fucking move!”

The world stopped spinning it seemed — the same couldn’t be said for your head and as you tired to push yourself up off the hard ground it lurched violently beneath you and you collapsed back down weakly. Daryl’s eyes were trained on you, hyper focused and ready to move, but your soft grunt reminded the man of your presence and he pointed the gun back down at you.

Daryl couldn’t show it but he was petrified; though he had already made up his mind that he would not allow this stranger to take the one thing loved in this shit world and he promised himself you’d get home safe if it was the last thing he ever did.

Rick’s instructions were simple: “Put the gun down.”

The mans eyes darted frantically back and forth between your friends and you suddenly remembered that there was a fucking arrow lodged into the skull of the man that lie next to you. You thought that you might be able to stay quiet enough and move slowly so that he wouldn’t notice you, but you were wrong. He panicked at your movement and he compromised his aim on you just long enough to kick you square in the head with his heavy work boot.

If you’d thought you were dizzy before you were horribly mistaken — now, in addition to the world around you tilting every which way, you were seeing double. There was a high pitched ringing in your eyes that felt like a drill that was being driven into your skull; you tried to catch your breath back and rolled onto your side, still unable to forget about the fresh and debilitating injuries on your back.

Two Daryl’s appeared in your line of sight and you had trouble focusing on just one of them as they drifted back and forth back into one figure that just spun around you. You couldn’t tell which one was real. But you could tell that they had pounced on your attacker like tigers, and they were pissed.

Being in the middle of a haze you struggled to keep focus as the scene played out before you — it made it even more difficult for you to keep up… though amongst the madness of trying to follow everything that was going on you were able to quickly deduct one thing that you were sure of: you had never seen Daryl so angry. He was feral, his teeth barring as he relentlessly threw punch after punch at the writhing man he had pinned helplessly underneath him. He was screaming, too, but you couldn’t quite make out the words over that fucking ringing and his words were muffled, they sounded too far away, and…

You blinked and Rick was there again; how long were your eyes shut? Your head hurt so bad �� ugh, that fucking ringing…

You were confused as to why Rick was in that fight, actually. The other guy wasn’t moving anymore. Rick is on top of Daryl. That doesn’t seem right. God, your fucking head hurt.

Once again your eyes fluttered open – when did you fall back asleep? It couldn’t have been long; it was still pretty bright outside. In fact, it was too god damn bright, your head was throbbing, and something heavy was resting on your shoulders, shaking you gently but over and over, annoying the fuck out of you.

Squinting against the unwelcome light, you brought your hand up defensively and swatted at whatever it was that was holding you down. You wanted to lay there forever, unmoving, untouched, and wait for death to come to you… hopefully at a quicker rate than these guys seemed to be aiming for.

But death never came. Instead, you just got to relive your nightmare over and over again while you drifted in and out of unconsciousness. You weren’t sure which one was worse.

Eventually you swam to the surface, fully removing yourself from the treacherous waters of your mind long enough to finally breathe easily. Senses returned to your body slowly, starting off pleasant at first, but drifted slowly into a dull ache in your whole body – some places more than others. But it wasn’t unbearable, which you seem to remember it being. Remember – you could hardly remember your name until you pried open your tired eyes and actually thought about it. Where were you now? How did you get there? It was the prison, you eventually realized, recognizing the dull gray concrete that seemed to surround you – fuck, it was still way too bright. Eyes back shut. Your bed wasn’t luxurious, but it wasn’t a forest floor, either. So, how did you get here? What the fuck even happened?

“How’s she doin’?”

The noise seemed unfathomably loud in the silence you’d come to appreciate with the pounding in your head. But it wasn’t all bad, because you recognized that voice. You’d heard it before, somewhere safe, and your body reminded you with a warm calm that spread all over your body. It wasn’t the tall, looming bald man or the scrawny guy with a neck tattoo.

“Still out.”

The sound of that voice had the opposite effect as the last but in the best possible way. It was a warm, southern drawl, but it sent a chill down your spine, the hair on your neck and arms standing up with it.  A voice that had woken you from so many bad dreams before – you’d begun to give up hope that it would ever come rescue you from that nightmare. Your body craved that voice.

It took every single ounce of strength that your tired body had left, but you managed to pry your eyes back open.

It took a few rapid blinks for your vision to clear. When it did, you couldn’t quite comprehend the sight in front of you, your brain lost and confused. After a moment of staring back at the two men who were looking down at you, you slowly, finally began to figure out what the hell was happening. 

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been so happy to see Rick and Daryl. They were both looking down at you, expressions blank in anticipation, and when you met a certain pair of ice blue eyes all of the horrible memories and aches and pains seemed to just disappear completely. You even managed to smile.

“Hey,” a familiar voice rasped, and even in your exhausted state a chill ran down your spine -- fuck, maybe it took something terrifying like that to happen for your to really acknowledge your feelings.

Arms heavy as lead, you lifted them up to pull Daryl’s head down to yours in a kiss.

d’awwww.

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Thanks for Coming 2

They continued. Another two pages in - and another curse to crush enemies more – Henoch piped up again: “It’s our enemies, actually, not my, so at least they hated in unison”

Raphael’s nose bunny-crinkled some more, he scribbled some notes and looked at the original text, cross-referenced and then huffed: “You’re right”

Henoch had watched the whole process. He did his research and considered things before doing anything, so…

“… how did you get involved with the other kind of curses?” It was not often an actual curse was being flung. It was a bit like stabbing someone, after all. Not well appreciated.

Raphael stared at him for an uncomfortable amount of time, but when Henoch opened his mouth, Raphael said: “I wanted to stand up for my believes and the integrity of the medical field. Curses are ridiculous”

That was a full sentence. And exactly none of the string of words fit to the question. Huh. “… soooo… you… met people who… cursed others?”

“Curses should absolutely not exist. Especially not ones that change your body. It’s hard enough with medicine, you can not throw magic in the mix. It will mess your body up even more. It’s a delicate balance, your entire body, upsetting it would have catastrophic consequences” He looked entirely too miffed, really. And involved. These were several sentences. But he didn’t look at me.

“…” Henoch was not sure what to say, he didn’t see too much harm in magic? It… existed. And that’s just it. Life had to adjust to it. “… I don’t… disagree? You shouldn’t curse anyone. Like you shouldn’t stab anyone. Did… were you cursed, then? There are places that can find the caster and make them lift the curse, it’s a criminal offense, you can always-“

“No…” He interrupted, waving Henoch off, “Nono. I… it’s not…” Now he interrupted himself with a huff: “I cursed myself”

Henoch snorted.

He couldn’t help himself. Who cursed themselves, really.

“…ah. Sorry. Sorry, you… ah… that… that’s quite unusual, then. Ah. Was… was it your first curse? Did… ah… did it work?” What did you even ask, there. It was borderline-illegal in the best of cases.

He stared another uncomfortable amount of time, then grumbled: “Yes. It was my first curse. I researched the proper pronunciation, the meaning, the correct ingredients, the ‘emotional component’…  did everything I was supposed to do in perfect order and documented it as well. So no one could accuse me of being… unprofessional. And then I filmed myself. Casting the curse”

This sound like the absolute worst idea imaginable. Truly, like an abysmal thing to do. So, naturally, I asked: “And?”

“There was absolutely no reason for this curse to work, it was entirely ridiculous. It could not be. It’s simply not something some words or a ‘spiritual connection’ could possibly do. Or some bogus ingredients and circles, no matter how strangely treated”

“And I suppose it worked.” Because they needed to get to the point at some time.

In the flattest tone imaginable he answered: “… yes”

He sounded very grouchy. But considering he did the most dumbass thing imaginable, succeeded and had to deal with the consequences, that’s probably… understandable: “Well, at least you could easily lift the curse” Take the good with the bad.

“… no,” he said. Proving that mixing anger into a flat tone can make it seem flatter.

“Oh.” When Raphael stayed silent, Henoch continued: “… still dealing with it?”

“… yes” The side-staring did not help.

The urge to lecture him about magical safety was… somewhat strong, but it probably wouldn’t help. Besides, he was no expert himself. Still probably better at it then him, so…

“Can I… help out?”

The bunny nose made another appearance, while he levelled a stare at me. There really was a lot of judgemental staring going on from the person that fucked up.

He also lifted a finger to give me a pause. He had to look at his chiming phone.

Is eyebrows shot up. And he groaned. Then continued: “Actually… yes. Yes, you could help me out. Would you sleep with me?” A short pause. “Please?”

One could say whatever one wanted… it was never boring to talk to Raphael. Slightly frazzled, he answered: “What. Now?!”

“No, after the sun set and the curse took effect. I assume you will be more likely to agree at this juncture as well,” he looked like this was all a mild annoyance. Not exactly the best prerequisites for… sex? Apparently? What?

“Ah… and… and why would that be? Mh?” This was… strange. And apparently curse related? What?

“Because my sex changes and I turn into an attractive woman. I need you to come inside of me to temporarily break the curse,” and apparently this was something he had no problem keeping eye contact.

Henoch took a breath. Sex with his study buddy. Turned into a woman. Huh. He could do casual sex. Ah. “… temporarily?” because, once again, what do you say to ‘in a few hours we’ll have sex’?

“Yes, unfortunately it only cures the condition for the day” He shrugged.

“Al… right. We… shall see how… things are then, right? Sundown, is it? That’s why you wanted to throw me out then?” He was being very reasonable, here!

“Mh, sure. I am certain you will like my appearance, though,” this was not something he had needed to comment on, but he continued, “And yes, I would have thrown you out, but my usual ‘cure’ just announced he had plans,” Raphael waved with his phone.

And then threw it over: “And now we better order some food. I haven’t eaten all day. You like didn’t either. Pick something, obviously my treat”

And with that, he went back to the books. And left him with an app. With expensive food.

… uh.

Hesitating, Henoch raised a hand to ask-

“Just order something, it’s good food. Won’t give you any stomach trouble”

That wasn’t-

…

He would take his time to choose. And… try to settle with the thought of sleeping with… a… not too friendly person? Friend?

They would see. Right?

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