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Magic Unleashed – Chapter 2 – What Makes a Home #FreeFictionFriday

Magic Unleashed – Chapter 2 – What Makes a Home #FreeFictionFriday
April 17
00:00 2015

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Magic Unleashed

Genre: gay romance, gay fiction, fantasy, magic, light BDSM
Main characters: Eikki (spell caster) and Charis (familiar)
Blurb: coming soon :D
Length: Anywhere between novella and novel 😀 Read and see!

Chapter I – Absent Choice

Chapter II – What Makes a Home

I followed Eikki through the narrow, descending streets that led to the furthermost parts of Zalmos. I felt drained as if all my energy and magic had been sucked right out of me. My feet dragged and I felt like stopping in my tracks and sleeping just like that. I might have moaned or huffed without realizing it because Eikki turned to face me, a smirk curving his lips.

“Tired, Kitty Cat?” he asked, his voice carrying a sickening sweetness that made me growl in response.

“Just keep on walking, elf.” I huffed again and followed his suddenly faster stride. I was happy knowing that might lead to us getting… wherever we were heading to faster. But I was barely able to breathe with the added effort.

“Eikki,” I called, wincing at the breathless, needy shadows in my voice. He turned so fast, he seemed a big black blur to me, the red underside of his hood the only spot of color.

“What’s wrong?” I expected a jab or a smirk, but he looked worried. I closed my eyes and before I could think long enough to stop myself, I rested my forehead on his shoulder. His arms locked behind me and I slumped against the solid wall of muscle that was his body.

“That’s what you get for trying to fight the bond,” Eikki spat through his clenched teeth.

“You mean dark magic,” I snapped back. “That is not how the bonding works. You don’t feel that pull right away, like chains imprisoning you and choking you. It’s a slight tingle, that’s all.”

The Dark Elf stiffened at my words and pushed away from me. “You think I used my magic to force your hand into choosing me?” I couldn’t see his eyes as they were covered by his hood, but something within told me I did not want to. I could feel the ripple of anger sizzling in the air and I instinctively took a step back. He sighed deeply and started walking, his shoulders slightly slumped. How that dejected stance managed not to take anything from his grace, I could not say. I was a feline, and I still could not glide like that when I was in my best of moods.

I followed him quietly, telling myself angering him after he’d magically chained me to him was probably not the best idea. For as long as I was in his power, I needed to stay safe and his wrath would lead to quite the opposite state of affairs. I kept my mouth shut and did my best to keep up until we got to a big wooden door. It had been black at some point, but the elements had eaten away at the dark color, turning it into a dirty gray. Still, I could both sense and see the runes and spells and signs in languages I did not know.

Eikki held his right hand up and started chanting quietly. I could hear the sounds, but couldn’t make out the words. It wasn’t any language I knew. Not mine, not his, something much older. One of the symbols on the door changed slightly and started to pulse.

“Place your hand over the circle in the middle,” Eikki ordered and I did as he’d instructed. Dark energy zapped through me and the door trembled, the loud rattle traveling all the way through the walls, circling the large house and stirring its roof.

“Now you can enter,” Eikki said, pushing the door open. I should have been terrified that he had such powerful warding no one could step beyond his doorstep without him allowing it. Instead, I was curious, I wanted to learn more about what he did. If he’d enslaved me, I should at least come out of it a little wiser.

I followed him inside, taking in the lush decor. Like all houses in Zalmos, Eikki’s home was built to face away from the hill and greet the world beyond our walls. As you went further in and then to the upper floors, the rooms in the back would retreat, as the building was lodged into the steep hill. The Dark Elf preferred black with feeble splashes of  grays, deep reds, and golds. With a few exceptions, the walls, furniture, and decorations all followed that strict color scheme.

Eikki took off his cloak, revealing his strong, bare arms. The leather tunic seemed to be painted on his skin and I hissed at the sight. He turned and stared deeply into my eyes, the smirk I expected to come from him failing to make an appearance. I was taken aback, as not knowing how the Dark Elf would react did not sit well with me at all.

He smiled gently, his eyes alight with a glow I did not recognize. It almost seemed like the golden flecks in his eyes had come alight and were dancing around his pupils. So pretty, I thought, then quickly shook my head. Pretty was not how you thought of a Dark Elf. First, it was dangerous. Second, the word couldn’t even hope to do justice to such beauty.

“Come, I will show you the way around here,” he said in a hushed voice that washed over me. I closed my eyes and nodded, then quietly fell into step behind him.

His house was certainly larger than it appeared. There were three floors, plus an attic and a basement. The third floor housed nothing but his library. I had never in my life seen such ingredients or such a large collection of magic books. Judging by their number and their rarity, they even challenged the Tower’s collection. No wonder I spent a long time walking along the dusty shelves, running my fingers over the embossed writing on the covers.

“I could stay in here forever,” I said reverently. Eikki chuckled and came closer, standing right behind me. I could feel his warm breath caressing the exposed skin on the back of my neck. It tingled and it boiled my blood, making me dizzy. I blinked a few times, fighting to regain composure. Just when I thought I did, his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me against him, his lips hovering over my traitorous ear.

“Welcome home, Charis,” he whispered, placing a featherlight kiss on the side of my neck. It burned where his lips had touched me. It burned in a way that I’d never felt before and pushed me to beg for more. His words registered and I huffed.

“This is not my home. It takes more than you saying the words for…” I paused and waved my hands around, pointing at the four walls. “This to become my home.”

He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. His eyes seemed to search my very soul and I wanted to look away, afraid he’d actually manage to see inside me. I failed though, for some reason I could not look away from those violet depths.

“What makes a home, Charis?” he asked in a steady tone, his brows furrowing slightly as he waited for my reply.

“It’s the people in a house that make it a home. Those you look forward to seeing, those you call family.” I smirked, feeling a sense of deep triumph at putting him in his place. My parents’ house was my home, not Eikki’s.

“And why do you think the house where your bonded spell caster lives is anything less than a home?” His words felt like cold water thrown at me. I had chosen him, even if forced. I was his now, and breaking this bond will take a lot of planning. It would be dangerous and would probably end up with me dead. But he’d tricked me with his dark arts and I could never forgive him.

He released me and turned his back to me. “I am going to bathe. You can stay here or wander around the house. We’ll have dinner afterward and then we’ll sleep. We have a long day ahead tomorrow.”

He sounded like my father did when he tried to discipline us. Only I’d never felt I should obey my father. With Eikki… well, there was this deep need within me to do exactly as I’d been told. I watched his tall, muscular form walk away from me and when the door closed behind him, a sense of loss made my stomach twist painfully. What in magic’s mightiest was going on with me?

I turned my eyes and with them my attention to the books in the Dark Elf’s library. I lost myself in the titles and the smell of old pages covered in dust. I had no idea for how long I’d been there, but the sound of Eikki carrying a tray inside startled me so badly, I dropped the tome I was holding on the floor, a puff of dust going up in the air around it.

We ate in silence, him observing me while I tried my best not to stare at his naked torso. Why Eikki chose to only wear some soft cotton trousers was beyond me. He smelled of wild flowers and fresh fruit, his dark locks curlier now that they were wet. It was hard to concentrate on the food, but I shoved as much as I could in my mouth, chewing and swallowing diligently.

“Come, time to sleep.” Eikki stood up, holding his open hand to me. I took it before I gathered the wits to stop myself and he led me down the stairs to the floor below the library. We walked down a dark hallway to the room on the left, right at the end of the corridor. He pushed the door open and held it while I stepped inside. I turned to say goodnight, but he followed me, closing the door behind him. Swallowing loudly, I turned to look at the large bed that seemed to take most of the room. It was a four-poster bed covered in dark red silk sheets and a sea of pillows adorned it.

“Umm… where will you sleep?” I finally asked when my courage returned. A sense of dread had pooled in the pit of my stomach and I could barely keep myself from shaking all over.

“You are my bonded familiar. Of course I am going to sleep in the same bed as you.” He huffed and started untying the laces of my tunic.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke any louder, my voice would crack. Unfazed, Eikki removed my tunic and my boots, then walked me back to the bed, helping me lie on the right side. He then went around and slid behind me. He pulled me into his arms, spooning me.

“Zalmos takes pride in being the home of magic, a place of knowledge, yet the simple realities of being bonded to a Dark Arts practitioner escape you?” The softness of his words more than their meaning made me freeze.

Eikki sighed and kissed my shoulder. “You’ll learn in time, Kitty Cat. Don’t worry about it now, just sleep.”

I wanted to protest and tell him there was no way I’d sleep now, but my eyelids fluttered shut. Maybe I was too tired to stay awake, it had been a long day. Or maybe something else, deep in my soul, that was keen on obeying Eikki’s every word, was in control of my actions now. Cursed dark magic…

Chapter 3 – Rules of the Game

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8 Comments

  1. Caz
    Caz April 17, 15:31

    Great chapter, and the mystery deepens.
    Something tells me Charis won’t be planning his escape for long. I think Eikki will help him change his tune.
    Eikki is intriguing, a mixture of arrogance and vulnerability.
    I can’t wait to read more about them both.

    Reply to this comment
    • Alina Popescu
      Alina Popescu Author April 19, 00:34

      Eh, Charis is a bit stubborn. Also, he’s missing some facts. I don’t want to give out too much, but him rebelling will be quite interesting to write 😀

      Reply to this comment
  2. Laz
    Laz April 17, 15:56

    You know I’m going to whine for more now right?

    I’m happily hooked and waiting for the next instalment. Love where you going with this story.

    Reply to this comment
    • Alina Popescu
      Alina Popescu Author April 19, 00:33

      Aww, thank you so much Laz! I will do my best to post weekly instead of every two weeks, just to keep you addicted 😀

      Reply to this comment

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