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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

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Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2016-08-04 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke, Yowamushi Pedal
Tags: supernatural elements, trans character in somewhat sexual situation, seer Makishima, general Kinjou
Wordcount: 1298 words

The sun sat low in the sky by the time Kinjou, the Great General of the Emperor's army, managed to slip away from the meetings at the palace and make his way down to the Seer's house. The heavy wards surrounding it tingled against his skin as he set the seal in his ring to the center of the gate and slipped inside.

Even out in the garden, the scent of sandalwood hung thickly in the air. It only grew thicker as he walked up the path to the house, until he stepped across the threshold and into a dimly lit room hazy with incense smoke. Burned into the wood floor was a complicated pattern of concentric rings, a miniature map of the ley lines that ran under the palace.

The seer Makishima sat in the center of the circles; the geometric tattoos that covered their body seemed to seamlessly continue the design on the floor, making them a living part of the network.

Perhaps it was more than just seemed like, Kinjou thought. Makishima hadn't seemed to change in all the years Kinjou had been at the palace--ageless, sexless, and seeming almost more to be a part of the earth itself than a resident of it.

Tonight, Makishima appeared to be deep in meditation, but Kinjou saw the tension in their shoulders that said the peace they sought was not forthcoming.

"Makishima," he said, pitching his voice low and letting it hang in the thick air.

The blue-green glow emanating from the seer's tattoos slowly faded as they came back to the present. "You're late, Kinjou," they said as they stretched, joints cracking after sitting immobile for so long.

"Even in times of peace, solar eclipses make people nervous," Kinjou said by way of explanation. "What do the ley lines say?"

"They're restless," Makishima said. "They've been shifting all day. Tomorrow could bring anything."

Kinjou bit back a curse. As they did for every significant occasion, Makishima was to do a formal foretelling at the palace the following day to coincide with the solar eclipse. While they always emphasized that the ley lines could shift without warning, they were usually at least able to give Kinjou a sense of if the fortune would be good or ill. And Kinjou always felt better for the warning; as the one responsible for Makishima's safety, and the safety of the royal family, he felt more at ease when he had at least some forewarning of whether the Seer would give prophecy of fortune or misfortune.

"And tonight?" Kinjou asked.

"I've read all I can for now. There's nothing more I can do," Makishima said as they rolled their shoulders.

Kinjou left his boots by the door lest he scuff the intricate design on the floor and walked over to Makishima. "You seem tense," he said as he ran a hand down Makishima's arm.

"I don't like now knowing," Makishima said tightly. "I'm the Seer; being unable to See is like the court musician being suddenly unable to hear."

"May I?" Kinjou asked as he pressed a thumb into a knot in Makishima's shoulder.

"Please," Makishima groaned.

Kinjou pulled the softest sheepskin out of the pile in the corner and set it on the floor. He set a small pot of scented oil to heat over a candle and stripped out of his own clothing lest he ruin his best dress uniform with oil.

When the oil was heated to comfortable warmth, he began rubbing it into Makishima's skin, starting with their shoulders and working his way down their back. He took his time, stroking the muscles under his hands and working out the worst of the tension. He was in no rush; they didn't need to be at the palace until shortly before dawn, and all other preparations were complete.

As Kinjou worked, he thought of the rumors that swirled through the palace about the Seer and their relationship with the General. There were those who said the Seer was a prisoner of the royal family, and the General's job was to ensure that they didn't escape or cause harm, and there were those who said the General's job was to protect the Seer from those who may wish them ill.

The latter camp was closer to the truth than the former, but all of them missed a key detail. Kinjou didn't spend the time he did at the Seer's house because he was ordered to; he did so because he wanted to. He couldn't put words to the feeling that he had when around Makishima, but it was the feeling that made him want to spend hours running his hands over the long lines of Makishima's limbs until their tattoos glowed brightly and he felt relaxed and at peace.

After he worked the last of the knots from Makishima's muscles, he lay down next to them, their skin pressing together on the soft rug. He liked to think of himself as a rather down-to-earth person, but even he couldn't deny that there was something otherworldly about intimacy with the Seer. Especially lying as they were in the center of the map of ley lines that seemed directly connected to Makishima, Kinjou always felt as if he were being pulled into something much larger than just two people. He couldn't describe it, didn't even like thinking too much about it most of the time, but it was undeniably there.

By the time the carriage that was to bring them to the palace arrived, Makishima's tattoos were glowing more brightly than Kinjou had ever seen, the light reflecting off of the oil Kinjou had worked into their skin and giving them an even more unearthly appearance.

They rode to palace in silence, and when they arrived, they were let in by cloaked guards who averted their gaze and refused to look at the Seer directly.

The empty hallways were dark, and the sound of Kinjou's boots echoed heavily around them. Makishima's bare feet made no sound at all as they made their way to the shrine in the center of the palace. No one knew exactly when the shrine had been built, or whom it had been built for. It had existed for longer than anyone could remember, and the current palace had been built around it. It doors were kept locked and warded for most of the year, save for the times when Makishima was to draw on its power.

Kinjou unlocked the door and deactivated the wards, the chains and locks falling aside with a loud clatter. The massive door swung open silently before them. Most of the room was filled by a raised, circular platform inset with a map of ley lines underfoot.

Makishima walked silently to the center of the intricate map and once he was seated, Kinjou took out the gold paint that was reserved for the occasion. Starting with the top of Makishima's head, he painted lines down the center of all of Makishima's tattoos. In the dimly lit room, the paint blocked their soft light, creating a pattern of black lines within the blue-green glow.

When he finished, Kinjou took his spot on the edge of the dais and settled down to wait. No one else would enter the room until the eclipse was well underway. Then they would all file in in the darkness and wait for Makishima to speak, and when the first of the light shone through as the eclipse ended, it would reflect off of the gold paint covering Makishima's tattoos and make it shine with a sudden light.

Kinjou could only hope that it would shine with the light of the Heavens and new dawn and not the light of the fires of Hell.
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Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2016-08-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
IM SCREAMIN I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T SEE THIS!!!!!!!! this is a really cool concept!!

"there was something otherworldly about intimacy with the Seer" this is suuuuuuuuch a good line i love it so much, i'm a huge sucker for AUs where makishima isn't quite of this world and kinjou just revels in it

i love seer makishima with all my heart AND glowy makishima aaaah oh my god, you're so good ❤❤❤