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Date Posted: 16:03:58 01/25/02 Fri
Author: Tristan
Subject: Take your Twinkies & stuff 'em your...never mind
In reply to: Jeremy 's message, "I'll bring the Twinkies" on 10:15:51 01/25/02 Fri

Tristan reluctantly lifted his gaze when he felt Marz’s hand gently pulling his chin up. Fortunately, he managed to get his feelings under control, though, so he didn’t have to worry about any silly tears trickling out uninvited.

His stomach lurched when Marz said he wanted to be with him all the time, too. And he meant it! He really meant it! Of course he means it, you silly goose, he chastised himself, a tiny smile curving onto his mouth. When Marz didn’t immediately release his gaze, Tristan choked a little on his own breath, wishing desperately like the idiot he was for Marz to pull him closer and cover his mouth with his own. Naturally, that didn’t happen, as his far too considerate lover was well aware of his disdain for public showings of affection.

Marz dropped his hand and resumed petting the cat, going on to say he’d definitely lost all the fleas, and even smelled good now, thanks to some soap Jeremy gave him. Tristan’s eyebrows rose slightly. So that was Marz? He’d thought that sweet, lavender-ish scent must have been coming from Saras maybe, or one of the female centaurs. He glanced away and smoothed the smile from his face, not wanting to tick Marz off by laughing at him for smelling like he’d just bathed in a noblewoman’s bathtub.

When Marz recounted the nosebleed and consequential headache, Tristan immediately grew concerned. Those were the two main signs that his magic had been used in an uncontrolled, sometimes violent, manner. As usual, Marz was blithely unaware of what had happened, but this time Tristan was even more puzzled than he normally was. That usually only happened when Marz was exceptionally mad about something or someone. But Tristan was getting the impression that he’d only been in the process of standing up before it managed to hit him.

He let the thought go when he was asked for the aspirin. Wanting to sooth his headache as quickly as possible, Tristan dug into his pockets until he found the stash of pills, plucking out two white ones which he figured must be the aspirins. He had various other pills in there, mostly collected from Eremis and Jeremy, but by now had forgotten what most of them were for. Oh, well. He guessed he’d find out eventually.

As he was handing Marz the aspirin, the star of the hour made his reappearance, plopping back down beside Saras and tossing Tristan a smug smile. Tristan didn’t even bother to glare at Jeremy, instead just shifting his gaze nonchalantly as if he didn’t care the stupid kid were even there.

“I guess you don’t feel uptight about sitting close to Marz now that his fleas are gone, huh? I helped him wash the medicine off.”

Briefly, a look of intense anger and hatred flashed across Tristan’s face, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. He still continued to ignore Jeremy, not even asking for one of the Twinkies he was handing out, although he was definitely learning to like the taste of sweet things like that.

Wanting to prove just how truly unbothered by Jeremy’s presence he was, he shifted silently so that he could sit directly behind Marz. Sitting back comfortably on his heels, he reached over and pressed his fingers against the sides of his lover’s head, moving them in slow, gentle circles in an attempt to ease the pain in his head.

“Feeling better yet?” he asked calmly, cocking his head slightly so that he could stare Marz directly in the eyes. He pointedly ignored Jeremy, or at least tried to look as if he were. He was so intent on showing the little punk how close he and Marz were that he didn’t even think to be embarrassed about touching him in public. Maybe if he did this more often, Jeremy would come to his senses and see just how hopeless his attempts really were.

“Don’t let me catch you with him again,” he said into Jeremy’s head, rather out of the blue. He’d never spoken mentally to the kid before, and wasn’t so sure it was such a good idea now. “Nobody steals what’s rightfully mine.”

As he continued trying to massage Marz’s head, he thought about what had happened to him earlier, and decided to do something about it, at least a little something, just for now.

“Erlic.” He said next, his voice crisp and businesslike as he reached out to speak mentally into the mind of Marz’s teacher. “Marz was attacked. He’s okay now, and doesn’t seem to care much about it, but I’m pretty sure that’s what happened. Someone tried to steal his magic, just like you said they would.”

Naturally, he was really jumping to conclusions here, but he didn’t want to give Erlic the impression that he was unsure. Still, it seemed the only obvious answer to him. Marz only got headaches combined with nosebleeds when his power bucked wildly out control, and that only happened in two ways: either he himself lost control, or it had been simply whipped momentarily out of his grasp.

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