marlowemuses | The lonely become either thoughtful or empty

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty

There had bee no other options. Someone had to guard the relics the Angel had given them. The Cup and Sword were too powerful to be left in mortal hands even those that had been blessed by the Angel. That power was too tempting no matter how noble Nephilim might be. There would always be someone, some group of someones, who would be seduced by the possibilities that those gifts represented.

Even centuries after the decision had been made, Alec wasn't sure why he had been chosen for this particular duty. His parabatai had been a better warrior. His sister was far more clever. But the Angel had chosen him. Perhaps because he was better able to accept the isolation of his divine task. His siblings would have been driven mad by loneliness after the first few decades.

There were times when Alec wondered if he would eventually succumb to insanity, but he had the books that he eventually became guardian of and the cats that somehow crept between worlds to keep him company. They weren't exactly cats, of course. They were built more like predators than pets, eyes glowing with flames instead of the usual nocturnal glow. No matter how frightening they looked, they were Alec's friends and they helped Alec protect the items the Angel had left in his care.

It was the cats that warned him that something was wrong at the gates. The largest of them howled a warning, hissing as she faced the gate. The rest of the pride ran to her as Alec sprinted for the gates. Something - Someone - was attacking. He felt the temple shiver its warning through him and he knew that no matter how impossible it seemed, someone had crossed the threshold between worlds.

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Slowly his enthusiasm over the caterpillar shifted to the being holding the creature. For a moment, he couldn't stop himself from staring at Adam. It was rude. It would make Adam feel awkward and probably force more distance between them, but Alec couldn't look away. He'd never made someone, the right type of someone, blush before. Girls had blushed over things he'd said, whether the words deserved that reaction or not. His family had been powerful and most of those girls hoped to marry into a position with high status. He'd never made a boy blush or been given a gift by one that he might like. Only Jace but they were brothers. That was different.

And no one, not even Izzy, had given him something so precious. "I do. I knew that people could go through the gate, but I didn't know that other living things could." Looking down at the gift, Alec moved his hand so he could gently touch the caterpillar. It wiggled a bit, but didn't disappear like he expected. "Thank you for the newspaper and magazine." Which he should be more interested in but the caterpillar was more rare than the written word. "Sorry. I like those too, but haven't seen anything like this in centuries."

As Alec stared at him, Adam had the crazy, fleeting whim that it would be so easy to just lean forward and kiss him. He squelched the thought quickly, ducking his head, but it lingered near the back of his mind, because he didn't hate the idea. Part of his mind started processing that, pointing out that Alec was very handsome. Very fit, too. Intimidating in a way that was impressive. Attractive, which implied that Adam was attracted, which implied that he was capable of attraction to boys, which implied... that he was... gay?

"I think that the gate let her through because I wanted to bring her," Adam said. "I was worried she might be killed in the process." He looked up again, and his heart gave a sideways lurch at the soft, gentle way Alec was looking at the caterpillar. "I wasn't sure what sort of things would be significant to you from the outside world," Adam mumbled, certain that his cheeks were flaming now. He felt a bit dizzy from the rush of blood to his head. Gay. Very gay?

"I don't think that the gate would harm anything like her." Alec continued gently petting the caterpillar, unable to hide his awe that Adam had given him something special. "Technically it wouldn't harm an intruder either or I wouldn't be needed." Glancing up at Adam, tried not to think about the way Adam was blushing. He was fixated on it because Adam was the first person he'd seen in years, not any of the reasons he'd looked at boys in the past. It couldn't be that. He was Adam's... Alec wasn't sure what he role he held now but he was sure that pining over attractive guys wasn't part of that set of duties.

"You have to be the reason she can be here. Nothing alive else except the cats has ever crossed the gates." Alec wasn't sure if the cats counted. They could be magical not mundane. "Anything from the mortal would be special."

It was difficult to think at all while their hands were still connected, and Adam was hyper aware of Alec's hand cupping his own, while Alec's other hand petted the caterpillar cupped in Adam's hand, brushing against Adam's skin in the process. He felt light-headed with the strength of his sudden infatuation, and completely at its mercy.

He struggled to regain his logical sense. Alec's hand was warm and steady. Adam wasn't sure he could remember how to form words, and with every passing moment he became more painfully aware of how beautiful Alec was.

He was so focused on the gift that Adam had given him that he didn't quite realize that the priestess hadn't spoken. Then he remembered that Adam should have said something about the gate or the other gifts. Looking up, he realized how close they were standing, holding hands while Alec petted the caterpillar.

Swallowing hard, he told himself that he should step away or say something to break the odd moment that they'd gotten caught up in, but he didn't want to. He wanted to stay where he was, watching color creep across Adam's cheeks, feeling the warmth of Adam's hand against his. Finally he forced himself to speak, voice soft as he asked, "Is this all right?"

Adam nodded. He couldn't look away from Alec, which was more difficult as Alec studied him in return, so close and painfully attractive.

"Garden," he suggested, getting at least that one word out as a recommendation for the well-being of the caterpillar and a way to secure himself enough space to start to process his feelings.

Blinking at Adam, he slowly comprehended what Adam meant. They needed to put his gift in the garden so it'd be safe. Stepping away from Adam, he looked sheepish, knowing that he'd broken a few rules of etiquette because of his enthusiasm over the caterpillar. At least his closeness hadn't disturbed Adam. "Do you know what it eats?"

"Leaves," Adam answered, with a wry, helpless smile. He'd brought it with a leaf of the plant he'd found it on, but it had eaten half of that already and had then gone mostly still and behaved in shock for the transport and prodding. "If it doesn't like the plant we put it on, it can find others, right?"

Adam had never had the opportunity for pets, and his recognition of this caterpillar was a fluke. He still wasn't sure he remembered correctly, since he'd learned about the caterpillar as a child, and green caterpillars all seemed alike to him.

As they made their way down a hallway, Adam’s mind whirled. He was gay, and he had a crush on Alec.

No, he’d dated a girl. He’d found Blue attractive. Still found her attractive. Would have liked to kiss her, and though he didn’t want to kiss her anymore, that was because of the mess of their breakup rather than anything having to do with her attractiveness. So he wasn’t gay. He was straight.

He remembered that bisexuality existed, and felt immediately soothed by this realization. It was comforting and freeing at once. It allowed for all possibility, with no hard limitations. He could be attracted to people on a case by case basis, on account of their merits, regardless of their gender. The idea appealed to him.

Cradling the caterpillar carefully, Adam walked in silence, letting his mind do its processing.

"Are there types that she'll prefer? I've never been to Virginia so I don't know the native plants are." he said, tone teasing, unable to consider that Adam might snap at him or dismiss him. Making a thoughtful sound as he led Adam through one of the hallways, past simpler decorations that showed that this space was more utilitarian. "We'll go to the kitchen garden. That should be safe for her."

Alec wasn't sure why everything that found itself in the temple seemed to be female... except the being that he'd always assumed would be female. All the cats seemed to be female and Adam had called his gift female. Alec was sure that was for convenience not knowledge.

The priestess probably should have been female since he should not be looking at Adam the way he had before. He shouldn't keep glancing over at him, starting to blush any time he even thought that Adam might notice. By the Angel, he'd known how to hide his interests before. Why was he suddenly acting foolish over a boy now?

Because he had been kind and he was attractive. And Alec hadn't been around anyone for centuries. Which wasn't fair to Adam. He shouldn't be looking at him like he was a besotted hero from a romance.

Stepping into the garden, he bypassed the strange plants that Alec thought could only grow outside the mortal world to show Adam the safer options for Alec's new pet. "This area should be safe for her. And for you." No, that wasn't right. "The other gardens are safe but the plants here are the same as the outside world so they're not poisonous." Alec paused, realizing that the flower he'd given Adam had been from the other garden. "The flower wasn't - it was pretty so I gave it to you. I knew it wouldn't hurt you."

"Thank you," Adam said, quiet and subdued as Alec filled the silence, and as he filtered through his own thoughts. He'd kept the flower, and wanted it now. It was his, and wondrous, and there were so few things in the world that were Adam's and wondrous. It was pressed in a book now, preserved forever but always fragile. "I liked it."

He chose a low plant and set her on one of the lower leaves, near enough to a couple other kinds of plants that she could roam from there easily enough. It occurred to him that his little caterpillar might be lonely here, and he hoped that the temple would help see to that. Otherwise he'd have to try to bring more of them, and to be sure he matched the type.

Then he stepped back, leaving the caterpillar in her new environment. Awkward without the purpose of holding a creature, Adam remembered the periodicals under his arm and offered them to Alec.

"You're welcome. I hoped you would. It was the prettiest one I could find that was different than the ones in the mortal world." There were others but they looked so foreign that he hadn't been sure if they'd be appreciated. Sometimes their colors seemed too bright or their edges turned the wrong way. Beautiful in their own way but not what a mortal might appreciate. "I liked the flowers you gave me." They were carefully drying in one of the storage rooms to be put with the few things he still had from the outside world.

Kneeling down beside Adam, he smiled when the caterpillar was settled on the leaf. When he was sure that it would be safe from the cats and be able to find other places to crawl, he stood and took the gifts. The newspaper looked like the ones that he'd seen in the mirror or reproduced in books. The magazine. Tipping his head to one side, starting to blush when he read the titles of some of the articles. "Uh - I knew attitudes had evolved, but I didn't know that some subjects were so - uh - out in the open."

Adam was exploring curiously through the garden, not straying far but also not paying attention as Alec started looking through the gifts. Puzzled at the question, Adam looked over, and then wondered if he'd made a mistake. Cosmo was about make-up tips and crushes on boys, right? It was a magazine teenage girls read. Maybe the wrong choice to offer the male guardian, but it had been available, and Adam had picked up the water-stained copy because it was free and a glimpse of the outside world that Alec might appreciate.

"What?" Adam asked, coming over to find out what Alec was talking about. He glanced at the page and blushed, startled to find that it was a very explicit article about sex positions. The accompanying illustrations weren't exactly pornographic, but they very clearly implied the situation. "Oh," he said, turning deep red and feeling light-headed again. He had a crush on the attractive male guardian, and now he'd given him a heterosexual sex guide.

Holding open the magazine, Alec tried not to look too awkward as Adam skimmed over the article. The library was filled with knowledge. Even before he arrived at the temple, Alec understood the basics of sex even if he was a virgin. When he'd grown bored with languages and history, he'd moved on to other topics. Some of the books that he'd found had been illustrated in ways that would have been considered shocking when Alec was growing up. Others had helped him understood what he'd really wanted when his mother was trying to marry him off to her friends' daughters.

Considering the era Adam was from, he shouldn't be shocked by the topic of the article, but it seemed like he was. "I know about these things." Looking down at some of the positions, he quickly amended that comment. "In a way. I don't think some of these are possible." Shutting the magazine to save Adam from more embarrassment, he wondered if there ones that had articles about the types of relationships he preferred. He assumed there were, but Adam was already embarrassed so he shouldn't ask. "I didn't know people were that open about what they liked."

"I didn't either," Adam said, sheepishly. He ducked his head, wanting badly to take back the magazine and delete all memory of his mistake. "I thought it was a fashion magazine."

Adam hated making stupid mistakes, and this one was searingly painful. The guardian would think that he was an idiot, and a prude, and hopelessly awkward. He didn't know if the positions were possible. He had no practical experience with sex and only a minimal awareness of pornography. Without a private laptop or computer, he'd only ever seen glimpses of things on the phones of his peers or in his father's trashy magazines.

"Sorry," he mumbled, resolving to do better next time.

Nodding absentmindedly, he began flipping through the pages. He was used to glossy paper and bright images, but it felt different when they were from the outside world. It seemed to have more weight when it was something that Adam gave him. "It is. I think." He paused to look at one of the photos. "Do people really wear things like that? How do women walk in those shoes?" Alec knew that they did. He saw pictures and moments from the mortal world but he assumed that the strange clothing he'd seen was for special occasions.

"Why are you sorry?" Alec didn't understand why the subject of the magazine mattered, but it seemed to be important to Adam. Slowly he reached out, brushing his fingers along Adam's hand. "You gave me something from the mortal world. Something I've never seen before. Things appear at the temple, but I haven't had a gift in centuries. I asked about the articles because I want to understand the things I've only read about." Maybe Adam didn't like his questions. Maybe they made him uncomfortable or he didn't like being reminded that Alec wasn't quite human. "I'll stop asking, if you want."

“You can keep asking.” Adam extended his fingertips and brushed against Alec’s arm in return. He liked the light, careful touches and was surprised by the way he wanted more of them. His mind fixated on Alec, noticing even his breaths. “I’m your connection to the outside world. It’s my role to answer your questions.”

Forcing himself to stop staring at Alec, Adam returned his attention to the temple around them, tipping his head up to the sky. “Is it the same sun, here, as on Earth?”

Alec wasn't sure how he should take Adam's answer to the offer to stop asking questions. He'd given Alec gifts but acted like answering the questions was a duty not because of whatever had caused Adam to think of those small kindnesses. Adam touching him added another layer of confusion to something that Alec had thought was simple. He liked it which surprised him since he'd thought he'd been uncomfortable being near someone after so long. Was the contact duty as well or something genuine? Unsure if he should ask more questions or not, he closed the magazine and decided he'd research his questions after the priestess left.

"I don't know. It feels the same and the plants grow the same way as they do in the mortal world." He looked around at the neat rows of vegetables and herbs, wondering if they interested Adam or were a detail that was unimportant to the priestess. "There's day and night here and seasons, but they're never harsh."

"Does it snow?" Adam asked, wandering a little further, to the edges of the garden. He asked a few more questions about the plants, but gardening had never been central to his interests, and his interest quickly drifted back to the rest of the temple. "I have a little more time today. Can I see more of the temple?"

It hadn't escaped him how Alec had only shown him the library last time, despite the discussion of a tour. Adam didn't know why that had happened, or what he'd done wrong to displease the guardian. Alec's approach to what Adam was allowed seemed very much at odds with what Alec was willing to show him.

"Sometimes. It's never more than a foot or two and the seasons are never harsh enough that I starve." Alec knew he was lucky that this piece of reality had seasons that never forced him to suffer. He knew that he was immune to time, but he didn't know what else he couldn't harm him. "There's no droughts either."

Alec answered Adam's other questions but he had the feeling that the gardens weren't something that the priestess cared about. He glanced over at the caterpillar, smiling when it seemed content on the plant Adam had chosen. Briefly he wished they could stay out in the gardens, enjoying the sun like they were friends, but he knew that Adam needed to figure out his duties. "Of course. This is your place."

As they headed back inside, Alec tried to decide which rooms would be best to show Adam. The temple would probably let Adam into any area, but Alec wasn't quite ready to show someone else the places that he'd chosen as his own. Eventually Adam might demand to see them, but for now, Alec would try to preserve his privacy. "Are there certain places that you'd prefer? There's art galleries. Another, older branch of the library. The places that were once used for worship."

Adam looked around at everything they saw, trying to absorb every detail to be remembered later.

It stuck out to him that Alec said it was his place, as if it belonged to him alone. That didn't make sense to Adam. He hadn't won or claimed or conquered anything. He'd agreed to a bargain. He'd sacrificed himself. "Isn't it our place?" he asked, wanting to know why Alec disincluded himself from this place even though it had been his for centuries. He was the guardian, and intrinsic to the fabric of the temple.

"You're the priestess." That alone should have been the answer. "You are the magic of this place." At least that was how he'd understood it when he'd been given his duty and studied the roles that would be important to the temple. There were only two duties that were specific to him. The rest had bee an afterthought or had seemed like it.

The priestess was the one the temple would welcome. It had been waiting for Adam. Alec was just here to ensure that the wrong people didn't desecrate the space or steal the relics that mortals weren't supposed to touch. "I'm the guard dog." Thinking of his pets, Alec looked sheepish, knowing they'd hiss over the comparison. "Or guard cat."

You are the magic of this place. Adam flushed, flattered by that. This place was beautiful and powerful beyond his wildest dreams, and Alec spoke as though Adam was the shining star that brought light to it.

"I was told that we're supposed to collaborate," Adam explained. The guard cat was... more than that. There was an entire pride of guard cats, but it was Alec who kept turning up in every single one of Adam's readings. "I still don't know what I'm supposed to do, but it involves some kind of union or accord between us."

They were having a serious discussion. Alec shouldn't be distracted by Adam blushing. Knowing that he should look away, he still couldn't quite bring himself to focus on something that wasn't related to Adam. Or the blush that made Adam seem so real when everything else about the mortal world was reflections and images in books.

"We are?" That surprised him. He knew that he was important to protecting the Cup and Sword but as the temple evolved, he hadn't imagined that his role would evolve as well. He couldn't command the temple the way he assumed the priestess would be able to. If Alec asked or if he needed something, the temple provided it, but when the Angel described the priestess, it had seemed that she would be the one who guided this reality.

"How can I help you? I don't know magic and you..." He really shouldn't say it out loud, but if Adam thought they were supposed to collaborate then he should be honest. Even if that honesty might anger Adam. "Don't like me."

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“I don’t know magic either,” Adam pointed out. “All I have is instinct and my tarot cards. You probably have more knowledge than I do, from the library.”

Liking or disliking Alec hadn’t been something that he’d thought about, and it was a surprise that Alec cared about it. Adam wasn’t used to people caring whether he liked them. He knew now that he found Alec very attractive, but wasn’t sure of his feelings beyond that. “I wouldn’t have brought you the gifts if I didn’t like you,” Adam pointed out.

"But you're the priestess. If you found your way to the gate, you have to know magic." It didn't make sense Alec would know more about magic than the being who was supposed to find the temple. All he knew about it was the academics related to the Craft, not how to wield magic. "Knowledge isn't power. My kind can't use magic."

The reason for the gifts made sense, in a way, but Alec had seen gifts like that used before by less honorable beings. "You could have given them to me to get favors or to make me more agreeable." As soon as he spoke, he knew that it was rude. "I didn't think that was why, but you also made it obvious that you thought..." Flushing, he finally managed to look away, staring at the patterns in the stone floor. "I don't know what you think of me," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I know you don't think I'm human. Real."

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