Fic: Heart and Soul 3/10
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amediaTitle: Heart and Soul 3/10
Author: Amedia
Summary: An attack on Glitch draws Cain, Raw, and the members of the royal household into a mystery with magical overtones.
Rating: PG for implied violence and mild slash.
Warning: Slash. Cain/Glitch
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note: I need to give a shout-out to my very hard-working beta reader, who commented on three drafts with precision and insight.
Also posted here on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glitch_wyatt and here on tin_and_straw.
Part One may be found here.
Part Two may be found here.
Cain soon realized that healing Glitch was not going to be a quick matter, like the time Raw had healed his sore leg after their first escape from the Papay. Glitch had been severely injured, and the alchemist's lifesaving interventions had complicated matters. Raw worked in short sessions that left him exhausted, then retired for a few hours to refresh his energies and allow Glitch's body to adjust. Cain stayed out of his way, although he didn't think that Raw could see him anyway. Every now and then Raw would look up suddenly and stare in Cain's direction, but then he would shake his head and look away.
The royal suite within the infirmary was much grander than any hospital room Cain had ever been in; it held Glitch's bed, a nightstand, and a couple of chairs at one end, and a conversation area with armchairs and couches at the other. Raw sometimes napped there between sessions.
When Raw was sleeping or out of the room, Cain sat with Glitch, sometimes dozing, sometimes awake and puzzling over the strange situation in which he found himself. As far as he was concerned, he was still as much himself as ever, but no one else seemed to be able to see or hear him, and after a while he also realized that while he was sometimes tired, he was never hungry or thirsty. It was most unsettling.
After the first session, Glitch continued to sleep soundly without regaining consciousness. After the second, Cain thought once that Glitch might be waking up. His eyes opened partway, then closed again, and he moved his head a little bit. A faint moan escaped his lips and he cried out in alarm, in a faint and scratchy voice, "Cain?"
"It's all right, I'm here," Cain said softly, forgetting that no one could hear him.
To his surprise, Glitch smiled, then returned to a peaceful sleep.
Maybe it's only people with whole brains who can't see me, Cain mused.
After a few more sessions, Raw stepped out into the antechamber. Cain heard him asking one of the orderlies to summon the royal family. As they entered, Raw said, "Glitch is much better. Time to try another viewing."
The group was somewhat larger than Cain expected, and apparently Raw looked surprised as well. "I asked the Royal Tutor to join us," said the Queen. "Azkadellia and DG invited themselves."
"You are all welcome, of course," said Raw politely.
Raw was able to get a much clearer image of the attack this time, incorporating more of the prelude as well. In the mirror, Cain appeared to saunter up to Glitch and back him up against a tree.
"Cain?" Glitch sounded startled, but not alarmed.
"Don't you think we ought to get to know each other better?" Cain's voice had purred, as his arm reached out as if to stroke Glitch's face.
The gesture had turned into a hard, efficient punch that splintered a rib, driving the shards into the lung. Glitch couldn't fight back while he was doubled over in pain, gasping desperately for air.
Cain turned away, unable to watch the rest of the attack and sickened by what he'd learned. Whatever demon was inside his body, it didn't just have his physical appearance; it knew his deepest thoughts, the ones that Cain had pushed away and refused to think about.
Part Four
Author: Amedia
Summary: An attack on Glitch draws Cain, Raw, and the members of the royal household into a mystery with magical overtones.
Rating: PG for implied violence and mild slash.
Warning: Slash. Cain/Glitch
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note: I need to give a shout-out to my very hard-working beta reader, who commented on three drafts with precision and insight.
Also posted here on
glitch_wyatt and here on tin_and_straw.Part One may be found here.
Part Two may be found here.
Cain soon realized that healing Glitch was not going to be a quick matter, like the time Raw had healed his sore leg after their first escape from the Papay. Glitch had been severely injured, and the alchemist's lifesaving interventions had complicated matters. Raw worked in short sessions that left him exhausted, then retired for a few hours to refresh his energies and allow Glitch's body to adjust. Cain stayed out of his way, although he didn't think that Raw could see him anyway. Every now and then Raw would look up suddenly and stare in Cain's direction, but then he would shake his head and look away.
The royal suite within the infirmary was much grander than any hospital room Cain had ever been in; it held Glitch's bed, a nightstand, and a couple of chairs at one end, and a conversation area with armchairs and couches at the other. Raw sometimes napped there between sessions.
When Raw was sleeping or out of the room, Cain sat with Glitch, sometimes dozing, sometimes awake and puzzling over the strange situation in which he found himself. As far as he was concerned, he was still as much himself as ever, but no one else seemed to be able to see or hear him, and after a while he also realized that while he was sometimes tired, he was never hungry or thirsty. It was most unsettling.
After the first session, Glitch continued to sleep soundly without regaining consciousness. After the second, Cain thought once that Glitch might be waking up. His eyes opened partway, then closed again, and he moved his head a little bit. A faint moan escaped his lips and he cried out in alarm, in a faint and scratchy voice, "Cain?"
"It's all right, I'm here," Cain said softly, forgetting that no one could hear him.
To his surprise, Glitch smiled, then returned to a peaceful sleep.
Maybe it's only people with whole brains who can't see me, Cain mused.
After a few more sessions, Raw stepped out into the antechamber. Cain heard him asking one of the orderlies to summon the royal family. As they entered, Raw said, "Glitch is much better. Time to try another viewing."
The group was somewhat larger than Cain expected, and apparently Raw looked surprised as well. "I asked the Royal Tutor to join us," said the Queen. "Azkadellia and DG invited themselves."
"You are all welcome, of course," said Raw politely.
Raw was able to get a much clearer image of the attack this time, incorporating more of the prelude as well. In the mirror, Cain appeared to saunter up to Glitch and back him up against a tree.
"Cain?" Glitch sounded startled, but not alarmed.
"Don't you think we ought to get to know each other better?" Cain's voice had purred, as his arm reached out as if to stroke Glitch's face.
The gesture had turned into a hard, efficient punch that splintered a rib, driving the shards into the lung. Glitch couldn't fight back while he was doubled over in pain, gasping desperately for air.
Cain turned away, unable to watch the rest of the attack and sickened by what he'd learned. Whatever demon was inside his body, it didn't just have his physical appearance; it knew his deepest thoughts, the ones that Cain had pushed away and refused to think about.
