Archive: Discovery, the Finding.
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charisstomaTitle: Archive: Discovery, the Finding.
Author: charisstoma
Summary: This literary reference I blame on Badkitten09. Life at the Archive after the birth of little Habib. For Dibbs; both female djinn and another pregnancy. *GRINS* I have the power to make males pregnant. Fear me.
Word count: 736
Scanning the Live Journal site had proved rewarding in the past Faisal found, or should he say Varen had found his research rewarding. Amazing what people talked and wrote about there. Faisal was becoming a well rounded figure in his knowledge of some subjects, like what to do that would cause Varen’s toes to curl in embarrassing loud delight. Sure it was discovered in a drabble but it worked on his djinn so what matter, it worked. Just because it was fiction didn’t mean it wasn’t based on fact. Faisal made a careful note of another post that needed reading and got back to the Archive’s business.
The whole Archive had been thrown into frenetic activity seeking out reports and references from within its holdings. They searched for anything having to do with female djinn after the unexpected birth of a djinnling daughter into the family at Lustful Liaisons. There was an odd note or two found but nothing very substantial until one seeker had researched into the very ancientest of records. There had been a time when the world was new and djinn walked openly upon the Earth. It was a time of raw magic and all had been in disorder. Surprising really that any records were written from that time and that they had survived.
Their greatest source had been discovered in the lowest and oldest regions of the Archive; in its heart. Here was where the Archive was first established around a single stele. Adnan and Faisal looked up along its smooth surfaces, walking round the many sided column. The words were in an ancient pre-hieroglyphic language, precisely etched into the shine of the rock. Faisal ran a finger over one line of the text and could detect no change in the feel of the smoothness of the surface against his skin. Instead he felt a small tingling that ran along his spine. Magic was here.
‘Magic was here,’ Faisal felt his mind stop for a moment as the thought became more than a cliché to him. “Master.” He tugged on Adnan’s robes to make him pause in his own viewing of the stele. “Master, *touch* the words. They vibrate. There is power still in them. See..” he placed his hand flush against the stone and stroked along several lines at once. A crackling of sparks puffed out to either side of where he touched. He swore he did not squeak but he jerked his hand away from the still unblemished surface of the stele. Adnan had ‘hmmmed’ and told him not to repeat that again until the antiquities language department had had a chance to decypher the text, instructing him to make a note about the effect that touching had caused.
Neither of them noticed the dispersed sparks that floated above, those that had appeared at the call of power. Nor did they notice the impression of a frown that ordered the sparks to return to the stele to wait for their turn upon the Earth. One spark had lingered and the frown had turned to a soft smile. Faisal following behind the Master Librarian had given a shiver as they returned to the upper levels of the Archive. He liked to think it had nothing to do with his experience with the stele and more to do with the thoughts of what Varen had promised to do during their mid-day resting time.
Several weeks later Faisal came upon an Lj entry. The poster had commented that their favorite Hemmingway short story was also his shortest. The power of only six poignant
words, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Faisal had burst into tears and run gagging to empty his stomach.
That is where Varen had found his lover kneeling, arms wrapped around his belly protectively, to look up at him with red nose and tear smeared eyes but a smile of discovery beneath. Faisal had slapped the strong shoulder of his lover as he had spun him around in his arms with cautionary warning that he was going to spew if he didn’t stop acting like a dervish. Varen had grinned down at his little archivist where he cradled him against his chest and using one hand had provided a large glass of fresh cold water in remedy. “I love you,” had been whispered in a kiss beside his ear, “we‘ve started our family.” A happy nod had been Faisal’s response.
Author: charisstoma
Summary: This literary reference I blame on Badkitten09. Life at the Archive after the birth of little Habib. For Dibbs; both female djinn and another pregnancy. *GRINS* I have the power to make males pregnant. Fear me.
Word count: 736
Scanning the Live Journal site had proved rewarding in the past Faisal found, or should he say Varen had found his research rewarding. Amazing what people talked and wrote about there. Faisal was becoming a well rounded figure in his knowledge of some subjects, like what to do that would cause Varen’s toes to curl in embarrassing loud delight. Sure it was discovered in a drabble but it worked on his djinn so what matter, it worked. Just because it was fiction didn’t mean it wasn’t based on fact. Faisal made a careful note of another post that needed reading and got back to the Archive’s business.
The whole Archive had been thrown into frenetic activity seeking out reports and references from within its holdings. They searched for anything having to do with female djinn after the unexpected birth of a djinnling daughter into the family at Lustful Liaisons. There was an odd note or two found but nothing very substantial until one seeker had researched into the very ancientest of records. There had been a time when the world was new and djinn walked openly upon the Earth. It was a time of raw magic and all had been in disorder. Surprising really that any records were written from that time and that they had survived.
Their greatest source had been discovered in the lowest and oldest regions of the Archive; in its heart. Here was where the Archive was first established around a single stele. Adnan and Faisal looked up along its smooth surfaces, walking round the many sided column. The words were in an ancient pre-hieroglyphic language, precisely etched into the shine of the rock. Faisal ran a finger over one line of the text and could detect no change in the feel of the smoothness of the surface against his skin. Instead he felt a small tingling that ran along his spine. Magic was here.
‘Magic was here,’ Faisal felt his mind stop for a moment as the thought became more than a cliché to him. “Master.” He tugged on Adnan’s robes to make him pause in his own viewing of the stele. “Master, *touch* the words. They vibrate. There is power still in them. See..” he placed his hand flush against the stone and stroked along several lines at once. A crackling of sparks puffed out to either side of where he touched. He swore he did not squeak but he jerked his hand away from the still unblemished surface of the stele. Adnan had ‘hmmmed’ and told him not to repeat that again until the antiquities language department had had a chance to decypher the text, instructing him to make a note about the effect that touching had caused.
Neither of them noticed the dispersed sparks that floated above, those that had appeared at the call of power. Nor did they notice the impression of a frown that ordered the sparks to return to the stele to wait for their turn upon the Earth. One spark had lingered and the frown had turned to a soft smile. Faisal following behind the Master Librarian had given a shiver as they returned to the upper levels of the Archive. He liked to think it had nothing to do with his experience with the stele and more to do with the thoughts of what Varen had promised to do during their mid-day resting time.
Several weeks later Faisal came upon an Lj entry. The poster had commented that their favorite Hemmingway short story was also his shortest. The power of only six poignant
words, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Faisal had burst into tears and run gagging to empty his stomach.
That is where Varen had found his lover kneeling, arms wrapped around his belly protectively, to look up at him with red nose and tear smeared eyes but a smile of discovery beneath. Faisal had slapped the strong shoulder of his lover as he had spun him around in his arms with cautionary warning that he was going to spew if he didn’t stop acting like a dervish. Varen had grinned down at his little archivist where he cradled him against his chest and using one hand had provided a large glass of fresh cold water in remedy. “I love you,” had been whispered in a kiss beside his ear, “we‘ve started our family.” A happy nod had been Faisal’s response.
