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Flames consume her path
Jul. 9th, 2018 03:56 pmHunter had spent several nights at the same bar, the place where he had lost his powers during an innocent night out with his artist friends. It gave him a lot of time to sit and think to himself... about the recent changes to his appearance and how it really affected his life.
He really had no other activities to keep him busy right now. Hunter had really put his heart and soul into the Foundation and the Seven Sisters Art Gallery, and it bothered him to not have day-to-day interactions with his staff. But how would he explain that his appearance had changed... so suddenly?
Slowly, Hunter sipped at his beer, looking around the bar another time. It was a quiet night, which gave him some hope that he would have a better chance of finding clues that might lead to the identity of the young girl, who had reminded him so much of Kendra. He had been here on busier nights, when it had been harder to collect his thoughts (or to politely decline the offers of being joined).
A soft chuckle escaped Hunter's throat at that last thought. With his tattooed-look, not many people were bold enough to approach him. Or flirt with him. But right now, it was sort of flattering to have so many offers of a free drink, or company for the night. Of course, he had turned down the more daring offers that would have led to something more intimate.
And even with the 'permission' from the Starfleet Captain to seek affection elsewhere while Jim was serving his five-year mission, Hunter just couldn't go down that route. His heart belonged to Jim.
It had been so reassuring that Jim had stopped by the other night to check on Hunter's welfare. It really spoke to how that Hunter could count on the other man. And he had not missed the desire in Jim's eyes in regards to Hunter's new appearance. No matter what happened -- he could count on Jim being there.
Suddenly, Hunter felt something on the edge of his nerves that broke his deep thoughts. Looking up, he saw the young woman who had reminded him so much of Kendra. And just seeing her again -- Hunter could sense his magic radiating off her. She looked so much more confident and sure of herself. But at the same time, that even she didn't know what had changed.
Hunter finished his beer, before heading over to where she sat. And he was reminded of Kendra... when the girl looked up at him with the same deep green eyes that pierced his soul.
"I know you..." She whispered. She stood, her eyes wide like a frightened deer.
"Wait..." Hunter took a step back, he could sense the magic in the air, creating a protective force around her. It felt like an invisible fire on his skin.
"No. It is not time..." She moved from her table, preparing to leave the bar. Hunter reached out to try to reason with her, but she whirled and looked at him with those sharp green eyes, and he felt like his whole being was on fire. He slumped down into a chair, watching helplessly as she ran off, not even getting her name.
A flicker of pain ran up his arm, and looking down he could see the thorns of the rose bush return briefly, before it faded. Leaving his arm bare again. He felt like he couldn't breathe... so he struggled to get to a private area of the bar, where he could PINpoint home.
Hunter could feel the fire of his magic dance back to life one moment, and then return to being gone. And it was pure torture. The pain ebbed and faded, leaving him so exhausted that he could barely make it to the couch. Fumbling with his PINpoint, he sent a quick message to the one person that knew the workings of magic better than anyone. And as he slumped to the couch, it was only seconds later that he could feel the reassuring touch of Hermione Jean Granger.
He really had no other activities to keep him busy right now. Hunter had really put his heart and soul into the Foundation and the Seven Sisters Art Gallery, and it bothered him to not have day-to-day interactions with his staff. But how would he explain that his appearance had changed... so suddenly?
Slowly, Hunter sipped at his beer, looking around the bar another time. It was a quiet night, which gave him some hope that he would have a better chance of finding clues that might lead to the identity of the young girl, who had reminded him so much of Kendra. He had been here on busier nights, when it had been harder to collect his thoughts (or to politely decline the offers of being joined).
A soft chuckle escaped Hunter's throat at that last thought. With his tattooed-look, not many people were bold enough to approach him. Or flirt with him. But right now, it was sort of flattering to have so many offers of a free drink, or company for the night. Of course, he had turned down the more daring offers that would have led to something more intimate.
And even with the 'permission' from the Starfleet Captain to seek affection elsewhere while Jim was serving his five-year mission, Hunter just couldn't go down that route. His heart belonged to Jim.
It had been so reassuring that Jim had stopped by the other night to check on Hunter's welfare. It really spoke to how that Hunter could count on the other man. And he had not missed the desire in Jim's eyes in regards to Hunter's new appearance. No matter what happened -- he could count on Jim being there.
Suddenly, Hunter felt something on the edge of his nerves that broke his deep thoughts. Looking up, he saw the young woman who had reminded him so much of Kendra. And just seeing her again -- Hunter could sense his magic radiating off her. She looked so much more confident and sure of herself. But at the same time, that even she didn't know what had changed.
Hunter finished his beer, before heading over to where she sat. And he was reminded of Kendra... when the girl looked up at him with the same deep green eyes that pierced his soul.
"I know you..." She whispered. She stood, her eyes wide like a frightened deer.
"Wait..." Hunter took a step back, he could sense the magic in the air, creating a protective force around her. It felt like an invisible fire on his skin.
"No. It is not time..." She moved from her table, preparing to leave the bar. Hunter reached out to try to reason with her, but she whirled and looked at him with those sharp green eyes, and he felt like his whole being was on fire. He slumped down into a chair, watching helplessly as she ran off, not even getting her name.
A flicker of pain ran up his arm, and looking down he could see the thorns of the rose bush return briefly, before it faded. Leaving his arm bare again. He felt like he couldn't breathe... so he struggled to get to a private area of the bar, where he could PINpoint home.
Hunter could feel the fire of his magic dance back to life one moment, and then return to being gone. And it was pure torture. The pain ebbed and faded, leaving him so exhausted that he could barely make it to the couch. Fumbling with his PINpoint, he sent a quick message to the one person that knew the workings of magic better than anyone. And as he slumped to the couch, it was only seconds later that he could feel the reassuring touch of Hermione Jean Granger.