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The sound of the door slamming was something that Savio could sadly say he had grown used to, as he cleaned up the books and other supplies they had been using. Kiriya had been working with him for a few months now, and the aristo had learned that when he was upset, to leave the blonde to cool down. Usually he could find him later, fuming quietly in the greenhouses or curled up in the libraries.
A shiver ran through him, and Savio paused as he looked into the scrying bowl he had. Part of him wanted to lean over, learn what future was in store for his apprentice. But he never could reach out and learn it. Something always told him he wasn’t meant to know yet, that it wasn’t time for him to learn the truth.
The green haired aristo turned away, reordering things and setting them in their proper place. He sighed softly as he heard a loud crash. Kiriya’s anger tended to get the better of him, but it wasn’t often that it led to the destruction of things. Another loud crash and the aristo found himself pausing.
Then he felt it. Magic. Strong, out of control, and growing.
In seconds he was out the door, robes flying around him as he picked up speed down the stairs. His usual trained gait was forgotten as he slid to a stop, inhaling sharply and taking in the sight of his living room. Or what used to be his living room. Savio stared in amazement, reaching out a hand to touch the large plant that had sprouted out of the marble flooring. He pulled back as vines tried to wrap around his wrist, looking for the source of the growth.
He frowned as he realized Kiriya was nowhere in sight, moving through the greenery. Savio noted that some of the plants were still growing, bending as they hit the ceiling. He picked up his pace as he felt another wave of magic hit him. He knew Kiriya had been getting angry when he hadn’t been able to figure out what he was teaching. And of course, he had heard that some people could lost control of their lunaglyphs if their magic was strong.
But he never thought he would have to worry about one of his own students like this. Savio nearly tripped over roots as he headed out the door. Even without the steady pulse of magic, he knew where he was going, turning towards the greenhouses.
He stopped in the doorway, staring at the mass of plants covering everything and cursed, blue eyes flicking to and fro as he tried to find a way past them. He wasn’t going to reach out and touch them again- the plant inside the house showed him what would happen if he tried that. Savio wasn’t exactly keen on stepping into something when he didn’t know what he was looking at.
Savio’s gaze focused on a branch that was hanging down on the side. It had been snapped off one of the tree’s, and vines had wrapped around it. The aristo grabbed it, yanking it free before using it to move aside the leaves and vines in the doorway. He noted that they simply hung there, unmoving, before he stepped inside.
Kiriya was in the middle of the floor, and Savio’s first notice was the blood on his wrist. His lunaglyph pulsed as the blonde raised the knife again, tears streaking his face. Savio lunged, knocking it aside and Kiriya’s gaze snapped up to him.
“It’s this damnable thing. It’s all the fault of these lunaglpyhs!” The blonde cried out, and Savio stared at him as he slammed his fist into the ground. A flower sprouted under his hand, and the aristo knelt down, looking from it back to the tear filled eyes in front of him. “I can’t control it. I can barely use it. I can’t see the future, I can’t help others with this.” Kiriya spit out venomously. “What good is this? What good is learning things if I can’t do anything with it?”
“Kiriya.” Savio gently touched his shoulder but pulled back as Kiriya flinched away. “Kiriya, you need to breathe.” He urged. “Letting this anger consume you will only cause more pain. You know trying to remove it won’t work. You cannot get rid of a lunaglyph.” That was the wrong things to say, Savio noticed almost instantly as Kiriya sneered.
Kiriya laughed bitterly at that, and Savio’s eyes widened in alarm. “You know nothing.” He hissed. “Nothing! What can you even do? Tell me what my future holds, and then not show me how to get there? I know you’ve probably already seen it. That’s why you haven’t thrown me out yet.”
“No.” Savio said honestly. “I have not. I wish to see you grow into what you’ll be without knowing what that is. If I had known that you would lose control over not being able to do one thing however I would have eased on your lessons, instead of risking the destruction of my living room.” He added, dry amusement entering his voice.
“What?” Kiriya stared at him, blinking a few times. “… You’re joking. Oh sweet merciful… You’re actually joking.” The small chuckle that left the apprentice was one filled with exhaustion, and he stared at the ground. He lifted his hand, blood dripping onto the leaves of the plant that had grown under his fist moments ago. “… It burns, at times. I can’t stand it. You make everything you do seem so easy, and I used to be able to do all my lessons so easily. But now…. Now I can’t even tell you what we’re going to have for dinner. I can’t do what you do.”
Savio listened quietly as he spoke, watching the blood drip down and turn the green leaves a bright crimson in colour. He reached out again, moving slowly and watching Kiriya’s hand still as he gently touched him. Savio didn’t cast any spell, only pulled his hand closer and studied it. Kiriya hadn’t done too much damage, it looked, but there was still a lot of blood dripping down his fingers.
“Kiriya. Perhaps that’s because this is a talent you will not learn. Some cannot see the future. Your talent lies elsewhere. Look at the greenhouses.” Savio urged. “I have never had a green thumb, or the talents to make things grown as you have. But the plants you have created are moving of their own accord. You grew them right through the marble flooring of my home.”
“They’re all out of control.” Kiriya protested.
“Then I will do my best to help you control it.” Savio shook his head. “I will move your lessons in here. You can work on learning how to make them grow without pouring so much emotion into it. Now. Perhaps we should get you inside and clean this up?” He asked.
“… Thank you, master.” Kiriya nodded as he made his way to is feet, holding his injured hand to his chest. He paused, watching Savio rise to his feet with the help of the large branch he had grabbed. He hesitated, looking slightly uncomfortable and licking his lips before he spoke. “… I-… I am sorry. For the destruction.”
“Please. I can handle some branches. My main concern is you.” Savio said, nodding for Kiriya to go first. He watched the blonde make his way back towards the house, glancing around. The magic he had felt was still in the air, but it wasn’t as strong now, lingering there. The aristo’s gaze flicked over the knife, turning away as he followed Kiriya out of the greenhouses.
After he had cleaned and dressed Kiriya’s wound, he left the blonde to get something to eat and have some tea as he set about undoing everything. When he got back to the greenhouses, however, he looked back at the ground, staring at the flower that had grown there. The petals had been stained red, and Savio hesitated before moving past it to work on everything else.
When he had finished, and things were back in order, the flower was still there, blood stained but growing strong.