Chapter 14 Part 1
"What am I going to do with you now? Huh?" Christopher says to the unconscious Jasyn, smoothing his silky blond hair as he lays on his lap.
He clutches his chest as he continues to talk to himself. "Why whenever I look at him I feel sick? My stomach is constantly in knots. Is this what it feels like? I dread to think about that right now."
He looks back down at the man who stole his heart, gently stroking his luscious locks. He fears things are moving too fast between them, but cannot help the way he makes him feel.
"doesn't help that Shavik and Viridiana instigated it. What were they thinking by making him my personal guard? They knew I wouldn't be able to refuse. *Sigh* I'm fine with it, I think." Christopher says, gently smiling as he stares at the glaring white patterned ceiling.
"I knew you liked me." Jasyn says.
Christopher jumps out of his skin and looks down at him. "You scared the hell outta me!" he says, slapping him hard on the forehead. "How much of that did you hear?"
"All of it, I've been conscious since we entered the front gate." Jasyn says.
"Oh god!" After a moment of him covering his face, Christopher pushes him off, sending him flying to the ground. "I can't believe you took advantage like that!"
"I couldn't resist, I'm sorry babe." Jasyn says, sitting up on the floor in front of him.
"Don't, don't call me that. As much as you're into me, I'm technically your boss now. So you will do your job while you're on duty and only, your job." Christopher authoritatively says.
Jasyn bites his bottom lip and stands at attention in front of him. "Yes sir." he says, suggestively.
"No matter what I do, you're gonna be into it, aren't you?" Christopher says, standing up from the chair and crossing his arms.
"It's like we're married already." Jasyn teases.
Annoyed by his incessant flirting Christopher gets really close to him and says, "For the last time. We, are not a thing. Unless you slow it down, we will never, be a thing. Do you understand?"
By his dour expression, Christopher's words have sunk deep. He almost immediately gets out of his gloomy demeanour and smiles widely once again. "I'll be sure to win you over after my shift sir, after all, I'll be taking you to my favourite place in the whole city later, my treat."
Christopher can't hold his authority any longer and starts to chuckle. "What am I going to do with you, huh?" Christopher turns towards the dining area of his home and beacons Jasyn to follow. "Even if you are my personal guard, that doesn't mean we can't get to know one another more. Especially since you have royalty on your side."
(Nebulon) So, are you still against them?
(Narrator) It's not like it's a choice to be against it anymore. It's so clear how much they like one another…At least Christopher is being sensible about it.
(Nebulon) Wouldn't want him to be any other way.
"Dime, bring me the assorted box of cookies Heather made, and make some tea for me." Christopher says.
Jasyn looks in awe as a patterned box seemingly appears out of nowhere. Christopher opens the box, places the lid under the container, and gently lays them on the dining table between two of the twelve chairs.
Christopher gestures to the chair next to him, taking one of the baked treats. "This may be a little strange to you, but I don't drink much alcohol." seeing that Jasyn has yet to sit down, Christopher pulls the chair out. "Sit." he says sternly.
"Sorry, I guess I took the 'do your job' spiel a little too literally." Jasyn says, gingerly sitting in the seat next to him.
"Just be yourself." Christopher giggles, placing the cookie on the table. "Look, I'm no noble, heck I'm not even that important in the grand scheme of things. As long as we take things slowly, I'm ok with it."
"I just, don't know how to, do things slowly. I don't know what to do, or say." Jasyn says, leaning on the table.
Christopher laughs, finding his struggle amusing. "Just ask questions about me, get to know who I am…Here, what made you want to become a guard?"
"My father, I guess. He was a brave and strong man, for as long as I can remember, he was the captain of the guard for a small town not far from here. Seeing him and how hard he worked for my mother and me, was inspiring." a sad, but reminiscent smile shows on Jasyn's face as he stares off into space.
"Was?" Christopher asks.
"He was killed, there was a bandit raid one day. The man that told us the news said that he died with honour, before he went down, he cut down about half of them before they swarmed him. Ever since that day, I've been training with the sword, never taking a day off from training." Jasyn says, rubbing his thumb along the palm of his other hand.
"I'm so sorry, Jasyn. I didn't mean to bring up a trauma." Christopher apologises.
"No, no, you're fine. My turn now, yeah? Let's see. What is your favourite thing to do?" Jasyn asks, quickly brightening up.
"Let's see. I love to read. I'll read just about anything. Fictional stories, textbooks, history, law. But I also love to test my fighting skills." Christopher says, a gleaming smile on his face.
"Reading, huh? I don't particularly enjoy that, but I respect it." Jasyn says.
"What is it you love to do?" Christopher asks, reciprocating the question.
"I like to hang out with my friends and family, sometimes we go out drinking, or goof about. I think one time we got so drunk we tried to climb the outside of the city wall. Heheh." Jasyn says, his laugh smooth.
"You're like my brother, you both are very social people it seems." Christopher says.
(Dime) Tea is ready, sir.
"Great, thank you Dime, please place them on a tray and pass them through the Dimension slowly." Christopher says.
Jasyn watches as a tray with a pot of hot tea, two ornate tea cups on coasters, two spoons, a small bowl of sugar cubes, and a small milk jug full of, well, milk, passes through into Christopher's hands.
As Christopher places the tray on the table, Jasyn asks, "How are you doing that? I mean I'm familiar with ordinary Spatial dimension Magic, but this is new to me."
"It'll be new to everyone, it's my own invention. It's the exact reason why the King was expecting me. The spell went a little bit overboard though and I accidentally made an assistant that can control everything about the dimension. They're called Dime, their influence on this plane of existence is limited to about three metres around the bearer of the ring."
"So the ring you're wearing links you with Dime and your dimension?" Jasyn asks.
(Narrator) Huh, I pegged him as being stupid. He's handsome and clever. I don't like that combo at all.
"Yeah, I couldn't explain it better myself." Christopher says.
"That's honestly so cool." Jasyn says.
Christopher pours the steaming hot black tea into both teacups, giving Jasyn his cup and grabs his own cup. Christopher takes two sugar cubes and drops them into his tea, then stirs with his spoon. Meanwhile Jasyn is just adding milk to his tea.
Christopher crosses his legs at the knee and takes a sip of the tea. "There's no point in asking you about your job, as I already know that, so…What about me made you interested in having a relationship?"
Jasyn chokes on his tea as he was mid sip, coughing for a few seconds before thinking about his reply. "I guess it's the way you look at me. How shy you can be through that thick layer of confidence. And how smart you are. How about you?"
"Oh god, your looks, your persistence, and how easily you can get me to relax. Oh and how direct you are about everything. You come off like you don't say anything half assed." Christopher replies.
The two talk for hours exchanging questions, getting to know one another quite a bit. We find out that Jasyn likes to exercise, jogging through the streets gives him the feeling of accomplishment. Jasyn also has a great sense of humour, contrasting Christopher's sarcasm wonderfully. We find out he is 15 only a year and a bit older than Christopher. He never considered applying to go to the mages college before becoming a servant of the people. Jasyn never misses the chance to exercise, the drills his captain gave him never bothered him, no matter how intense.
(Narrator) However I doubt he'll have the same ease with Heddwyn's drills, from what I've seen, I'm surprised Christopher and the twins ain't dead from it. There was blood, so much blood.
After Jasyn's shift for his job as Christopher's personal guard ends, he takes him to his favourite place to visit. From the outside it looks like a small café or restaurant called The Speckled Fox.
Jasyn slides the door open and yells, "Welcome, to the best restaurant in town. Their cider's are amazing, oh and you gotta try the spicy roasted pork. It's amazing." dragging Christopher over to a bar lined with stools. On the other end of this bar is the kitchen, where the chef can be seen tossing something in a Wok, a pan invented in the otherworlders realm.
"Jocelyn, two Mercter apple ciders and the spicy pork please." Jasyn shouts.
A fairly tall Lizardman lady pokes her head out of the corner of the door leading out of the kitchen and says, "Coming right up, Jasyn."
"You come in here so often she knows you by voice? That's…cool? No, it's a little sad." Christopher mocks, covering his mouth as he laughs.
"It's not sad. Yeah I come here frequently, but me and Joce were friends when we were kids." Jasyn says, settling in the slightly too small stool.
"So she's a similar age?" Christopher asks, leaning on the counter.
"Seventeen. I think." Jasyn says, scratching his neck.
Jocelyn intejects, slamming two crude wooden mugs onto the desk. "Sixteen Jasyn, how do you still get my age wrong after all this time?" She looks over at Christopher and softly smirks. "So who is this adorable little one you brought in with you today?"