Thread: The Arcanist (me and torridsoul)

I stood up as class ended, stretching from having sat in the same position so long. I reached out with my senses slightly and felt the energy of the light in the room. Stretching my arcane muscles, you might say. I also sensed the blistering summer heat outside. God I hate warm weather. I thought to myself. Even wearing a light t-shirt, loose jeans and pair of runners I was feeling it as I stepped out of the school. I better introduce myself before I go much further into the story. My name's Jacob Murphy an eighteen-year old Australian living in Chicago. I stand about five foot eight, with dark hair that reaches down to around the middle of my back, bright blue eyes and, so I've been told, a handsome face. I like to think I've got a decent build. It may not be the bulky muscles of the Gridiron players who all to often decided to get in my face. Until one decided to take a swing at me and ended up on the floor with my boot on his throat, but I'm not skinny either. It's the sort of build you'd expect to see on a professional gymnast or martial artist. I suppose I could also be considered well hung, tops out at around ten inches when hard, but I don't know nor care if size would really have any effect on the quality of sex. Oh, and I'm also a wizard. Personally I prefer the term 'mage' after reading a rather... unusual chat log quote on bash.org . Now hear me out before you start giving me the weird looks. Magic exists and most everyone can use it, but very few people actually unlock that ability. Despite my rather limited arcane skills, mostly illusions and combat magic, I'm considered something of a prodigy my body is able to handle far more magic coursing through it than most people, and how well a mage's body can take that is what determines how powerful they are. See when you cast a spell, the energy for it has to go through your body at some point in the casting, the stronger the spell, the more punishment your body takes. It's not painful and it doesn't actually injure me since the human body temporarily cuts itself off from magic before any real damage is done. Anyway, that's all you need to know about magic at the moment and that's not what this story's really about though there are a few points in the story where it's used, so the above info isn't a waste of time. This is about the most wonderful, incredible and beautiful woman I know. We'd been friends since I first moved to Chicago back when I was fourteen and had been going out since we were sixteen. She's kind, accepting, funny and is a hell of a history buff meaning that when I told her about magic, I got bombarded with questions about any major historical events that actually occurred through magic. And the day this story starts was her 18th birthday. It was the middle of the week and we'd organised a proper party for the weekend, but I still wanted to make that day special for her. She'd been dropping subtle hints at wanting to make love something she'd held off on before now and I wasn't about to push her, I think. I'm not gonna lie I can be dense sometimes, but I had a backup plan if I was wrong. She's the only person outside of my family and who isn't a part of the city's arcane community who knows about my talents and she'd remarked about how she wished that she could use magic. I'd tried to teach her, but it seems she's in the majority of people who can never use magic. But I'd been working on something that would give her at least some arcane power not full magic, but enough for her to better understand it. It was going to be a surprise for her and would explain what I'd been doing in my lab lately I'd been practising my potion-making as well, but since most potions need to simmer for several hours, I needed a way to fill in the time. I waited for her by my car, we'd been living together for a few months now with her parent's consent, of course and I was used to her being a little slow to get away from class.