When Magic Intertwines

One of my really, really old fanfictions I desperately want to recontinue/revamp.

Things to refer to:

* Calliope's form in Tepig's RP
* Claire's form in Draco's RP
* My list of OCs
* Calliope's form in Draco's RP
* Kane's form in Tepig's RP
* Kane's form in Draco's RP

### Chap. 2 Draft

**Ooooh, hey, first things first~**

**1.       Please don’t murder me.**

**2.       Follow one.**

**3.       Don’t look for loopholes.**

**4.       Follow three.**

**5.       Procrastination at its utter finest.**

**6.       Enjoy.**

“DON’T HURT ME!”

Always a reasonable exclamation for situations when someone
has a very, very sharp dagger pointed at your vulnerable chest. Kane was going
cross-eyed by the time it was withdrawn. Heaving a sigh of relief, he propped
himself up with his elbows.

“He managed to last three minutes this time. That has to
count?” Claire offered supportively from her seat.

The daughter of Hermes sat by the sides along with the rest
of their gang. For seats, they used upended old crates. They’d been in the
training arena for some time now, watching Kane getting his butt kicked
repeatedly for the-

“-fifty-third time in the row,” Therion remarked. “*Honestly*, Eversley, sometimes I swear
you’re not even trying.”

*Easy for him to say.*
Kane scowled up at him, the pendant strung round his neck beginning to glow. It
had been ultrasensitive to his emotions since his magical convergence with his
sister, and thus alerted pretty much everyone (even Therion, who was color
blind) to even the slightest mood shift. It wasn’t helpful in social situations
at all.

“To assure your worrisome ego, Sanguine,” Kane retorted, “I,
as a matter of fact, am trying.”

The white-haired (it wasn’t really white, but with intent to
annoy) son of Hades snorted, just barely refraining from rolling his eyes. He
opened his mouth to respond, probably another sarcastic quip, but was
interrupted.

“You’re going too hard on him,” Calliope Blitz observed
coolly from besides Claire. Her right leg was crossed over her left casually and
her posture unconcerned, but Kane knew from experience that Calliope was rarely
ever unconcerned. He doubted she even *knew*
the meaning.

“And you go too easy on him,” Therion replied, examining his
fingernails boredly. “Yet even then, you still beat him.”

Color flushed Callie’s cheeks and Kane deflated. It was true
that his half-sister was brilliant at hand-to-hand combat, and the fact that he
hadn’t gotten at least a smidgen of that talent or skill grated on him. And the
fact that she *did* go easy on him
during fights was just embarrassing. Natural older brother instinct.

“Doesn’t cancel out that you *do* go too hard on him, Therion,” Claire interjected patiently.

Kane was forever marveling on how childish Claire could be
so patient with the damned son of Hades. He was cocky, arrogant, never gave
people the ti- Calm. Calm. Exhale, inhale.

“Hmph.” Therion sheathed his sword, much to Kane’s secret
relief, and let his gaze cross the watching girls. “Let’s hope he puts up more
of a fight tomorrow.” With a dramatic twist of his heel, he stalked away. Kane
was shamelessly tempted to blast him from behind, but his unchivalrous train of
thought was interrupted.

“-think so?” Calliope ended, seemingly oblivious to Kane’s
inattention. She stood, Kane subconsciously noting every muscle’s relaxed
movement, and frowned at her brother.  “You
didn’t hear a word I said again, did you?” Okay, so maybe not so oblivious.

“No, sorry,” Kane admitted sheepishly as he sat up. His back
was sore from being tossed to the ground so many times. “Again, Callie?”

Callie sighed helplessly. “I was saying, maybe you should
make more time practicing your combat skills instead of focusing on your magic
all the time.”

Kane’s insides twisted. “I told you before I can’t-“

“It’s about time you stopped worrying about that, Kane!”
Callie burst out. “It’s been months! *Months*!
You can’t go on like this forever! I don’t want to lose-“ She cut herself off
and checked herself.

Silence spread out between them like a yawning gap between
two universes. Claire, engrossed in her half-finished replica of the Eiffel
Tower, was left unaware of the breeding tension.

“Sorry,” Callie muttered finally. “It’s just that-“

“I get it,” Kane said hurriedly. “You don’t need to explain,
sis. But you know how much of a worrywart I am and I can’t just let my guard
down now…”

Callie’s own