Purpose [Part 2]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: "I don't get it," Muzaka said, drumming his claw-tipped fingers against the table.
Notes: Summoner AU
Well, I guess this has grown enough that it gets its own place rather than shoved into the au collection, haha.
I did have a specific scene I wanted to get to, but then the set-up got longer and longer, until the original end goal didn't fit, haha.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,453
Total word count: 1,080
Status: Work in progress
"I don't get it," Muzaka said, drumming his claw-tipped fingers against the table.
"Oh?" Frankenstein said as he slid his journals onto his bookshelf. Muzaka could see a small pleased smile growing on his face as they stood upright with no leaning.
"Why would you summon me for this?" Summoning him took a lot of power - it seemed like a lot of effort to do for something so simple. "There's a lotta imps you coulda summoned instead."
Frankenstein glanced at him, still smiling softly in amusement. "Imps tend to be a foot tall - they wouldn't be able to see the whole of the bookshelf in perspective."
And the stronger a demon was, the bigger their body became. Imps didn't have a form that could let them easily walk around among humans without drawing attention either.
"Hnn, fine." Muzaka watched Frankenstein collecting more journals, a frown growing on his own face.
"Is there something wrong?" Frankenstein continued putting away his journals. Muzaka hadn't seen him look in his direction, but maybe something had carried over through their connection - there had been a few times where he could feel his summoner's strong emotions.
Muzaka huffed, squinting a little at the bookshelf. "You wanted me to check yer bookshelf, but I'm still here." He'd fulfilled the requirements of the summoner's contract - he should have been sent back already.
Frankenstein hummed, sliding a journal into place, but didn't move to the next one like he usually did. "I'm trying out a new recipe and I'd like your opinion on that as well."
Muzaka continued frowning. The contract couldn't shift like that - it was only for what had been stated in their deal. Which meant the summoner's real wish had been strong enough that it was in the contract, even if it hadn't been said out loud. And Muzaka had still agreed to it. The contract had still taken hold. Hm...
He would need to figure out what Frankenstein's true wish was - it could take some time, but Frankenstein was mortal, so he would outlive the summoner either way. He just had to wait.
And while he did, he could try the summoner's recipe.
* * *
Muzaka turned his head at the sound of movement near the living room door, standing up.
Frankenstein walked past the door, slowing down when he saw Muzaka and walked in. "Morning," Frankenstein said.
"Mornin'."
A small crease formed on Frankenstein's forehead as he looked at Muzaka in puzzlement. "Did you not sleep last night?"
Muzaka cocked his head to the side. Huh. "I don't need sleep." He was powered by magic and his summoner - he didn't need rest like mortals did. Though saying that... "Don't you need more sleep?" Frankenstein had only gone to bed a few hours before - the summoners Muzaka had had before had slept for longer, especially after summoning him.
Frankenstein laughed softly, brushing his hair away from his shoulders. "I've found ways to help with that." He shook his head, focusing on Muzaka. "If that's the case, would you like something to do while I rest?"
Muzaka eyed him, turning it over in his head, before he shrugged. Summoners tended to keep him busy with whatever their wish was - he worked while his summoner slept, but he was used to only his thoughts keeping him company at night. Or most of the time while he was summoned, the binding spell controlling his movements like a puppet's string.
Frankenstein hummed, tapping his lip with the side of a finger. "I have books you can read, but if there's anything else you'd prefer, I can see if I can provide it."
Muzaka stared at the summoner, whose expression didn't change, staying open and relaxed.
Huh. "Nah, I'm good." He didn't need anything.
Frankenstein nodded. "Well then, let's have breakfast then, and I can see if the new recipe tastes better," he said as he turned on his heel, heading for the kitchen.
...This summoner really was a strange one.
* * *
Muzaka turned his head to the now familiar tread of Frankenstein's footsteps walking through the house.
Frankenstein poked his head into the living room, not walking past, and Muzaka heard his sigh.
"You have a room, you know." His tone was the same as it usually was, light and amused, though a little rough from sleep.
Muzaka shrugged. "I don't need it." Surprising as it was that a summoner gave him his own room with a bed, he didn't sleep. He preferred the view from the living room anyway.
"Not for sleeping, no," Frankenstein said, "but you can use it as you see fit." He paused, his gaze drifting away. "Otherwise, if you wish to go outside, I'm not forcing you inside either. You have a key."
The key was still in Muzaka's pocket, but he'd assumed that was only for when Frankenstein needed him to do something and return, or get something while Frankenstein was out.
"Huh, all right. I'll keep that in mind." He followed Frankenstein to the kitchen to help cook breakfast.
* * *
Muzaka gulped in the cold air, revelling in the quiet around him, only a few cars on the road at this time at night.
He could still feel where his summoner was, no matter the direction he walked, no matter how far his legs took him, but he was out. Away from being surrounded by walls. And he didn't even have to do anything.
He tilted his head, seeing the stars twinkling brightly overhead. They weren't his stars, no constellations he could recognise, but they were familiar just by being there in the sky.
Studying the stars wasn't something he could do when he was forced to carry out his summoner's wish, but now...
Now he could.
* * *
Muzaka hadn't travelled far enough that navigating back by the stars was needed, and even then, all he had to do was follow the connection he had with his summoner.
The house was dark when he got back, Frankenstein still asleep.
Muzaka wasn't sure what he'd expected but he relaxed as he closed the door behind him. A lot of his previous summoners had demanded a report of what he'd done whenever he'd left their side, the progress he'd made towards their wish.
Which he still didn't know what Frankenstein's was.
Frankenstein hadn't mentioned a big plan or goal in the days Muzaka had been there, but he would find out what the purpose of his summoning was eventually.
Summary: "I don't get it," Muzaka said, drumming his claw-tipped fingers against the table.
Notes: Summoner AU
Well, I guess this has grown enough that it gets its own place rather than shoved into the au collection, haha.
I did have a specific scene I wanted to get to, but then the set-up got longer and longer, until the original end goal didn't fit, haha.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,453
Total word count: 1,080
Status: Work in progress
"I don't get it," Muzaka said, drumming his claw-tipped fingers against the table.
"Oh?" Frankenstein said as he slid his journals onto his bookshelf. Muzaka could see a small pleased smile growing on his face as they stood upright with no leaning.
"Why would you summon me for this?" Summoning him took a lot of power - it seemed like a lot of effort to do for something so simple. "There's a lotta imps you coulda summoned instead."
Frankenstein glanced at him, still smiling softly in amusement. "Imps tend to be a foot tall - they wouldn't be able to see the whole of the bookshelf in perspective."
And the stronger a demon was, the bigger their body became. Imps didn't have a form that could let them easily walk around among humans without drawing attention either.
"Hnn, fine." Muzaka watched Frankenstein collecting more journals, a frown growing on his own face.
"Is there something wrong?" Frankenstein continued putting away his journals. Muzaka hadn't seen him look in his direction, but maybe something had carried over through their connection - there had been a few times where he could feel his summoner's strong emotions.
Muzaka huffed, squinting a little at the bookshelf. "You wanted me to check yer bookshelf, but I'm still here." He'd fulfilled the requirements of the summoner's contract - he should have been sent back already.
Frankenstein hummed, sliding a journal into place, but didn't move to the next one like he usually did. "I'm trying out a new recipe and I'd like your opinion on that as well."
Muzaka continued frowning. The contract couldn't shift like that - it was only for what had been stated in their deal. Which meant the summoner's real wish had been strong enough that it was in the contract, even if it hadn't been said out loud. And Muzaka had still agreed to it. The contract had still taken hold. Hm...
He would need to figure out what Frankenstein's true wish was - it could take some time, but Frankenstein was mortal, so he would outlive the summoner either way. He just had to wait.
And while he did, he could try the summoner's recipe.
Muzaka turned his head at the sound of movement near the living room door, standing up.
Frankenstein walked past the door, slowing down when he saw Muzaka and walked in. "Morning," Frankenstein said.
"Mornin'."
A small crease formed on Frankenstein's forehead as he looked at Muzaka in puzzlement. "Did you not sleep last night?"
Muzaka cocked his head to the side. Huh. "I don't need sleep." He was powered by magic and his summoner - he didn't need rest like mortals did. Though saying that... "Don't you need more sleep?" Frankenstein had only gone to bed a few hours before - the summoners Muzaka had had before had slept for longer, especially after summoning him.
Frankenstein laughed softly, brushing his hair away from his shoulders. "I've found ways to help with that." He shook his head, focusing on Muzaka. "If that's the case, would you like something to do while I rest?"
Muzaka eyed him, turning it over in his head, before he shrugged. Summoners tended to keep him busy with whatever their wish was - he worked while his summoner slept, but he was used to only his thoughts keeping him company at night. Or most of the time while he was summoned, the binding spell controlling his movements like a puppet's string.
Frankenstein hummed, tapping his lip with the side of a finger. "I have books you can read, but if there's anything else you'd prefer, I can see if I can provide it."
Muzaka stared at the summoner, whose expression didn't change, staying open and relaxed.
Huh. "Nah, I'm good." He didn't need anything.
Frankenstein nodded. "Well then, let's have breakfast then, and I can see if the new recipe tastes better," he said as he turned on his heel, heading for the kitchen.
...This summoner really was a strange one.
Muzaka turned his head to the now familiar tread of Frankenstein's footsteps walking through the house.
Frankenstein poked his head into the living room, not walking past, and Muzaka heard his sigh.
"You have a room, you know." His tone was the same as it usually was, light and amused, though a little rough from sleep.
Muzaka shrugged. "I don't need it." Surprising as it was that a summoner gave him his own room with a bed, he didn't sleep. He preferred the view from the living room anyway.
"Not for sleeping, no," Frankenstein said, "but you can use it as you see fit." He paused, his gaze drifting away. "Otherwise, if you wish to go outside, I'm not forcing you inside either. You have a key."
The key was still in Muzaka's pocket, but he'd assumed that was only for when Frankenstein needed him to do something and return, or get something while Frankenstein was out.
"Huh, all right. I'll keep that in mind." He followed Frankenstein to the kitchen to help cook breakfast.
Muzaka gulped in the cold air, revelling in the quiet around him, only a few cars on the road at this time at night.
He could still feel where his summoner was, no matter the direction he walked, no matter how far his legs took him, but he was out. Away from being surrounded by walls. And he didn't even have to do anything.
He tilted his head, seeing the stars twinkling brightly overhead. They weren't his stars, no constellations he could recognise, but they were familiar just by being there in the sky.
Studying the stars wasn't something he could do when he was forced to carry out his summoner's wish, but now...
Now he could.
Muzaka hadn't travelled far enough that navigating back by the stars was needed, and even then, all he had to do was follow the connection he had with his summoner.
The house was dark when he got back, Frankenstein still asleep.
Muzaka wasn't sure what he'd expected but he relaxed as he closed the door behind him. A lot of his previous summoners had demanded a report of what he'd done whenever he'd left their side, the progress he'd made towards their wish.
Which he still didn't know what Frankenstein's was.
Frankenstein hadn't mentioned a big plan or goal in the days Muzaka had been there, but he would find out what the purpose of his summoning was eventually.