Misfire

Misfire Part 1

"Is that why you called me out here, Wilson?"

Andrea Wilson stretched the bowstring towards and away from her. "It's a gift from my Aunt. She's pretty gifted with enchantments." Baz frowned. "That still doesn't answer my question." Andrea's eyes never left the bow. It was slim and lightweight, but weaker and more brittle than what she used in practice. She loved the sentiment though, and while it might not be as powerful in the strength of it's arrows, it still was imbued with a generous amount of magic. "We're doing a project on magical items, yeah?" Baz said nothing. "This is one was made as a Cupid's bow."

"What the hell?"

"Right? It's perfect. I haven't quite understood how it works yet. I have some instructions, but they're quite vague." Baz rolled his eyes. Andrea wasn't stupid, but it was hard keeping her attention to anything. "Stop. No. We're not doing that." Baz said. Andrea pressed an arrow to the bow's grip and slowly pulled back the bowstring. "It's really not that powerful." Andrea said "But I think I can get a good aim on something around here, something maybe a hundred meters out."

"Wilson, put the bow down." Baz said. He took a step forward and saw, just about a hundred meters away, Simon and Penelope walking to the dorms. He heard the stretch of the bow, and without a second thought he tackled Andrea just before she let go of the arrow. "What the bloody hell?!" said Andrea. Baz lifted himself off her and found the arrow was gone. "Shit." he said. His eyes whipped towards Simon and Penelope, both limp on the ground. "Crowley." Baz sprinted towards the both of them as fast as he could.

Simon wasn't responding but he didn't have any mark on him, and Penelope had a pretty good gash on her chin, but she was awake and fine otherwise. "Could it be trauma?" Baz said, panic set thick in his voice. "No, he didn't fall that hard on the ground." Penelope said "I know this might sound crazy, but I think he might just need to sleep it off." "What?" Baz said, loud enough for the whole hill to hear. By then Andrea made her way down to Baz and Penelope. "Did I hit someone?" she sounded bored. "He could still have head trauma or a concussion! Why shouldn't we take him to the infirmary?" Baz said. "What do you mean hit someone?" Penelope said.

"I was testing my Cupid's bow when Baz fell on me and it accidentally shot an arrow." Andrea said.

"Of course it was you!" Penelope said, turning to Baz with rapidly growing anger.

"It wasn't me! I was trying to stop her! I didn't want to kill Simon." Baz said

"Actually, it's a Cupid's bow, it's non-lethal." said Andrea.

Both Baz and Penelope turned to Andrea with white-glowing fury. Andrea turned pale and apologized under her breath before turning to walk back up the hill. "Simon's magic will heal him better than the infirmary can if you keep an eye on him and cast some easy magic on him." Penelope said, calming down. "The infirmary is still full of people in need of healing from the Humdrum's rabid bunny attacks. Simon'll never never get proper care." Did she want to leave Simon unconscious with his (possible) vampire nemesis? No. Did she have a choice. No. Baz was the best option, and she doubted Baz would kill him in his sleep.

So Baz dragged Simon back to the dorms before curfew and placed him on the bed as lightly as he could. He tucked Simon in, cast some spells ("Get well soon!"), and paced around the room before he came up with a really good healing spell. One that made him so absolutely guilty. "I could never." he thought, and got back up to hunt before curfew locked down the dorms.

When he got back, Simon was still on the bed, still unconscious and the sight of him sent waves of anguish towards Baz. "If it helps, why not try?" he thought. So he got up and sat on the bed beside Simon.

He was warm. So warm it felt like Baz had never seen summer. Baz, with the caution of prey weary of a predator's trap, lightly felt Simon's cheek and tangled his fingers through the ends of his hair. Crowley. "Kiss it better." Ever so lightly, Baz pressed a cold kiss onto Simon's lips.

Guilt bloomed in Baz's chest with shame and revulsion. But it was almost inviting, kissing Simon Snow. His lips were warm. His tongue was warm. Wait, shit. Baz pulled away from Simon as soon as he realized Simon was kissing back. Inches away from Simon's face, Simon's eyes fluttered open, and the two stared at each other for only a few seconds before Simon reached up to grab Baz's lips in another kiss.

"Damn." thought Baz. What was happening? With every ounce of will he could muster, he pulled back away from Simon. "What's wrong?" Simon said, like nothing was wrong. Baz couldn't provide an answer, he stared agape into the eyes of his nemesis, his forbidden desire, who'd just sucked on him like Simon was the vampire, not Baz. "I-What the fuck?!" said Baz. Was he going mad? Simon's hands drifted onto Baz's arms and rubbed ever so softly, as Simon tried to calm Baz down.

He woke up, with Baz kissing him, and he never wondered how that would feel, how it would taste. Not bloody. Not bad. It was like Baz was the only option for life support. Why was Baz so alarmed though? Maybe, it's just realizing that he's gay is freaking him out. But Simon was just realizing and he was doing perfectly fine.

Baz didn't know what to say but, "How's your head doing? Do you feel any pain? Have you lost any memories?" Simon smirked. "I can't remember when you ever looked so good as you do now." he reached up to rake his fingers through Baz's hair. If vampires could blush, then Baz would be doing it. He tried to fling himself from the bed, anywhere from this awkward situation, but he realized as he got up that Simon had already wrapped his legs around his hips. "What's wrong?" Simon asked, very much concerned with Baz's odd behaviors.

The Bow. They'd all assumed that the arrow misfired, that it was lost in the grounds somewhere. That it missed the both of them, but...could it have hit Simon? "Sit up." Baz said. Simon sat up. "Do you feel any sort of pain?"

"No, actually, I feel quite rosy. That could be just because of you I suppose..." Simon said, blushing. Damn, he was beautiful in the warm light from the fire. It was one of the things that terrified Baz, the fire always being lit as he slept, the fire that was needed to keep Simon warm, the constant threat to Baz's life. But it was always the way that Baz could best watch Simon's chest rise and fall as he slept. The way he could watch Simon's delicate lips fall open, the way he could study Simon's every freckle. The way he could determine that there was a new addition to the freckles tonight.

Baz gripped Simon's chin and tilted it so he could better see the new heart-shaped mark. "Simon, I think you're going through the effects of a love potion." Baz said. "Good thing you're the first thing I laid my eyes on." Simon said "I can't think of anything better to fall in love with."

It felt like a slap to the face. What type of sick joke was this? To have the love of your life tell you that they've fallen in love with you and have them not mean it. Baz regretted ever wishing to feel Simon's warmth, to wish for Simon to say those words. It left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

The next morning, Andrea woke up to an angry Pitch pounding at her door. "Good morning! I never expected for you to come so early. Have you come to take me on an archery date? Let me show you the ropes? Because we have class an-"

"Shut up." Baz said "Have you figured out the bow?"

"Oh. Has the arrow taken effect yet?"

"You knew it hit Simon?"

Andrea stared blankly. "It hit Simon?" she said "I thought it hit Bunce. How did Simon react when he woke up? Did he speak of me?"

"Why would he ask about you?"

"Because I was the last one to touch the arrow with my bare fingers before it hit Simon." she said. Baz must've brushed the arrow when he tackled Andrea. Dammit. "Well Simon's going through a pretty bad reaction and he needs whatever remedy you can offer to cure him." Baz said. "What if I asked him on a date first?" Baz shot her a look. "Or maybe I'll charm him with my magic skills now and ask him once he's cured." 

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