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[ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?

WHO: Jim Kirk & Anyone
WHAT: Catchall through Harvestmere (October)
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

A - The Magic Man's Come and He's Here to Stay
The morning that changed it all had not begun like he'd expected, obviously. It had been rather embarrassing actually (not that he would be recounting that particular part of the story, especially when he would be apologizing for it for the rest of the month most likely). But ever since the change had happened, he began to make regular trips outside of the walls of Skyhold and out into the forests, away from the immediate eyes and ears of the general masses.

After all, he didn't need everyone looking in on him as he pointed his shard-embedded hand at a tree, waiting for something to happen. He felt terribly foolish, but he knew he had shot a beam from his shard - several times, in fact. Whatever was happening, it wasn't a fluke, and he had better learn to control it less it get away from him in a critical moment.

"On!" Pause. "Fire!" Another pause. "Damn it, do something!"

Pew!

"Please don't let that be my trigger phrase...."

B - Listen Up, I Never Say Anything Twice (Classes)
Currently, Kirk run three classes, all at varying times. It made for an interesting schedule, but it kept him busy, and he enjoyed it. All three classes were open to anyone who wished to join, which meant his classes often had mixed skill levels.

Mathematics had Kirk walking between the students, grouping them according to kill level and doing mini-sessions. With the smallest ones or those with no knowledge he focused on the basics, patiently pointing out how to handle the equations. The groups went up from there, and after a bit Kirk clapped his hands to get their attention.

"All right, who wants to play a game?"

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Once math was over, he moved on to the sciences. His focus for right now was an understanding of the human body (he was not comfortable enough in the physiology of the other races to teach it), and overall health, along with natural science such as how weather worked. Really it varied, and every lesson could get easily derailed as students asked questions and he expanded.

"All right, all right - anything else before I move on?"

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And of course there was self defense classes, focusing on hand-to-hand combat. Like his other classes, he paired skill level with skill level. Unlike his other two, he was far more strict here, walking between partners, critiquing and demonstrating.

"Come on, go at it for real!" he called. "This is practice for a real life situation, so better treat it like one!"

C - The Man About Town
When not practicing with his shard or teaching his classes, Kirk was running errands around Skyhold, acting as a sort of courier for businesses. It wasn't the best pay, but it saw him through the days. It meant he ran between businesses in the market and even around the medical tents.

He spent time at the stables as well, working on his horsemanship, or visiting with Boggie. He could often be seen talking to him and petting the bog unicorn, sometimes with his cats, Leonard and Nikita, in tow.

Of course he would make appearances at the tavern, happy to sit and enjoy an evening of music and song with drink in hand. Some nights he could convinced to sing of his strange, other-worldly songs too.

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The first touch has Sam flinching with a hiss, then forcing himself to stay still as Kirk smeared the cream over his abused skin. His lips pursed for a time until the cream started to work, cooling the spot and taking away the sting.

Once he was feeling a bit better and more awake he would apply some healing magic to it, but for now it didn't seem that serious that it warranted that just yet. That and it was more important to let Kirk be involved since he seemed rather shocked by it as well.

"You've been having a lot of nightmares lately," he mutters, shifting a bit to get comfortable. "Guess we know you can shoot beams out of it now."

He actually forgot about the healing magic. He tended to, because it simply wasn't something he was used to yet, or fully trusted if he was honest. But Sam would have the right of it too, he needed to be involved in the healing of this. It wouldn't tear him apart knowing he had hurt Sam this way as it was an accident, but it did concern him that it had happened, and if it would again.

"Yeah, ever since the child..." he agreed, sighing. It had affected him more than he thought it had, but he supposed that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. "I suppose I can. But the question is how? I can't be firing them off at random, that'll be a disaster."

Child. For a moment Sam draws a blank when Kirk brings that up, brows furrowing for a moment. Eventually though he recalls the mission Kirk had gone on a while back - the way he had fussed and needed more physical contact upon returning - letting out a hum of realization.

"I don't think my ass would survive you firing at it randomly." He's trying to tease even though his voice is a still a little tight from the lingering sting. It certainly concerns him that it could happen again, especially if it got more powerful, but he doesn't seem all that phased considering, probably because as a mage it was an issue he had to learn way back.

They would fade, as all things did. But he had a bad habit now of dreaming dark things when horrible situations happened. Perhaps that was his way of working out in his head, or maybe his brain telling him to meditate more, but it was simply how his psyche dealt with it. Punishing himself for his failures, and when he felt it was enough, his brain let it go. Or something like that. He was possibly reading to much into it, but he didn't exactly have Spock or Bones here to pyshco-analyze him.

"No, and firing at it is like firing at a work of art. Pure travesty," he shook his head, following the tease, rubbing in slow circles along Sam's back.

With the pain slowly ebbing away - faint but easy to ignore for now - it is easier for Sam to relax into Kirk's ministrations. He allows himself to close his eyes and just enjoy himself, his body beginning to loosen up from the shock, humming lightly.

"Guess you're going to have to make up for it," he mutters, opening an eye as he looks over his shoulder

"I most certainly will," he smiled, turning the rubbing into a mini-massage, bending over to press a kiss to Sam's shoulder, partially in apology. He sat back and dug in deeper with his fingers, thinking it was the least he could do, especially when their waking up was usually a lot more pleasant than this.

Kirk certainly had a decent amount to make up for.

Sure he had put on the lotion for a couple night, but even after some healing Sam still had a slight limp in his step from the lingering discomfort of being shot in the ass. Not just that, but he still couldn't sit quite right just yet either. Not a huge deal, but with people giving him knowing looks, waggling brows, and making quips about having a 'rough' night, he was a little frustrated.

He wasn't actually angry or anything of the sort, but he was still going to give Kirk shit about it. At least that's what he had in mind until he couldn't find the man anywhere in Skyhold. After a lot of asking around - and more jokes - he eventually was informed that Jim had gone off into the woods. It wasn't too hard to find him after that, but when he did he simply watched from beside a tree.

Kirk growled, holding his arm out until it shook, hoping to see the shard fire again. He had some success here and there, but it was hardly consistent, far from what he would dare call control. Sweating, he dropped his hand and moved to a nearby boulder, flopping down and glaring at his shard as if it had betrayed him. In some way, it actually had.

"Come on, you need to get this," he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers.

Even from here Sam could see that Kirk wasn't doing well, pushing himself harder and only growing more tired and frustrated. Briefly he recalls a memory of himself, much younger, in such a state when he was first learning his magic in the Circle.

He watches for a few moments more before he starts walking - still with that limp - towards the boulder Kirk is on. "So this is where you ran off to."

He heard Sam before he spoke, which kept him from jumping to high, but even so he gave the tiniest of starts. His cheeks darkened, embarrassed to have the other catch him failing so miserably at something, at failing to control something that had hurt him regardless of his intent.

"Couldn't exactly use the archery range, could I?"

"We do have target dummies outside the armory for the intent of practice," he points out, coming a bit closer, but still allowing Kirk his space. Unlike previous times this felt like something Kirk didn't need someone brushing shoulders with right off the bat.

Even though this was serious, Sam cannot help but smile a bit at the way Kirk's cheeks darken. It wasn't often he got to see the captain blush unless it was something for the bedroom; Kirk looked rather cute like this.

"Any luck?"

"A few shots, but I can't get it to repeat consistently. I keep trying to get the feeling of when it shoots and repeat it, and I just can't," he let out a frustrated huff of breath, dragging a hand through his hair and glowering.

"Could use a few tips," he looked at Sam with eyes just this short of being deemed "puppy".

Dear Maker, he would help regardless, but that look is slaying him.

"Sounds a lot like me when I was first trying to learn how to cast fire spells." He still doesn't know much about Rifter shards, but it didn't sound too different to his own magic in this case. Here he could help. "I had to spend a lot of time just trying to feel for the source of energy before I could properly cast."

He really didn't like employing it, but he was at his wits end practically, and it hid his frustration. Frustration at his inability to understand this and make it work when it was so crucial, that there was some other part of him, some alien thing inserted into his body, that he had no control over.

"Feel for the source of the energy," he repeated, making a clicking sound between teeth and tongue. "Easier said than done, I think."

"Mm," he hums in agreement before making his way over, with a slight limp, to sit on the boulder next to Kirk. Sitting down initially isn't comfortable, which has Sam making a face, but after taking a deep breath and adjusting he finally finds a position he can tolerate.

He holds out his hand after a bit. "Here let me see."

Kirk's brows knitted, seeing the face he pulled. He hadn't thought the wound had been so severe, but clearly he was wrong. Not to mention that was a very sensitive part of the body. Perhaps he should apply more salve to it tonight, and ensure Sam slept on his stomach.

Slowly Kirk gave his hand over to Sam. "Never thought I'd see the day I would try and learn magic."

He wouldn't call it severe, the wound was healing, but there was still an ache. Perhaps it was because it was magic, or because it was that particular kind of magic that made it linger. Not to mention he didn't have long periods of time at the moment to dedicate healing it.

He didn't need any more salve ~~But Kirk was more then welcome to rub his butt if he wanted.~~

"Well I hadn't exactly thought a man from another planet and sailed the stars would sharing my bed," he returns with a bit of amusement. Gently he takes Kirk's hand and presses his fingers near the scar. "Does it hurt at all?"

It was a good thing to note, though - that the wounds inflicted by the shard did not heal as quickly. It would take more to really prove that theory, but Kirk wouldn't be the first to offer up being the one firing the shots. He certainly didn't want another accident - in bed or otherwise. He shuddered to think what would happen if he let loose a sudden shot in the refugee camping.

"Heh, true. I'm forgetting the most basic lesson - expect the unexpected," he didn't fight the other's touch. The shard didn't hurt much anymore, though it sometimes ached, but the pain of first receiving it (still a mystery on its own) had long faded. He shook his head in answer to the question. "No, not anymore. Sometimes it aches a little, especially when I've gotten off shots, but other than that - nothing. Sometimes I forget it's there, really."

Someone would have gotten hurt and would be less forgiving then him for the damage. It didn't and that was what mattered.

"Hm. Considering you're shooting out energy through the scar it doesn't really surprise me. It's like you're using it like a focus." Sam continues to look over the scar, making a point of not pointing it at himself - or at least not at his face directly.

"Do you feel energy flowing through your arm, or does it just happen?"

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