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The Wizard's Apprentice, Part One — Description
It had been several days since Solomon's last sending stone went unanswered by Yancy. A few hours of silence had become the norm after Yancy was taken on as a wizard's apprentice by Rhazith the Thaumaturge several weeks ago, but a whole day was wholly unusual. Things weren't helped by Solomon's suspicion of Rhazith when the decrepit mage approached his boyfriend with a promise of not only an arcane education, but a sizable stipend for the otherwise impoverished pair. But Solomon had heard rumors of this theurge that disquieted him...rumors that he never aged, that his regimens were unorthodox or even dangerous, and that he had gone through more than a half dozen other apprentices in the space of a year.

Of course, Yancy would hear none of this. This was his opportunity to finally take his spellcasting beyond cantrips and parlor tricks, and he didn't doubt that his intelligence outstripped every previous apprentice Rhazith had before him. It was destiny, Yancy believed, and his departure was more than a bit sour with Solomon. After a long argument, the pair stormed to different parts of their modest apartment over an old book seller...and by the time Solomon awoke the next morning, Yancy was already gone, along with his spellbook and enchanted spectacles.

Being of a squirrelier nature than most, however, Solomon did keep tabs on the derelict tower at the edge of town where Rhazith made his home. His time with the thieves' guild helped the boy swipe more than a few sending stones from the wizard to keep in contact with Yancy, although Rhazith had forbidden Jones from seeing anyone outside the tower while under his tutelage, Solomon had come to learn. While their argument saw the spitting of fire and the shaking of fists, the pair remained involved, and Yancy was happy to have someone to speak to in the isolated, cold tower that was now his home.

But then the sendings stopped returning...and more concerningly, the stipend did not arrive at Solomon's stoop at the start of the week. Days of sending stones were spent trying to reach Yancy once more as the cupboards drew empty until, eventually, Solomon decided to don his old cloak and set of for Rhazith's tower once again, seeking to employ his second-story work once again to check in on his lover...and perhaps more importantly, secure his stipend. The Church of the Goddess of Love was quite influential in their city, and Solomon knew memory probing magic was used to verify the legitimacy of claims. If Solomon -had- desired to claim Yancy's substantial stipend, the last physical interaction they had would have been an argument, which he was certain would not play well to the clergy of Shelyn...

And so he set off, hoping to at the very least share a kiss with Yancy, or better yet, have some more intimate fun...if only to prove to the love goddess' disciples of their union. On his approach, the lower levels of the old, squat tower were bared and closed with no door visible to the naked eye. An illusion, no doubt...but Solomon did spy an open window, high on the tower's midsection. With practiced footwork and gloves of coarse leather clinging to the stone tightly, Solomon mounted the side of the edifice, darting from ledge to crag until eventually he perched himself at the edge of the sill, looking inside silently.

The image was striking, and Solomon immediately knew what had become of Yancy Jones. A pair of pale, long feet stuck out from a snow-white sheet, a pair Solomon was more than intimately familiar with...Every curve, every toe, every line on those feet Solomon had memorized in his many worshipful sessions with his boyfriend's bare peds...and now it was clear, they were very dead. Ever the pragmatist, however, Solomon saw the opportunity to collect Yancy's stipend still. While it was regrettable his boyfriend was now a corpse, the memories he could make here may well be enough to convince the clergy of Shelyn with some...creative interpretation of what might go on in this room.

Hopping into the room happily, Solomon toys with Yancy's stiff, dead toes, relishing the familiar odor of Yancy's workaday feet as he bends the big digit with a smirk upon his face. Uncovering his boyfriend's face by pulling back the sheet, Solomon is struck by the blank, half-lidded eyes of Yancy Jones, his mouth hanging agape and a generous bit of drool trailing down his cheek. His mind's eye drank in every detail of his dead lover's visage before cradling his head in a half-genuine half-affected caress of affection, running his fingers through Yancy's straw hair. And finally, an idle, but eager hand searches Yancy's groin and gives the boy a playful grope, his fingers tangling in Yancy's pubic hair.

The act certainly appeared loving, if a bit lustful, but Solomon wanted no doubt in the clerics' minds of his attachment to the now dead Yancy Jones. And so, with a heave, Solomon hefted the now ice-cold corpse of his boyfriend over his shoulder, feeling Yancy's manhood flop against his back. The feeling delighted Solomon momentarily before at least he clapped Yancy's cool, dead bum, squishing his face into Yancy's generous cheeks before setting off down the tower. Tonight, there would be a heist for the corpse of Yancy Jones.

A beautiful alternate universe take by Amy Kawata! As usual, it is lovely and a testament to her skill! Solomon as a rogue, Yancy as a wizard in the Golarion setting!