#sunspell

“Good news, the tie is fine. Bad news, you had part of the knot folded in a weird way when you tucked it in, and that’s probably why it’s not feeling right.” Sunday fully untied the fabric and then redid it. “There, better?” 

“My hero.” Marvin joked, giving Sunday a playful pat on the chest. “Now, let’s get going before we’re late.” 

“Oh, no. Anything but that.” Sunday exaggerated his tone. “I’d hate to be late to something I don’t want to do.” 

“You say that like I want to go.” Marvin chuckled, casting a quick spell to summon a portal. “We just have to look friendly for an hour, and then we can go. This is just some ‘making face’ with connections I know nothing about. We just need someone to see us long enough to confirm we showed up, and then we can go home.” 

“If something memorable happens, we can leave earlier, right?” Sunday said as he put a foot into the portal.

“Duh.” Marvin clicked his tongue, following Sunday through the portal and stepping onto the sidewalk in front of a way-too-big home. There was no way someone actually lived in that thing every day. 

“I’m setting an hour timer.” Sunday joked. 

“Here’s hoping we leave before it goes off.” Marvin chuckled, looping his arm through Sunday’s and walking into the ‘meeting’ which was a fancy way of saying a bunch of random people in suits getting drunk and openly gossiping about anything and everything. 

Marvin and Sunday tried to stay together, so it’d be easier for them to leave when it was time, but at one point, Marvin did get caught up in a conversation with someone he swore he recognized yet couldn’t remember why. Sunday ended up getting pulled away by several others, and soon they were on opposite sides of the large lobby. Most of the other magic-users had gone upstairs, leaving mostly average humans on the first floor.

“Sometimes, with some spells, you really have to channel it into certain parts of your body,” Marvin explained to a couple of very curious non-magic users who knew of the magical world. “You really need to have an understanding of it in order to-” His words suddenly stopped when something hit the back of his head hard. Marvin’s vision blurred as his body shut down, and he fell over. 

The sounds of gasps and yelps caught Sunday’s attention. He tried to see what was happening, trying to be polite as he pushed through the crowd and eventually had a clear line of sight to the main source of the drama. 

Marvin was down. 

Marvin was hurt. 

Marvin. Was. Hurt. 

Several men were shoving others away, shouting orders to keep back and mind their business. Because knocking someone out in the middle of a party was such a private moment. Sunday saw that Marvin was still somewhat conscious, weakly kicking away the three men who were trying to grab him, but seemed too out of it to summon any magic. 

Sunday’s jaw tightened, and he waved a hand over his face, putting his bear mask on before using magic to make his jump much higher than he could naturally. Ignoring the protests, Sunday used the top of people to leap across the room, his magic pillowing the landings, but it still messed with hair and hats. When he got close enough, he launched himself further and higher and aimed to slam both feet into the chest of one of the men, hearing the air getting forced out of his lungs with the blow. Sunday looked over at the other two men and grabbed the one on the ground, heaved him over his head, and threw him at the men, knocking them over. He stood next to Marvin, his hands up, glowing and showing he was ready to keep going. 

“That’s enough, that’s enough.” A different man stepped over. “We’re leaving.” 

“You’re the one in charge?” Sunday asked, watching the man’s face. Seeing the flash of pride even in his silence. “Promise you’ll never go after Marvin again.” He stated as he walked toward the man.

“What-” The man stopped when Sunday was now directly in front of him, the difference in their height about a whole head’s worth, with Sunday having to look down. 

“Promise,” Sunday stated through gritted teeth.

“Alright, fine.” The man took a step back.

“Say it.”

“I promise we’ll never go after Marvin again.”

“Good.” Sunday suddenly grabbed the man by the shirt and then smacked his palm to his throat, getting him to start coughing. 

“What was that?” The man asked through a hoarse voice, touching his neck and seeing ink on his fingers. “What is this?”

“We’re magic-users, remember? Call what I just did to you…a curse. If you break your promise-” Sunday ran a finger across his own throat. 

“We’re leaving.” The man said before rushing out. The three men who had stayed on the ground quickly scrambled to their feet and followed their boss. 

“Dumbasses.” Sunday scoffed before going back to Marvin, crouching down, and then kneeling. “You okay?” 

“Assholes hit me on the back of my head when I was talking. Cheap shot.” Marvin grumbled. 

“The only way they’d be able to win a fight against you. They have to cheat.” Sunday chuckled, tucking his hands under Marvin’s head and starting to use some healing magic. The last thing they needed was a concussion. 

“That was really badass what you did,” Marvin commented with a smile. 

“I kind of like you. I’d like you to protect you sometimes.” Sunday grinned with a wink.

“My hero.” Marvin then chuckled. "How long do you think it'll take them to realize you can't actually cast that kind of spell?"

"Long enough for us to shut down whatever in the world they got going on." 

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