has anyone ever wondered why Simon got so offended over Baz trying to feed him to the chimera, or when he pushed him down the stairs, but like he only mentions that Baz tried to steal his voice -’the worst thing you can do to a magician’- once or twice.
and i was just thinking why? Simon knew that he and Baz were enemies, that’s what enemies did: they fight, they try to kill each other. why should he care about a few pitiful attempts at murder? why should he care that Baz pushed him down the stairs or fed him to a chimera?
then i really thought about it and honestly my English teacher better be proud of me after this interpretation, i mean it is far fetched af but…
i think that Simon expected Baz to fight with him using his magic, they’re magicians after all, maybe it seemed fair, or he thought that that was just the way things were, but then Baz started being physical -get your heads out of the gutter i didn’t mean it like that.
Baz started to abuse Simon without using magic, he shoved him down the stairs. it started to become personal, it stopped being about two arch enemies fighting and started being just cruel. i don’t think Simon expected that when he came to Watford; he wasn’t prepared for it, how could he join the game when he didn’t even know what Baz was playing?
and maybe it was just too real. magic was Simon’s secret life, it was the thing he always came back to -it was his everything- so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind so much when Baz used spells to hurt him, because it was magic, but when he started just abusing him it could have reminded him of his other life.
his other life, with lonely care homes and hatred and not even letting himself thinking of his secret life because it would hurt too much. and maybe, just maybe, Simon had been abused in those places too, maybe he’d been shoved down stairs before, maybe he had been pushed and shoved and hit and abused. and maybe he went to Watford with the hope of getting away from that, maybe he had just dealt with Baz’s teasing and hatred and jealousy and all of that because it was better than his other life, wasn’t it?
“He’s still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked.
“I’m not the Chosen One,” he says.
I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist.
“I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”
Snow doesn’t flinch or soften. For a moment, I think he’s going to take a swing at me - or bash his rock-hard head against mine.
Instead he shoves his face into mine and kisses me. It’s still a challenge.“
what?” Barry asked, still holding the couch pillow like a weapon, he’d
grabbed it in his haste as he scrambled off the couch and away from both Len
and Mick, staring at them in disbelief, and just the tiniest bit of fear.
answered once again, voice soft, calm and soothing. He held his hands up to for
Barry to see, though he had leaned forward in his seat just a little. “It’s,
it’s a sort of witch, I guess would be that absolute simplest term to use to
“His face gets all freaky,”
Mick cut in as he eyed Barry from his spot behind Len, he too kept his voice
soft, attempting to keep Barry from freaking out further.
(They’d known when they’d
finally agreed to share with Barry the last hidden parts of themselves, that
there’d be a good chance the younger man wouldn’t react the way they were
hoping he would.)
“I, I,” Barry seemed to be
at an utter loss of words, his eyes dancing between his partners, trying to
keep both in his sights.
“And I’m a Dämonfeuer,” Mick
piped up when it looked like Barry wouldn’t vocalize his thoughts, “Dragon,” he
added with a half smirk, barely lifting his shoulders in a small shrug.
“Wait,” Barry blinked
rapidly, straightening up as he pulled the pillow firmly to his chest. “Does
that mean you can breathe fire?” He tilted his head in thought as he locked
eyes with Mick. At the man’s nod, Barry’s face scrunched up further in
confusion. “Then why bother with the heat gun, if you don’t even really need to
Mick couldn’t help but snort
at the younger man’s question, “Why don’t we sit down and Lenny and I can ‘splain
it all to you, okay?” Mick nodded towards the arm chair, while he pushed off
the wall and walked around the couch, dropping down right next to Len.
They watched as Barry
thought it over for a few moments before slowly walking over and slowly lowered
himself into the arm chair. “Okay,” he bit at his bottom lip for a moment
before giving them a firm nod to start talking.