Five drabbles
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maderrWill add them here as I finish them. And they are largely unbeta'ed, since they're taking longer than I'd anticipated. But, now I've eaten, they should go faster ^^
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sixpence1323
If you seek a boon of the Basilisk, look to the snakes
The temple was old, as he supposed they all must be. Carved into the side of one of the many foothills surrounding his small village, a creation of dark, broken stone and images too damaged to properly see.
Look to the snakes, the old adage said. He didn't know what that meant, exactly, except that he had looked to them. He'd looked and looked for them, silently begging and praying for them to tell him, show him, what to do. Then, just when he had begun to despair, they had come.
The first one, with dark, rich red scales, led him to the village chief's rosebush. The Chief was extremely proud of that rosebush, it's roses as beautiful--and exact, he'd realized--in color as the strange snake. It had curled up then, beneath the rosebush, and seemed to watch Benito with an expression of well? on it's smooth, scaly face.
So, he had acted. He had not the money to buy a rose, and it seemed wrong to steal one when he wanted to ask a god for help. Though he hated talking to the village people, especially as someon as large and loud as the Chief, up the house he had gone and asked for a rose.
He'd been turned away, shoved back down the path - sent away like he always was, it seemed, because his mother was 'dirty' and other words he didn't understand, even though he knew the same people who hated her came to see her when it got dark, and he was sent to the field to sleep with their one little goat.
Crying, he'd snuck back aroung to the rosebush to apologize to the snake--only it was gone, so it must already know he had failed, and how was he ever going to fix things if he could not even get a rose?
Then a hand had fallen on his shoulder, making him jump, start to run, but the hand belonged to the old woman who tended house for the Chief. With her other hand, she reached out and took a rose from the bush, and held it out to him. "Here you go. Is it for your mother, Benito?"
Benito sniffled, then wiped the tears away and nodded. "The snake told me to get it. But the Chief said no."
The old woman gave a snort. "He does not count the roses, and he never looks at this bush save when he's showing it off. I tend it, and keep it healthy, and so I have the righ to give away its flowers. You take it, if it was a snake that told you to do so. Now run along."
"Yes, ma'am," Benito whispered, and smiled briefly, then turned and bolted off.
He saw the second snake halfway home, all the colors of stone and dirt, like each scale was chiped from stone or pulled from the earth. It was massive, as thick as his leg he was sure, twice as long as he was tall definitely, as it uncoiled and slithered toward him. It brushed against his leg, so strange a feeling, then turned to vanish into the forest. At the edge of the trees, it waited for him. Rose in hand, Benito had followed. That snake vanished as the sun was going down, but by then Benito had found an old foot path and he followed it easily even with just moonlight. He was used to walking around in the moonlight.
When at last the path stopped, he found himself out in the open, the moon and stars a shining white overhead. Tired, wanting only to find a place to curl up and sleep, he pushed on--and then he saw the temple.
On the steps, glowing like the moon, a white snake.
Benito approached it cautiously, but it only uncoiled and then slithered its sinuous way up the steps. He followed it, until he found himself in a chamber lit by white flames, and the snake curled up on a table made of some sort of black stone. It's tongue flicked out, briefly. Climbing up the few short steps to the table, Benito hesitated a moment, then on some impulse laid the red rose atop the white coils.
Nothing hapened at first--but then the flames all flickered, and nearly seemed to go out.
Then something made Benito whip around--and jump back, crashing awkwardly against the table, and he let out a yelp as the white snake suddenly wrapped loosely around his throat.
"Calm down."
Benito went still, gulping as his fingers hovered over the snake, staring the floor as old words echoed over and over in his head--Never look up the Basilisk, for his gaze is death
"What is so little a boy doing here, begging a god for help? Where is your mother? I see..." He said, before Benito could reply. "She is sick, but not naturally."
Benito could only shake his head, unable to speak even though he wanted to explain how he thought one of the men had made his mother sick and on purpose, and how no one would help her just because she wasn't like them. "Don't take mama!" he finally said, the words tumbling out in a panicked, half-angry shout. He looked up unthinkingly--and froze again, to see the expression on the god's face. Was it a god? Would a god bother to come see one such as him? Or would a god send someone else?"
The man, so white and pretty, just like the snake still wrapped around Benito, looked at him like mama did. Like...like he wasn't dirty and wearing smelly clothes and his hair was knotty and his face ugly. Like he was special. Benito started crying again. "I don't want mama to die."
"Everyone dies Beni," the man said gently, and knelt down in front of him, taking Benito's hands. Only then did Benito realize he was covered in snakes--of all colors, twining around him like the white one around Benito's own throat.
"But it's not fair. They made her sick," he said, crying harder. "She shouldn't die because they made her sick."
The man smiled, and squeezed his hands. "That is true, she should not die because someone else poisoned her. Made her sick," he corrected, at Benito's look of confusion at the word. "As long as you understand that she must someday die, then I will tell you that she is not meant to die today."
"Mama says, only the Basilisk is allowed to decide who lives and dies."
"Something like that," the man said with a smile. He rose up, briefly, and returned with the rose. "You must be a brave young man, to come to me. Can you be brave a little longer, Benito?"
"Yes," Benito said. "If it will save mama."
The man nodded. "Take the rose, and that snake, return to the village. The man from whose bush you took the rose is in the square. Walk up to him, with both of these, all right? Then look him in the face, and say, 'we have the same eyes, and you poisoned mama.' Can you do that?"
Benito frowned. "We have the same eyes, and you poisoned mama."
"Yes, perfect," the man said, then stood up, snakes moving and writhing all over him. "Then simply obey the man who helps you. Can you do that?"
"I can," Benito said.
"Then I bid you farewell, Benito. Take care of that snake, for it loves you."
As soon as he had finished speaking, the man was gone.
Benito touched the white snake, feeling an urge to smile as it brushed against his cheek. Then, holding carefully to it and the rose, he left the temple.
Embrace: Gilles and Stregoni!! forfalconer007
It was the lack of warm body and the distant sound of feminine giggling that drew Stregoni from the warmth of his bed. Yawning, wondering sleepily where Gilles had gone while leaving him to sleep, he cleaned up and pulled on fresh clothes, throwing his hair up in a ribbon to avoid dealing with it.
The giggling grew louder as he wandered down the hall, and he realized it was coming from the shop. Stepping through the back door, he sought out the source—and promptly found himself in a foul mood. Not less than four women were all but clinging to Gilles, fluttering and giggling and cooing and flouncing.
Even in the midst of a jealous fit that was not his usual thing, Stregoni was struck breathless by Gilles' beauty. His smile. That Gilles was his, that Gilles loved him. His hair was still loose, spilling down around his shoulders, odd for Gilles in the light of day, outside the mansion. But, perhaps he'd not been able to find his ribbon—they'd had more important thing on their mind last night, after retiring late Stregoni's house, rather than go all the way back to the mansion.
Last night…
His body went tight and hot, recalling the previous night. Many previous nights. Gilles was definitely his, against all odds and reason…
So why in the hells was he being clung to by a bunch of simpering twits who should have purchased their damned tonics and drops from his mother and gone on their merry way. Though if the one in pink—or blue, or yellow, or green, for that matter—put her hand on Gilles one more time and Gilles allowed it again, he was going to make their drops and tonics personally. Very personally. Couldn't he quietly enjoy Gilles for a time before having to deal with interlopers?
He didn't want to face the fear of losing him, not yet. It could wait a bit longer, couldn't it?
As though sensing him, Gilles looked up, and his eyes went immediately from amused to hot. "Good morning, doctor."
The girls all immediately whipped around, and Stregoni suddenly found himself attacked by ruffles and lace and reticules. "Good morning, Doctor," said the girl in blue, sounding a trifle breathless. "Your—that is, Lord Gilles was just telling us so many stories about you. You're quite dashing."
Stregoni immediately went red. "Now, I am hardly—"
"It must be quite exciting, being a doctor," said the girl in pink. "We never knew."
"Really, it's not—"
Gilles began coughing, and Stregoni shot him a brief, suspicious look. He looked back at the girls when Gilles only smirked at him, and fought his way through their tangle of chatter. "Ladies, ladies, have you got what you came for? I am certain your parents must be wondering where you've gone."
"Oh, it's just the apothecary," they said, sharing looks and giggles. "Mama does not fret when we come to see you." Still, they did slowly finally go.
Stregoni rounded on Gilles. "What was that all about? And wipe the bloody smirk from your face, you—" The words were cut off as Gilles, still smirking, pushed him against the wall.
"Your mother asked me to watch the shop while she ran to deliver something to the baker," Gilles said against his throat, breath warm, words low, making Stregoni shiver despite himself. "Those silly girls were all a tizzy to see me behind the counter. They wanted to know my business here, and where was the pretty doctor? So naturally I had to tell them he was mine, and in bed." He drew back, smirk still firmly in place. "Then, of course, they wanted to know all about you."
Stregoni glared at him. "So, what? You talked about me? What the bloody hell was there to say? What sort of exaggerations—mph—" He bit Gilles lip hard, but otherwise did not protest the devouring kiss, absently thinking it was probably bad for business that he had brought Gilles home, but so very good for him.
"I don't exaggerate," Gilles said when they eventually broke apart.
"You have no business telling anyone anything about me," Stregoni snapped, wondering just what he was going to be hearing all about the rest of the day, once the nosier villagers started showing up.
Gilles tossed his head, sending his hair cascading, and said in his haughtiest tone, "I’m allowed to speak of what belongs to me however I see fit."
"I am not your possession," Stregoni hissed, attempting to shove him away.
"Yes, you are," Gilles said. "Mine, and mine alone," and then he made certain Stregoni was given no chance to reply.
Kaeck and Bellamy! forskylark97
A/N: K & B are from The Admirer, which is on LT3. So this is technically, sort of spoilery?
"Mother! Stop smothering him! Right this instant! I said stop it! If he wanted to be that close to a set of—"
"Finish that sentence, sweetheart," his mother said in a too-cheerful voice that only boded ill, "and I'll remove your set that he probably like so much."
"Mother!" Bellamy hissed, even as Kaeck turned bright red in embarrassment. "Let go of him, you crazy old hag."
"Hmph," Bellamy's mother said, but her mouth was twitching with suppressed laughter as she finally stopped hugging Kaeck. "I'm glad you boys made it home in one piece, and more or less on time."
Bellamy kissed his mother cheek as she hugged him in turn. "Only because we took the back way, and avoided all the crazy people."
"Your relatives, dear?"
"Like I said, we avoided them, mom," Bellamy replied. "I don't suppose there's tea on? Where's father? Oh, why did you not write and warn me that Jaethe had painted his house that atrocious color? Honestly, what was he thinking of drinking and why did you let him do it?"
"He didn't do it, dear, they did it while he was out. It only happened yesterday or I would have written to you. Sit, sit, your father will be home in a bit and with half the village in tow I should think. I'll get tea and food."
Bellamy let out a sigh of relief as they were briefly left alone. He was happy to be home, and could not wait to show off Kaeck—but in a matter of minutes, the bookshop would be packed and he would be lucky if he so much as saw Kaeck again before they had to return to school.
He wandered idly over to the section of grimoires that took up most of the wall at the front of the shop. "So what do you think, so far?" he asked. "I warned you about mother, and if I know her she's already made enough food to feed an entire nation or six, and at least half the village is already on their way here and the other half will come along just for something to do. I hope you're up for a lot more than being smothered by my mom's breasts, because my aunts are twice as raunchy, and I've a couple of uncles and three cousins you should probably avoid altogether but I'll have a word with them before they even think of trying—"
Kaeck cut him off with a kiss, and Bellamy made a startled, happy noise before returning it gladly. He was going to get made fun of a lot for the way he and Kaeck had gotten together, because he just knew his mother had told everyone, but damn it—he would take it because they were together, and bonded, and Kaeck had come home with him.
"I'm glad you're here," he said when they finally broke apart.
"I think you're more nervous than me," Kaeck replied. "I like your mother. You have her smile."
Bellamy smiled, and bent to kiss him again, leaning against the bookshelves and pulling Kaeck close. Was there anything better than being home with his bonded in his arms?
"My oh my, what a sight. If I could see that every day, I'd come into this musty place more often."
Breaking the kiss, Bellamy looked up and glared at the three men standing in the doorway, leering openly. "Kaeck, these are the three you need to stay away from. Nothing but trouble and hands they can't keep to themselves."
The three men just laughed and pushed further into the store, coming up to clap Bellamy on the back, shake Kaeck's hand—and try to grab his ass, and Bellamy was putting a stop to that right now—
And then the bells chimed again, and more voices were calling out, and his mother was back with the tea and entirely too much food, honestly, and his father was helping and there were his aunts and uncles—
Bellamy grinned, and looked at Kaeck, who seemed overwhelmed but happy, and then went to help his mother and aunts with the food, slowly wading through chatty relatives, occasionally looking back to see Kaeck smiling and flushing as he was made part of the family.
Will likely finish the other two drabbles tonight, after I am done moving what I can. So they'll be late, but I will do them.
Culebra, Culebra, snakes and Culebra! for
sixpence1323If you seek a boon of the Basilisk, look to the snakes
The temple was old, as he supposed they all must be. Carved into the side of one of the many foothills surrounding his small village, a creation of dark, broken stone and images too damaged to properly see.
Look to the snakes, the old adage said. He didn't know what that meant, exactly, except that he had looked to them. He'd looked and looked for them, silently begging and praying for them to tell him, show him, what to do. Then, just when he had begun to despair, they had come.
The first one, with dark, rich red scales, led him to the village chief's rosebush. The Chief was extremely proud of that rosebush, it's roses as beautiful--and exact, he'd realized--in color as the strange snake. It had curled up then, beneath the rosebush, and seemed to watch Benito with an expression of well? on it's smooth, scaly face.
So, he had acted. He had not the money to buy a rose, and it seemed wrong to steal one when he wanted to ask a god for help. Though he hated talking to the village people, especially as someon as large and loud as the Chief, up the house he had gone and asked for a rose.
He'd been turned away, shoved back down the path - sent away like he always was, it seemed, because his mother was 'dirty' and other words he didn't understand, even though he knew the same people who hated her came to see her when it got dark, and he was sent to the field to sleep with their one little goat.
Crying, he'd snuck back aroung to the rosebush to apologize to the snake--only it was gone, so it must already know he had failed, and how was he ever going to fix things if he could not even get a rose?
Then a hand had fallen on his shoulder, making him jump, start to run, but the hand belonged to the old woman who tended house for the Chief. With her other hand, she reached out and took a rose from the bush, and held it out to him. "Here you go. Is it for your mother, Benito?"
Benito sniffled, then wiped the tears away and nodded. "The snake told me to get it. But the Chief said no."
The old woman gave a snort. "He does not count the roses, and he never looks at this bush save when he's showing it off. I tend it, and keep it healthy, and so I have the righ to give away its flowers. You take it, if it was a snake that told you to do so. Now run along."
"Yes, ma'am," Benito whispered, and smiled briefly, then turned and bolted off.
He saw the second snake halfway home, all the colors of stone and dirt, like each scale was chiped from stone or pulled from the earth. It was massive, as thick as his leg he was sure, twice as long as he was tall definitely, as it uncoiled and slithered toward him. It brushed against his leg, so strange a feeling, then turned to vanish into the forest. At the edge of the trees, it waited for him. Rose in hand, Benito had followed. That snake vanished as the sun was going down, but by then Benito had found an old foot path and he followed it easily even with just moonlight. He was used to walking around in the moonlight.
When at last the path stopped, he found himself out in the open, the moon and stars a shining white overhead. Tired, wanting only to find a place to curl up and sleep, he pushed on--and then he saw the temple.
On the steps, glowing like the moon, a white snake.
Benito approached it cautiously, but it only uncoiled and then slithered its sinuous way up the steps. He followed it, until he found himself in a chamber lit by white flames, and the snake curled up on a table made of some sort of black stone. It's tongue flicked out, briefly. Climbing up the few short steps to the table, Benito hesitated a moment, then on some impulse laid the red rose atop the white coils.
Nothing hapened at first--but then the flames all flickered, and nearly seemed to go out.
Then something made Benito whip around--and jump back, crashing awkwardly against the table, and he let out a yelp as the white snake suddenly wrapped loosely around his throat.
"Calm down."
Benito went still, gulping as his fingers hovered over the snake, staring the floor as old words echoed over and over in his head--Never look up the Basilisk, for his gaze is death
"What is so little a boy doing here, begging a god for help? Where is your mother? I see..." He said, before Benito could reply. "She is sick, but not naturally."
Benito could only shake his head, unable to speak even though he wanted to explain how he thought one of the men had made his mother sick and on purpose, and how no one would help her just because she wasn't like them. "Don't take mama!" he finally said, the words tumbling out in a panicked, half-angry shout. He looked up unthinkingly--and froze again, to see the expression on the god's face. Was it a god? Would a god bother to come see one such as him? Or would a god send someone else?"
The man, so white and pretty, just like the snake still wrapped around Benito, looked at him like mama did. Like...like he wasn't dirty and wearing smelly clothes and his hair was knotty and his face ugly. Like he was special. Benito started crying again. "I don't want mama to die."
"Everyone dies Beni," the man said gently, and knelt down in front of him, taking Benito's hands. Only then did Benito realize he was covered in snakes--of all colors, twining around him like the white one around Benito's own throat.
"But it's not fair. They made her sick," he said, crying harder. "She shouldn't die because they made her sick."
The man smiled, and squeezed his hands. "That is true, she should not die because someone else poisoned her. Made her sick," he corrected, at Benito's look of confusion at the word. "As long as you understand that she must someday die, then I will tell you that she is not meant to die today."
"Mama says, only the Basilisk is allowed to decide who lives and dies."
"Something like that," the man said with a smile. He rose up, briefly, and returned with the rose. "You must be a brave young man, to come to me. Can you be brave a little longer, Benito?"
"Yes," Benito said. "If it will save mama."
The man nodded. "Take the rose, and that snake, return to the village. The man from whose bush you took the rose is in the square. Walk up to him, with both of these, all right? Then look him in the face, and say, 'we have the same eyes, and you poisoned mama.' Can you do that?"
Benito frowned. "We have the same eyes, and you poisoned mama."
"Yes, perfect," the man said, then stood up, snakes moving and writhing all over him. "Then simply obey the man who helps you. Can you do that?"
"I can," Benito said.
"Then I bid you farewell, Benito. Take care of that snake, for it loves you."
As soon as he had finished speaking, the man was gone.
Benito touched the white snake, feeling an urge to smile as it brushed against his cheek. Then, holding carefully to it and the rose, he left the temple.
Embrace: Gilles and Stregoni!! for
falconer007It was the lack of warm body and the distant sound of feminine giggling that drew Stregoni from the warmth of his bed. Yawning, wondering sleepily where Gilles had gone while leaving him to sleep, he cleaned up and pulled on fresh clothes, throwing his hair up in a ribbon to avoid dealing with it.
The giggling grew louder as he wandered down the hall, and he realized it was coming from the shop. Stepping through the back door, he sought out the source—and promptly found himself in a foul mood. Not less than four women were all but clinging to Gilles, fluttering and giggling and cooing and flouncing.
Even in the midst of a jealous fit that was not his usual thing, Stregoni was struck breathless by Gilles' beauty. His smile. That Gilles was his, that Gilles loved him. His hair was still loose, spilling down around his shoulders, odd for Gilles in the light of day, outside the mansion. But, perhaps he'd not been able to find his ribbon—they'd had more important thing on their mind last night, after retiring late Stregoni's house, rather than go all the way back to the mansion.
Last night…
His body went tight and hot, recalling the previous night. Many previous nights. Gilles was definitely his, against all odds and reason…
So why in the hells was he being clung to by a bunch of simpering twits who should have purchased their damned tonics and drops from his mother and gone on their merry way. Though if the one in pink—or blue, or yellow, or green, for that matter—put her hand on Gilles one more time and Gilles allowed it again, he was going to make their drops and tonics personally. Very personally. Couldn't he quietly enjoy Gilles for a time before having to deal with interlopers?
He didn't want to face the fear of losing him, not yet. It could wait a bit longer, couldn't it?
As though sensing him, Gilles looked up, and his eyes went immediately from amused to hot. "Good morning, doctor."
The girls all immediately whipped around, and Stregoni suddenly found himself attacked by ruffles and lace and reticules. "Good morning, Doctor," said the girl in blue, sounding a trifle breathless. "Your—that is, Lord Gilles was just telling us so many stories about you. You're quite dashing."
Stregoni immediately went red. "Now, I am hardly—"
"It must be quite exciting, being a doctor," said the girl in pink. "We never knew."
"Really, it's not—"
Gilles began coughing, and Stregoni shot him a brief, suspicious look. He looked back at the girls when Gilles only smirked at him, and fought his way through their tangle of chatter. "Ladies, ladies, have you got what you came for? I am certain your parents must be wondering where you've gone."
"Oh, it's just the apothecary," they said, sharing looks and giggles. "Mama does not fret when we come to see you." Still, they did slowly finally go.
Stregoni rounded on Gilles. "What was that all about? And wipe the bloody smirk from your face, you—" The words were cut off as Gilles, still smirking, pushed him against the wall.
"Your mother asked me to watch the shop while she ran to deliver something to the baker," Gilles said against his throat, breath warm, words low, making Stregoni shiver despite himself. "Those silly girls were all a tizzy to see me behind the counter. They wanted to know my business here, and where was the pretty doctor? So naturally I had to tell them he was mine, and in bed." He drew back, smirk still firmly in place. "Then, of course, they wanted to know all about you."
Stregoni glared at him. "So, what? You talked about me? What the bloody hell was there to say? What sort of exaggerations—mph—" He bit Gilles lip hard, but otherwise did not protest the devouring kiss, absently thinking it was probably bad for business that he had brought Gilles home, but so very good for him.
"I don't exaggerate," Gilles said when they eventually broke apart.
"You have no business telling anyone anything about me," Stregoni snapped, wondering just what he was going to be hearing all about the rest of the day, once the nosier villagers started showing up.
Gilles tossed his head, sending his hair cascading, and said in his haughtiest tone, "I’m allowed to speak of what belongs to me however I see fit."
"I am not your possession," Stregoni hissed, attempting to shove him away.
"Yes, you are," Gilles said. "Mine, and mine alone," and then he made certain Stregoni was given no chance to reply.
Kaeck and Bellamy! for
skylark97A/N: K & B are from The Admirer, which is on LT3. So this is technically, sort of spoilery?
"Mother! Stop smothering him! Right this instant! I said stop it! If he wanted to be that close to a set of—"
"Finish that sentence, sweetheart," his mother said in a too-cheerful voice that only boded ill, "and I'll remove your set that he probably like so much."
"Mother!" Bellamy hissed, even as Kaeck turned bright red in embarrassment. "Let go of him, you crazy old hag."
"Hmph," Bellamy's mother said, but her mouth was twitching with suppressed laughter as she finally stopped hugging Kaeck. "I'm glad you boys made it home in one piece, and more or less on time."
Bellamy kissed his mother cheek as she hugged him in turn. "Only because we took the back way, and avoided all the crazy people."
"Your relatives, dear?"
"Like I said, we avoided them, mom," Bellamy replied. "I don't suppose there's tea on? Where's father? Oh, why did you not write and warn me that Jaethe had painted his house that atrocious color? Honestly, what was he thinking of drinking and why did you let him do it?"
"He didn't do it, dear, they did it while he was out. It only happened yesterday or I would have written to you. Sit, sit, your father will be home in a bit and with half the village in tow I should think. I'll get tea and food."
Bellamy let out a sigh of relief as they were briefly left alone. He was happy to be home, and could not wait to show off Kaeck—but in a matter of minutes, the bookshop would be packed and he would be lucky if he so much as saw Kaeck again before they had to return to school.
He wandered idly over to the section of grimoires that took up most of the wall at the front of the shop. "So what do you think, so far?" he asked. "I warned you about mother, and if I know her she's already made enough food to feed an entire nation or six, and at least half the village is already on their way here and the other half will come along just for something to do. I hope you're up for a lot more than being smothered by my mom's breasts, because my aunts are twice as raunchy, and I've a couple of uncles and three cousins you should probably avoid altogether but I'll have a word with them before they even think of trying—"
Kaeck cut him off with a kiss, and Bellamy made a startled, happy noise before returning it gladly. He was going to get made fun of a lot for the way he and Kaeck had gotten together, because he just knew his mother had told everyone, but damn it—he would take it because they were together, and bonded, and Kaeck had come home with him.
"I'm glad you're here," he said when they finally broke apart.
"I think you're more nervous than me," Kaeck replied. "I like your mother. You have her smile."
Bellamy smiled, and bent to kiss him again, leaning against the bookshelves and pulling Kaeck close. Was there anything better than being home with his bonded in his arms?
"My oh my, what a sight. If I could see that every day, I'd come into this musty place more often."
Breaking the kiss, Bellamy looked up and glared at the three men standing in the doorway, leering openly. "Kaeck, these are the three you need to stay away from. Nothing but trouble and hands they can't keep to themselves."
The three men just laughed and pushed further into the store, coming up to clap Bellamy on the back, shake Kaeck's hand—and try to grab his ass, and Bellamy was putting a stop to that right now—
And then the bells chimed again, and more voices were calling out, and his mother was back with the tea and entirely too much food, honestly, and his father was helping and there were his aunts and uncles—
Bellamy grinned, and looked at Kaeck, who seemed overwhelmed but happy, and then went to help his mother and aunts with the food, slowly wading through chatty relatives, occasionally looking back to see Kaeck smiling and flushing as he was made part of the family.
Will likely finish the other two drabbles tonight, after I am done moving what I can. So they'll be late, but I will do them.
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:16 am (UTC)Benito touched the white snake, feeling an urge to smile as it brushed against his cheek. Then, holding carefully to it and the rose, he left the temple
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:27 am (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:38 am (UTC)No, that's the end of the drabble.
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Date: 2009-04-29 02:18 am (UTC)I dunno. If I ever have time, I'll poke at it more.
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Date: 2009-04-29 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 01:29 am (UTC)<333
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:33 am (UTC)Reading my 'Culebra, Culebra, snakes and Culebra!' I can sense how slightly idiotic I sounded. *heh* No shame here, though, cause I got some Culebra, ye~ah!
*swoons* I love snakes and Culebra. This is a perfect ending to my day!
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 02:02 am (UTC)I love this piece, especially the way it is structured to communicate so much so sparingly, and also the way that the descriptions, especially of the temple, communicate such a sense of place. It makes me want to think in hushed voices while he's in there. XD
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Date: 2009-04-29 03:16 am (UTC)What she said, only she said it better than I would have.
Also, have we met Benito before? His name sounds familiar.
As for the second one - also lovely. Poor Stregoni doesn't seem to like the idea of having fangirls though (I wonder if any lingered to watch through the window). :P
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Date: 2009-04-29 03:20 am (UTC)The one with Gilles and Stregoni? That was just giggles, great thing to read after homework!
Loved both of the drabbles! ^___^
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Date: 2009-04-29 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 05:23 am (UTC)*snicker* Gilles and Stregoni are really really fun.
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Date: 2009-04-29 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 06:20 am (UTC)...8D Yay, Gilles and Stregoni luff. <3
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Date: 2009-04-29 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-29 01:20 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see what the other two drabbles are going to be.
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Date: 2009-04-29 03:50 pm (UTC)*squeals happily*
Date: 2009-04-29 02:21 pm (UTC)Eieeee! Gilles and Stregoni! I love how jealous and possessive they are of each other. XD <333 And I can see why the little store would become such a popular place to be for so many young girls. ;3
Oh, Bellamy's family! XD *snicker giggles* I love his mother. XD And I love how easily they all take Kaeck in and accept him as part of the family.
*flying tackle glomps* I so <3 you. ^______________________^
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Date: 2009-04-29 02:43 pm (UTC)SO CUUUUUUTE.
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:26 pm (UTC)