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maderr*is dead now* Gomes, I tried to write Mythos. Fucking hell, I don't even know what to write anymore. One of these days I'm going to actually manage to find you online.
Drabbles:
Az/Rab
Rabdos flexed his wings, unable even after the months that had passed to believe it was all real.
He had wings again.
Even more incredible, he had the one thing he'd thought more impossible to obtain than flight.
The acrid scent of cigarette smoke wafted toward him. "Those are bad for you, you know."
Azrael grinned, "Don't be silly. They don't affect me at all."
"Then why do you smoke them like it's impossible to stop?"
"Because I like smoking."
Rabdos snorted and plucked the cigarette from Az's mouth. "Can't you find something less vile to do? Surely there's something like more than smoking."
Azrael's grin widened and he hopped off the roof ledge he'd been standing on, so that he was level with Rabdos. They were nearly the same height, a hair's difference making Azrael the taller. He gripped Rabdos' shoulders and nibbled playfully at his lips. "If I kissed you as often as I smoke, we'd never get anything else done."
Rabdos sputtered in reply, face turning dark red.
Chuckling, Azrael leaned in to give him a proper kiss.
Rabdos clung to him, happier than he'd ever admit to be able to kiss Azrael beneath the starlight.
Ruthven/Aubrey
The pale white and yellow gladiolus seemed to drink in the moonlight as Ruthven twirled it in his fingers. He sate stretched out on Aubrey's bed, unable to sleep. Beside him Brey was fast asleep, breath deep and slow and steady.
Ruthven brushed his cheek with the petals of the gladiolus, then replaced the flower with his fingertips.
He was beautiful, whether he was asleep, lost to a book, attending his sister or even walking around in an angry cloud.
Ruthven leaned over him, tracing the path his fingers had followed with his lips, tongue flicking out to taste his skin, so sweet.
Brey, always so tense and wary awake, now leaned up into the touch, searching for more.
Ruthven's lips trailed back down his cheek, nibbling along his jaw and down to his throat. His fangs scored the skin there gently.
Aubrey murmured softly in his sleep, hand reaching up and tangling in the fabric of Ruthven's shirt.
Ruthven laughed softly and lay down alongside Brey, pulling the sleeping man gently into his arms. He looked at the Gladiolus still in his left hand.
Aubrey was his. It was only a matter of time before he realized it.
Kin(/Koori)
Kin lay wide awake, the prince still on his mind and lips. He stared up at his bed, the green fabric there black in the dim light of a single candle.
Around him the world had vanished, blocked out by the heavy curtains enclosing Kin's bed. Too many nights aboard ship, sleeping in cramped quarters with little to no light had made it impossible for him to sleep in an open bed.
He'd lit one candle, planning to read, but his attention would not focus. His hands ran up and down his bare chest, aching for the feel of another's flesh.
He was out of his mind. Kyo had made it more than obvious that he wasn't interested. Storms, I hate you only had so many meanings.
Except Kin remembered the way he'd all but melted in his arms, the he'd kissed him back...the way he'd been crying while the storms above them raged.
Kindan turned over and buried his head in his pillows. Tomorrow he would have it all out. He was tired of secrets. Tired of feeling angry and confused. Tired of waiting. Koori had belonged to him since their promise, and he would have him.
Kyo(/Kin)
Nankyo let the storm rage as he ran back toward Raiden's home, pace slowing to a walk as exhaustion began to get the better of him.
Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
Why had the bastard kissed him? If his death wasn't already spelled out, Nankyo had no doubts Kindan would be the death of him.
And where did a snippy, moody, manner less sailor learn to kiss like that? Nankyo was no expert, his experience limited to Taka and a sad sailor, but even he realized Kindan knew what he was about.
Nankyo looked out over the sea, thoughts in turmoil. As if life hadn't been hard enough, now he knew what he was losing. And not just in kisses. But if he dwelt on Kinni further than that, he'd probably do something incredibly stupid.
Like go back.
He reached Raiden's house, hands gripping the door handle like a lifeline. Minutes ticked by as he stood there, clinging, wanting to let go.
But if he was nothing else, he was stubborn. Nankyo went inside.
Katan/Dagger
"Here you are," Katan said with a shake of his head and a smile. "I might have known you were hiding again."
Dagger looked guiltily at the ground, shoulders hunched. "I don't care what you say - I will never grow used to it."
"Yes, you will." Katan slid an arm around Dagger's shoulders and drew him close. "Trust me. One day you'll take a look at a crowded ballroom, roll your eyes and say "another night of boredom" and go in search of the nearest glass of wine.
His words forced a small laugh from Dagger, who still stood rigidly, toying with the lace cuffs of his formal black jacket. "I'm sorry. I just really hate these fancy balls." He grimaced, "Especially these bride hunting parties."
Katan laughed. "I do admit it's annoying to see a surplus of women."
Dagger's shoulders sagged a bit.
"What's really wrong?" Katan asked suddenly, one hand going up to stroke Dagger's hair. "You're not usually this troubled by the parties."
"It's nothing," Dagger said.
Katan frowned. "You're not very convincing when--"
His words were cut off by a flash of white as a woman in a wide ball gown came barreling past them, rushing down the balcony stairs to the courtyard below. Dagger shoved Katan out of the way, fingers going for his sword before he realized there was no threat. "Sorry!" the woman called over her shoulder. "You haven't seen me!" She vanished around a wall.
"What in the world…?" Katan muttered.
Dagger relaxed his hold, just as a man came rushing out and all but knocked them over.
"My apologies. Katan, have you seen a girl in a white dress?"
Katan laughed and pointed. "She went that way."
"My thanks!"
Dagger sighed as the man vanished. Katan stroked his cheek, "You should relax."
"Impossible." He smiled, "You might get attacked by a dress if I'm not watchful."
Katan grinned back, "Did you notice she was missing a shoe? I wonder what he did to make her bolt like that." He shook his head, laughing. "Praise the Saints I'll never have to deal with something like that."
"Won't you though?" Dagger asked tightly. "You have to pick a bride eventually."
"Ah," Katan said. "Now I see why you're so upset." He ducked his head and kissed Dagger until the shorter man was breathless. "And the answer is no. I have you; I will never have need of a bride. If my father tries to arrange something so absurd, he will be the one entertaining the deluge of women he invites."
Don/Charlie
"You're going to be the death of me," Don said from where he leaned against the doorframe. Charlie was sitting at couch, pen in his mouth as he read over his students' homework.
Charlie gave him one those cocky-shy grins that drove Don crazy trying to figure out how he did it. "Isn't that my line?"
Don pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the room, standing over Charlie. "No. You get yourself in trouble, pulling stunts like that. What's going to happen is that you'll get hurt and dad will come and kill me."
"Relax," Charlie stood, forcing Don to take a step back. He stepped closer to his older brother, mischief in his eyes.
"Charlie…"
"Relax," Charlie repeated. He stretched up and gave Don a quick, hard kiss. "You won't let anything happen to me. And I'll be more careful."
Don shook his head as Charlie stepped past him to go into the kitchen. "Why did you do that?" Affection wasn't really Charlie's thing, and certainly not something like a kiss. Especially a kiss like that. That was more…Don wasn't sure.
Charlie gave him that grin again. "I wanted to see what you'd do."
Don opened his mouth to ask 'What the hell?' but thought better of it. Most of the time it seemed like Don was several steps ahead of Charlie. His brother was perpetually oblivious, so lost to his numbers that today he'd nearly gotten himself killed.
It was easy to forget that Charlie was the genius, the one miles ahead of the rest of them. That what most of them saw as impossible, Charlie saw merely as a momentary challenge.
Shaking his head, Don retrieved his keys to head back to his apartment. He'd planned on staying, still edgy over recent events. But Charlie was up to something, had figured something out…and Don wasn't sure he was ready to learn what that something was.
Hermes/Charon
"This is a bad idea," Charon said in his gravely voice.
"Nonsense," Hermes replied. He buried his fingers in Charon's deep cloak and dragged the ferryman close. "You need to get off that stuffy boat from time to time." He pushed the hood down, smoothing Charon's perpetually mussed hair with his hands before tilting his head up for Hermes to kiss him. "Did you have trouble getting here?"
Charon didn't budge as Hermes kissed him. "No. Except for the spectacle I made of myself. Honestly, everyone thinks that I'm a dirty old man who's bewitched you - or that you've gone mad."
"I have gone mad," Hermes said with a grin. He pulled off Charon's cloak and pulled the ferryman back into his arms. "The type of madness that only Aphrodite can inspire."
"You're being absurd, Trickster." Charon said and rolled his eyes. But when Hermes bent to kiss him again, he returned it - and it was he who eventually shoved Hermes down onto the bed.
Paul/Owen
"How on earth did you afford this, Owen?"
Owen grinned, "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies…"
"I'm asking you a question."
Sighing tolerantly, Owen tousled Paul's hair "My mom is good friends with a travel agent. You've met, I think. Bridget?"
Paul frowned in thought. He snapped his fingers. "Oh, yeah! At the New Year's party."
"That's her. Anyway, I got an awesome deal through her. And mom said that if I pay half - which I have - then she would pay the other half."
Paul frowned, this time angry. "And what about me? What am I paying?"
Owen grinned slyly and leaned over in his desk to whisper in Paul's ear.
Turning beet red, the brightly colored brochures falling from his hands to the desk and floor, Paul shot Owen a glare. "I told you not to say that kind of thing in class!"
"Class hasn't started yet," Owen said unrepentantly. "Plus, you and your sister did a lot for my mom and me over Christmas break. She's wanted to repay you for ages. It was actually all her idea."
"There's nothing to repay," Paul muttered. "You kept our sanity, trust me."
"So does this mean you don't want to go on the cruise?" Owen asked unhappily.
Paul sighed. "Of course not. I just don't want you and your mom paying for all of it."
"You can help out with the plane tickets or something." Owen leered, "And my suggestions are still viable."
"Not if you suggest them while we're at school again." Paul glared, cheeks still scarlet.
Owen grinned and sat back in his seat. "My lips are sealed."
Frank/Joe
"Damn it!" Joe slammed his fist into the brick wall of the alley way. "He got away!"
Frank came up beside his brother, panting softly. "It's all right."
"No, it's not!" Joe snarled. "We've been tracking him for days. He was our only lead. And because we got distracted in the bar he slipped through our fingers and now he's onto us and we just lost our one chance--"
Frank pushed Joe back against the wall, finger going to his lips. "Quiet."
"I don't want to be quiet," Joe snapped, shoving Frank's hand away. "Stop playing so damn cool - you know we messed up. We messed up big time. And now we have to go back and tell dad--"
His only thought had been to calm Joe down. They were both tired, angry, frustrated and feeling horribly guilty. But their dad was always the first to say that mistakes happened, and all it meant was that you had to try harder the next time. More than once he'd come home, berating himself to his wife while he thought his sons weren't around.
Always their mother had kissed him, holding her husband until he calmed down.
That's all Frank had meant to do, calm Joe down and soothe him until he felt a bit better. It didn't occur to him until too late that the way his mother kissed his dad wasn't at all the way brothers should kiss.
But it didn't feel wrong.
He started to pull away, panicked.
Then Joe's arms came up and locked around his neck, keeping Frank firmly in place, and Joe started kissing him back like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do.
Maybe it was.
Trey/Dunstan
"The roses seem to be recovering, at long last." Trey remarked from where he stood at the garden's threshold.
Dunstan looked up, smiling. Lingering a moment over the yellow rose bush he'd been attending, he then stood and brushed off his robes, meeting Trey in the middle of the garden. "Next to repairing the castle defenses, the roses are easy." He looked up at the sky, "And the weather has been absolutely perfect for them."
Trey made an affirmative noise, distracted by the pale throat bared to him, pressing his lips to it and leaving a trail of wet kisses as he worked his way to Dunstan's mouth. "I have no doubt that were the sky filled with thunderclouds, you would persuade the roses to grow."
"Not if you keep coming out here to distract me," Dunstan said breathlessly.
"I only come out here because you're distracting me."
Dunstan laughed and shook his head, hands coming up to rest on Trey's shoulders. "You can't even see me when I'm out here. How could I possibly be distracting you?"
Trey's eyes flashed pale silver. "I can always see you. And you will distract me until the end of my days - and probably beyond."
"The feeling is entirely mutual," Dunstan replied, and leaned up to meet Trey's kiss.
*A/N* Early on in my notes, I had something that was later scraped, for various reasons - high among them that the relationship didn't fit the chars as I became more familiar with their personalities. But I still like pondering it, as I wish I could have made it work. This is while he's in hiding - Bangkok is basically don't ask, don't tell, etc.
Jade
Jade sat in the snow, gently scooping up handfuls and then dumping them out again. The flakes caught in his hair until you could no longer see the dark strands. His robes were soaked in, more frozen than not.
Eventually he fell back to lay in the snow, letting it pile up around him, cover him until his skin and lips were blue with cold.
Standing up, he shook what he could of it off, then tapped a button on a metal band at his wrist.
Around him the pine trees and masses of snow faded, blurred, vanished. He was left in an empty room of metal. His robes and hair were dry, skin pale but healthy. Turning on his heel, he exited the hologram chamber. A moment later he left the Illusionist Hall altogether, vanishing into the streets of Bangkok.
The Hologram attendants watched him as he left. The one on the right, a white-skinned human, looked to his dark-skinned partner. "What's with that guy?"
"Dunno."
"Most people come here for things a hell of a lot more exciting than weather. Don't tell me he gets off on snow."
The dark-skinned attendant shrugged. "I asked him once, why he always chooses a weather simulation. All he said was that winter was his favorite season."
"Weirdo."
And now, I got to bed. *falls down dead* Hope you liked, if not tell me and I'll try again. ZZzzzzZZZzzzz...
Drabbles:
Az/Rab
Rabdos flexed his wings, unable even after the months that had passed to believe it was all real.
He had wings again.
Even more incredible, he had the one thing he'd thought more impossible to obtain than flight.
The acrid scent of cigarette smoke wafted toward him. "Those are bad for you, you know."
Azrael grinned, "Don't be silly. They don't affect me at all."
"Then why do you smoke them like it's impossible to stop?"
"Because I like smoking."
Rabdos snorted and plucked the cigarette from Az's mouth. "Can't you find something less vile to do? Surely there's something like more than smoking."
Azrael's grin widened and he hopped off the roof ledge he'd been standing on, so that he was level with Rabdos. They were nearly the same height, a hair's difference making Azrael the taller. He gripped Rabdos' shoulders and nibbled playfully at his lips. "If I kissed you as often as I smoke, we'd never get anything else done."
Rabdos sputtered in reply, face turning dark red.
Chuckling, Azrael leaned in to give him a proper kiss.
Rabdos clung to him, happier than he'd ever admit to be able to kiss Azrael beneath the starlight.
Ruthven/Aubrey
The pale white and yellow gladiolus seemed to drink in the moonlight as Ruthven twirled it in his fingers. He sate stretched out on Aubrey's bed, unable to sleep. Beside him Brey was fast asleep, breath deep and slow and steady.
Ruthven brushed his cheek with the petals of the gladiolus, then replaced the flower with his fingertips.
He was beautiful, whether he was asleep, lost to a book, attending his sister or even walking around in an angry cloud.
Ruthven leaned over him, tracing the path his fingers had followed with his lips, tongue flicking out to taste his skin, so sweet.
Brey, always so tense and wary awake, now leaned up into the touch, searching for more.
Ruthven's lips trailed back down his cheek, nibbling along his jaw and down to his throat. His fangs scored the skin there gently.
Aubrey murmured softly in his sleep, hand reaching up and tangling in the fabric of Ruthven's shirt.
Ruthven laughed softly and lay down alongside Brey, pulling the sleeping man gently into his arms. He looked at the Gladiolus still in his left hand.
Aubrey was his. It was only a matter of time before he realized it.
Kin(/Koori)
Kin lay wide awake, the prince still on his mind and lips. He stared up at his bed, the green fabric there black in the dim light of a single candle.
Around him the world had vanished, blocked out by the heavy curtains enclosing Kin's bed. Too many nights aboard ship, sleeping in cramped quarters with little to no light had made it impossible for him to sleep in an open bed.
He'd lit one candle, planning to read, but his attention would not focus. His hands ran up and down his bare chest, aching for the feel of another's flesh.
He was out of his mind. Kyo had made it more than obvious that he wasn't interested. Storms, I hate you only had so many meanings.
Except Kin remembered the way he'd all but melted in his arms, the he'd kissed him back...the way he'd been crying while the storms above them raged.
Kindan turned over and buried his head in his pillows. Tomorrow he would have it all out. He was tired of secrets. Tired of feeling angry and confused. Tired of waiting. Koori had belonged to him since their promise, and he would have him.
Kyo(/Kin)
Nankyo let the storm rage as he ran back toward Raiden's home, pace slowing to a walk as exhaustion began to get the better of him.
Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
Why had the bastard kissed him? If his death wasn't already spelled out, Nankyo had no doubts Kindan would be the death of him.
And where did a snippy, moody, manner less sailor learn to kiss like that? Nankyo was no expert, his experience limited to Taka and a sad sailor, but even he realized Kindan knew what he was about.
Nankyo looked out over the sea, thoughts in turmoil. As if life hadn't been hard enough, now he knew what he was losing. And not just in kisses. But if he dwelt on Kinni further than that, he'd probably do something incredibly stupid.
Like go back.
He reached Raiden's house, hands gripping the door handle like a lifeline. Minutes ticked by as he stood there, clinging, wanting to let go.
But if he was nothing else, he was stubborn. Nankyo went inside.
Katan/Dagger
"Here you are," Katan said with a shake of his head and a smile. "I might have known you were hiding again."
Dagger looked guiltily at the ground, shoulders hunched. "I don't care what you say - I will never grow used to it."
"Yes, you will." Katan slid an arm around Dagger's shoulders and drew him close. "Trust me. One day you'll take a look at a crowded ballroom, roll your eyes and say "another night of boredom" and go in search of the nearest glass of wine.
His words forced a small laugh from Dagger, who still stood rigidly, toying with the lace cuffs of his formal black jacket. "I'm sorry. I just really hate these fancy balls." He grimaced, "Especially these bride hunting parties."
Katan laughed. "I do admit it's annoying to see a surplus of women."
Dagger's shoulders sagged a bit.
"What's really wrong?" Katan asked suddenly, one hand going up to stroke Dagger's hair. "You're not usually this troubled by the parties."
"It's nothing," Dagger said.
Katan frowned. "You're not very convincing when--"
His words were cut off by a flash of white as a woman in a wide ball gown came barreling past them, rushing down the balcony stairs to the courtyard below. Dagger shoved Katan out of the way, fingers going for his sword before he realized there was no threat. "Sorry!" the woman called over her shoulder. "You haven't seen me!" She vanished around a wall.
"What in the world…?" Katan muttered.
Dagger relaxed his hold, just as a man came rushing out and all but knocked them over.
"My apologies. Katan, have you seen a girl in a white dress?"
Katan laughed and pointed. "She went that way."
"My thanks!"
Dagger sighed as the man vanished. Katan stroked his cheek, "You should relax."
"Impossible." He smiled, "You might get attacked by a dress if I'm not watchful."
Katan grinned back, "Did you notice she was missing a shoe? I wonder what he did to make her bolt like that." He shook his head, laughing. "Praise the Saints I'll never have to deal with something like that."
"Won't you though?" Dagger asked tightly. "You have to pick a bride eventually."
"Ah," Katan said. "Now I see why you're so upset." He ducked his head and kissed Dagger until the shorter man was breathless. "And the answer is no. I have you; I will never have need of a bride. If my father tries to arrange something so absurd, he will be the one entertaining the deluge of women he invites."
Don/Charlie
"You're going to be the death of me," Don said from where he leaned against the doorframe. Charlie was sitting at couch, pen in his mouth as he read over his students' homework.
Charlie gave him one those cocky-shy grins that drove Don crazy trying to figure out how he did it. "Isn't that my line?"
Don pushed off the doorframe and sauntered into the room, standing over Charlie. "No. You get yourself in trouble, pulling stunts like that. What's going to happen is that you'll get hurt and dad will come and kill me."
"Relax," Charlie stood, forcing Don to take a step back. He stepped closer to his older brother, mischief in his eyes.
"Charlie…"
"Relax," Charlie repeated. He stretched up and gave Don a quick, hard kiss. "You won't let anything happen to me. And I'll be more careful."
Don shook his head as Charlie stepped past him to go into the kitchen. "Why did you do that?" Affection wasn't really Charlie's thing, and certainly not something like a kiss. Especially a kiss like that. That was more…Don wasn't sure.
Charlie gave him that grin again. "I wanted to see what you'd do."
Don opened his mouth to ask 'What the hell?' but thought better of it. Most of the time it seemed like Don was several steps ahead of Charlie. His brother was perpetually oblivious, so lost to his numbers that today he'd nearly gotten himself killed.
It was easy to forget that Charlie was the genius, the one miles ahead of the rest of them. That what most of them saw as impossible, Charlie saw merely as a momentary challenge.
Shaking his head, Don retrieved his keys to head back to his apartment. He'd planned on staying, still edgy over recent events. But Charlie was up to something, had figured something out…and Don wasn't sure he was ready to learn what that something was.
Hermes/Charon
"This is a bad idea," Charon said in his gravely voice.
"Nonsense," Hermes replied. He buried his fingers in Charon's deep cloak and dragged the ferryman close. "You need to get off that stuffy boat from time to time." He pushed the hood down, smoothing Charon's perpetually mussed hair with his hands before tilting his head up for Hermes to kiss him. "Did you have trouble getting here?"
Charon didn't budge as Hermes kissed him. "No. Except for the spectacle I made of myself. Honestly, everyone thinks that I'm a dirty old man who's bewitched you - or that you've gone mad."
"I have gone mad," Hermes said with a grin. He pulled off Charon's cloak and pulled the ferryman back into his arms. "The type of madness that only Aphrodite can inspire."
"You're being absurd, Trickster." Charon said and rolled his eyes. But when Hermes bent to kiss him again, he returned it - and it was he who eventually shoved Hermes down onto the bed.
Paul/Owen
"How on earth did you afford this, Owen?"
Owen grinned, "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies…"
"I'm asking you a question."
Sighing tolerantly, Owen tousled Paul's hair "My mom is good friends with a travel agent. You've met, I think. Bridget?"
Paul frowned in thought. He snapped his fingers. "Oh, yeah! At the New Year's party."
"That's her. Anyway, I got an awesome deal through her. And mom said that if I pay half - which I have - then she would pay the other half."
Paul frowned, this time angry. "And what about me? What am I paying?"
Owen grinned slyly and leaned over in his desk to whisper in Paul's ear.
Turning beet red, the brightly colored brochures falling from his hands to the desk and floor, Paul shot Owen a glare. "I told you not to say that kind of thing in class!"
"Class hasn't started yet," Owen said unrepentantly. "Plus, you and your sister did a lot for my mom and me over Christmas break. She's wanted to repay you for ages. It was actually all her idea."
"There's nothing to repay," Paul muttered. "You kept our sanity, trust me."
"So does this mean you don't want to go on the cruise?" Owen asked unhappily.
Paul sighed. "Of course not. I just don't want you and your mom paying for all of it."
"You can help out with the plane tickets or something." Owen leered, "And my suggestions are still viable."
"Not if you suggest them while we're at school again." Paul glared, cheeks still scarlet.
Owen grinned and sat back in his seat. "My lips are sealed."
Frank/Joe
"Damn it!" Joe slammed his fist into the brick wall of the alley way. "He got away!"
Frank came up beside his brother, panting softly. "It's all right."
"No, it's not!" Joe snarled. "We've been tracking him for days. He was our only lead. And because we got distracted in the bar he slipped through our fingers and now he's onto us and we just lost our one chance--"
Frank pushed Joe back against the wall, finger going to his lips. "Quiet."
"I don't want to be quiet," Joe snapped, shoving Frank's hand away. "Stop playing so damn cool - you know we messed up. We messed up big time. And now we have to go back and tell dad--"
His only thought had been to calm Joe down. They were both tired, angry, frustrated and feeling horribly guilty. But their dad was always the first to say that mistakes happened, and all it meant was that you had to try harder the next time. More than once he'd come home, berating himself to his wife while he thought his sons weren't around.
Always their mother had kissed him, holding her husband until he calmed down.
That's all Frank had meant to do, calm Joe down and soothe him until he felt a bit better. It didn't occur to him until too late that the way his mother kissed his dad wasn't at all the way brothers should kiss.
But it didn't feel wrong.
He started to pull away, panicked.
Then Joe's arms came up and locked around his neck, keeping Frank firmly in place, and Joe started kissing him back like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do.
Maybe it was.
Trey/Dunstan
"The roses seem to be recovering, at long last." Trey remarked from where he stood at the garden's threshold.
Dunstan looked up, smiling. Lingering a moment over the yellow rose bush he'd been attending, he then stood and brushed off his robes, meeting Trey in the middle of the garden. "Next to repairing the castle defenses, the roses are easy." He looked up at the sky, "And the weather has been absolutely perfect for them."
Trey made an affirmative noise, distracted by the pale throat bared to him, pressing his lips to it and leaving a trail of wet kisses as he worked his way to Dunstan's mouth. "I have no doubt that were the sky filled with thunderclouds, you would persuade the roses to grow."
"Not if you keep coming out here to distract me," Dunstan said breathlessly.
"I only come out here because you're distracting me."
Dunstan laughed and shook his head, hands coming up to rest on Trey's shoulders. "You can't even see me when I'm out here. How could I possibly be distracting you?"
Trey's eyes flashed pale silver. "I can always see you. And you will distract me until the end of my days - and probably beyond."
"The feeling is entirely mutual," Dunstan replied, and leaned up to meet Trey's kiss.
*A/N* Early on in my notes, I had something that was later scraped, for various reasons - high among them that the relationship didn't fit the chars as I became more familiar with their personalities. But I still like pondering it, as I wish I could have made it work. This is while he's in hiding - Bangkok is basically don't ask, don't tell, etc.
Jade
Jade sat in the snow, gently scooping up handfuls and then dumping them out again. The flakes caught in his hair until you could no longer see the dark strands. His robes were soaked in, more frozen than not.
Eventually he fell back to lay in the snow, letting it pile up around him, cover him until his skin and lips were blue with cold.
Standing up, he shook what he could of it off, then tapped a button on a metal band at his wrist.
Around him the pine trees and masses of snow faded, blurred, vanished. He was left in an empty room of metal. His robes and hair were dry, skin pale but healthy. Turning on his heel, he exited the hologram chamber. A moment later he left the Illusionist Hall altogether, vanishing into the streets of Bangkok.
The Hologram attendants watched him as he left. The one on the right, a white-skinned human, looked to his dark-skinned partner. "What's with that guy?"
"Dunno."
"Most people come here for things a hell of a lot more exciting than weather. Don't tell me he gets off on snow."
The dark-skinned attendant shrugged. "I asked him once, why he always chooses a weather simulation. All he said was that winter was his favorite season."
"Weirdo."
And now, I got to bed. *falls down dead* Hope you liked, if not tell me and I'll try again. ZZzzzzZZZzzzz...
