Blare music back? I know you've got some kick-ass tunes on your lappy. Hook it up to the surround sound. ^__~
Also, and totally not what I started out to write, but that's how these things always seem to go -- ------------
Lucas burst into laughter the moment Daniel walked through the door. Daniel glared, brushing ineffectually at his jacket.
“Oh, shut up,” Daniel ordered crossly, but he couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face as he took the seat next to Taliesin. Tal didn’t look up, engrossed in some book – on plants, from the illustrations.
“Did we disturb your afternoon plans, Danny?” Lucas cooed, propping his feet up on the table. “Rolling around in the hay with Vincent, were you?”
“I was not,” Daniel denied primly. They hadn’t actually made it to the stables before Daniel had decided a detour into the nearest garden was necessary.
Lucas just snickered again, tilting his head towards Taliesin. “Better than what I caught baby Tal doing.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Taliesin denied absently, but the tips of his ears turned red. “Certainly no worse than what you were doing with Isabelle last week, and she’s a lady.”
Daniel laughed, nudging Taliesin cheerfully. “How is Mikhail?”
“He’s fine?” Taliesin offered, looking confused. “You saw him last night.”
“Well, things might’ve changed since then,” Daniel said, shrugging. “You’d be the one to ask.”
Taliesin’s cheeks flushed a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Mikhail since last night, either.”
Lucas snorted, shaking his head. “You’re either a liar or a bad lover, Tal.”
Taliesin fidgeted a little in his seat and Daniel decided to come to his rescue.
“What did you want us for, Luke?” Daniel asked, and Taliesin sat up straighter, shutting his book.
“Have you noticed Caspian acting oddly?” Lucas asked, obviously trying not to smirk but failing badly. “He was late for the card game last night.”
“I think he’s having problems with Ivan,” Taliesin supplied, setting his book down on the table. “I think Ivan’s trying to push him for more information on Mikhail.” Taliesin looked a little conflicted, biting his lip before settling back into his chair.
“Is that all?” Lucas asked, outright grinning. “I don’t know, he seems… more easily flustered lately.”
“You’re a brat,” Daniel accused, rolling his eyes. “He’s busy dealing with Tal and Mikhail, not off falling in love.”
“So say you,” Lucas replied cheerfully. “But he lost last night. Caspian never loses.”
“I think it’s just Ivan,” Taliesin said thoughtfully. “Whenever he runs into Ivan he comes back all out of sorts. So I think it’s just dealing with Ivan.”
“See?” Daniel scowled. “You made us drop everything for this?”
“Caspian is a dear friend,” Lucas said, attempting to look serious but he was still grinning. “Of course I expect you to drop everything for him.”
“If it were Caspian, I would drop everything,” Daniel said dryly, shaking his head. “However, I doubt very much that Caspian’s losing his cool over anything more than an ambassador who won’t leave his charges alone.”
“He’s just cranky he had to leave Vincent somewhere,” Lucas confided to Taliesin in a loud whisper. Taliesin grinned, his cheeks coloring just a little and Daniel had little doubt he’d had to leave Mikhail somewhere for this meeting, too.
“Why don’t you give him a few days off?” Daniel suggested to Taliesin. “Get one of the spare guards to pick up a few extra shifts.”
“I can do that,” Taliesin agreed. “Caspian works too hard anyway. He won’t like it, but a few days off could settle him down?”
“Give him time to bond with whomever he’s besotted with,” Lucas said gleefully under his breath. Daniel ignored him, standing up.
“We could have had this discussion at dinner,” Daniel griped, and Taliesin snickered, picking up his book again.
“It was important,” Lucas said cheerfully, swinging his legs off the table and standing up. “Besides, it’s hard to find you two without your counterparts anymore. And I know Mikhail would tell Caspian we’re plotting.”
“He’s going to anyway,” Taliesin said, smiling. Lucas stared at him suspiciously and Taliesin laughed, ducking around Daniel as they made their way to the door. “He’s going to ask where I had to go.”
“Secret brotherly meeting!” Lucas declared, and Taliesin laughed again, smiling cheerfully. “You can’t tell him.”
“He’ll ask,” Taliesin repeated. “I’m not going to lie to him.”
“Tell him it was a secret meeting with your brothers. That’s not lying,” Lucas said, grinning. “Daniel, you’re not allowed to tell him either. Or Caspian.”
“Right,” Daniel agreed, shaking his head. “I’m going back to the gardens.”
“Sure, gardens,” Lucas drawled, taking a few quick steps to catch up to Taliesin. “I’ll take this one back to his keeper.”
Taliesin scoffed, catching Lucas with a quick elbow. “I’m my own keeper, thank you very much.”
Daniel snickered, giving them a brief wave before turning and heading back the way he’d come. Vincent would be waiting for him, unless he’d gotten called away too. Smiling in anticipation, Daniel picked up his pace as he headed back to the garden they’d gotten distracted in.
I want to kiss you for the brother silliness, and all the smexing obviously going on, and beat you for taunting me with Caspian and Ivan. Daniel's so cute when he's not being st00pid and obstinate. After I go to prison for killing my neighbor, I'm so smuggling in your stories <3
You are SO evil, cause now I am utterly distracted. Evil Nikery!
*laugh* The best part is, that is the master secret. How to slip super sekkret information past thousands of guards or military men or whatever? Write it as gay sex.
Heh, sorry? ^___^ Got any other drabble prompts? I wanna do a Daniel-Vincent one, but I am having supreme difficulties picking something to write with them in.
::cracks up:: I imagine they'd either be all *__* and reading avidly or wincing and picking through the letter half-heartedly.
“Daniel! Daniel, you lazy bum,” Lucas’s cheerful voice echoed through the room and Daniel groaned, shifting to pull the pillow over his head.
The door to his bedroom opened – Lucas did not ever knock, the bastard, and it was only when Lucas started cackling that Daniel remembered he wasn’t alone.
Though really, the warm weight tucked against his side should’ve been the first clue. Or the scent of Vincent’s cologne that clung to his pillow still. Sitting upright quickly, Daniel glared at Lucas.
“Out,” he ordered, ignoring that his voice was sleep garbled. Lucas, the bastard, was nearly bent in too, laughing too hard to reply. Vincent stirred next to him, and Daniel glowered more intently.
“For the love of decency, Lucas, get out,” Daniel snapped, and Lucas snickered, wiping tears from his eyes.
“When you make up, you make up,” Lucas crowed, looking far too smug. Daniel picked up the nearest thing – a small book from the bedside table – and pitched it at his brother’s head. It thumped loudly against the wall (Daniel had horrible aim, and it was only worse in the morning).
“Well,” Lucas said, managing to inflect his tone with haughtiness. He was still grinning widely though, and Daniel really wanted to pitch a book at his head and actually have it hit. “Isn’t that just rude.”
Vincent laughed sleepily, and at least he was used to Lucas. Daniel just kept up his glare, hoping that Lucas would take the hint and leave already.
“Good morning, Vincent,” Lucas greeted cheerfully, and Daniel threw his pillow, annoyed but not leaving the bed without pants on. Which Lucas was probably taking full advantage of. The pillow landed woefully short, and Lucas just snickered at him.
Daniel made a note to torment him later about not dancing with Isabelle until the very last dance of the ball.
“Good morning, Prince Lucas,” Vincent greeted sleepily, as though he wasn’t naked in the crown prince’s brother’s bed.
Daniel was going to kill Lucas.
Lucas grinned wider for a split second and Daniel picked up the water glass in anticipation of whatever stupid thing was going to come out of his mouth.
“And how are you this fine morning?” Lucas asked, ducking into the sitting room as Daniel let the glass fly.
“I am going to kill you, Lucas,” Daniel threatened. “Or I’ll get Richard and Nicholas to do it for me.”
Vincent sat up slowly, looking deliciously rumpled, and not at all embarrassed that he was wearing only the bedsheets in front of Lucas. He smiled at Daniel, and that melted away most of the ire that Lucas had evoked. Surely it wasn’t fair that a simple smile could do that – but it was Vincent, and Daniel needed Lucas to leave so he could make certain once more that Vincent knew how much Daniel truly appreciated him.
“My apologies, highness,” Vincent said, and it took Daniel a moment to realize he was talking to Lucas and not to him. Vincent was still looking at him and he’d carefully twined their fingers together. “But could I ask that we continue this conversation later?”
Lucas cracked up again, but from the sitting room this time and Daniel was content to ignore him in favor of the way Vincent was looking at him.
“I’ll be back in a few hours!” Lucas called, and Daniel could hear his footsteps against the sitting room floor. “Put some pants on by then, at least!”
The sitting room door shut, and Daniel huffed, a little annoyed that Vincent could so easily make Lucas leave when Daniel had to resort to throwing things at the nuisance.
“Good morning, Daniel,” Vincent said with a warm smile, and Daniel rolled his eyes, freeing his hand so he could sink both of them into Vincent’s mussed hair. He drew Vincent close and kissed him deeply, hoping no one else came looking for them for the rest of the day.
MMm, rumbled Vincent. I'll take two please. <<333 Lucas has a death wish. I so can't wait 'til his brothers exact revenge. Isabelle would probably help them, she seemed a smart cookie.
Oddly enough, I just started a drabble that is sort similiar. Mwahaha.
::snicker:: She totally would. Though don't worry, I believe he gets his comeupance when at his wedding. He's extremely nervous and his brothers are totally cruel. ^___^
::perks:: Oh? Heh, throwing things always reminds me of Rae and Benedict. ^___^
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:25 pm (UTC)Also, and totally not what I started out to write, but that's how these things always seem to go --
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Lucas burst into laughter the moment Daniel walked through the door. Daniel glared, brushing ineffectually at his jacket.
“Oh, shut up,” Daniel ordered crossly, but he couldn’t quite keep the smile from his face as he took the seat next to Taliesin. Tal didn’t look up, engrossed in some book – on plants, from the illustrations.
“Did we disturb your afternoon plans, Danny?” Lucas cooed, propping his feet up on the table. “Rolling around in the hay with Vincent, were you?”
“I was not,” Daniel denied primly. They hadn’t actually made it to the stables before Daniel had decided a detour into the nearest garden was necessary.
Lucas just snickered again, tilting his head towards Taliesin. “Better than what I caught baby Tal doing.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Taliesin denied absently, but the tips of his ears turned red. “Certainly no worse than what you were doing with Isabelle last week, and she’s a lady.”
Daniel laughed, nudging Taliesin cheerfully. “How is Mikhail?”
“He’s fine?” Taliesin offered, looking confused. “You saw him last night.”
“Well, things might’ve changed since then,” Daniel said, shrugging. “You’d be the one to ask.”
Taliesin’s cheeks flushed a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Mikhail since last night, either.”
Lucas snorted, shaking his head. “You’re either a liar or a bad lover, Tal.”
Taliesin fidgeted a little in his seat and Daniel decided to come to his rescue.
“What did you want us for, Luke?” Daniel asked, and Taliesin sat up straighter, shutting his book.
“Have you noticed Caspian acting oddly?” Lucas asked, obviously trying not to smirk but failing badly. “He was late for the card game last night.”
“I think he’s having problems with Ivan,” Taliesin supplied, setting his book down on the table. “I think Ivan’s trying to push him for more information on Mikhail.” Taliesin looked a little conflicted, biting his lip before settling back into his chair.
“Is that all?” Lucas asked, outright grinning. “I don’t know, he seems… more easily flustered lately.”
(part 1 of two)
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:25 pm (UTC)-----------------
“You’re a brat,” Daniel accused, rolling his eyes. “He’s busy dealing with Tal and Mikhail, not off falling in love.”
“So say you,” Lucas replied cheerfully. “But he lost last night. Caspian never loses.”
“I think it’s just Ivan,” Taliesin said thoughtfully. “Whenever he runs into Ivan he comes back all out of sorts. So I think it’s just dealing with Ivan.”
“See?” Daniel scowled. “You made us drop everything for this?”
“Caspian is a dear friend,” Lucas said, attempting to look serious but he was still grinning. “Of course I expect you to drop everything for him.”
“If it were Caspian, I would drop everything,” Daniel said dryly, shaking his head. “However, I doubt very much that Caspian’s losing his cool over anything more than an ambassador who won’t leave his charges alone.”
“He’s just cranky he had to leave Vincent somewhere,” Lucas confided to Taliesin in a loud whisper. Taliesin grinned, his cheeks coloring just a little and Daniel had little doubt he’d had to leave Mikhail somewhere for this meeting, too.
“Why don’t you give him a few days off?” Daniel suggested to Taliesin. “Get one of the spare guards to pick up a few extra shifts.”
“I can do that,” Taliesin agreed. “Caspian works too hard anyway. He won’t like it, but a few days off could settle him down?”
“Give him time to bond with whomever he’s besotted with,” Lucas said gleefully under his breath. Daniel ignored him, standing up.
“We could have had this discussion at dinner,” Daniel griped, and Taliesin snickered, picking up his book again.
“It was important,” Lucas said cheerfully, swinging his legs off the table and standing up. “Besides, it’s hard to find you two without your counterparts anymore. And I know Mikhail would tell Caspian we’re plotting.”
“He’s going to anyway,” Taliesin said, smiling. Lucas stared at him suspiciously and Taliesin laughed, ducking around Daniel as they made their way to the door. “He’s going to ask where I had to go.”
“Secret brotherly meeting!” Lucas declared, and Taliesin laughed again, smiling cheerfully. “You can’t tell him.”
“He’ll ask,” Taliesin repeated. “I’m not going to lie to him.”
“Tell him it was a secret meeting with your brothers. That’s not lying,” Lucas said, grinning. “Daniel, you’re not allowed to tell him either. Or Caspian.”
“Right,” Daniel agreed, shaking his head. “I’m going back to the gardens.”
“Sure, gardens,” Lucas drawled, taking a few quick steps to catch up to Taliesin. “I’ll take this one back to his keeper.”
Taliesin scoffed, catching Lucas with a quick elbow. “I’m my own keeper, thank you very much.”
Daniel snickered, giving them a brief wave before turning and heading back the way he’d come. Vincent would be waiting for him, unless he’d gotten called away too. Smiling in anticipation, Daniel picked up his pace as he headed back to the garden they’d gotten distracted in.
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:30 pm (UTC)I want to kiss you for the brother silliness, and all the smexing obviously going on, and beat you for taunting me with Caspian and Ivan. Daniel's so cute when he's not being st00pid and obstinate. After I go to prison for killing my neighbor, I'm so smuggling in your stories <3
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:34 pm (UTC)::grin:: I will send them to you as letters and let the prison guards try to figure out wtf kind of breakout code is in the gay lovin' ^__~
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:35 pm (UTC)You are SO evil, cause now I am utterly distracted. Evil Nikery!
*laugh* The best part is, that is the master secret. How to slip super sekkret information past thousands of guards or military men or whatever? Write it as gay sex.
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:39 pm (UTC)::cracks up:: I imagine they'd either be all *__* and reading avidly or wincing and picking through the letter half-heartedly.
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Date: 2008-05-27 11:53 pm (UTC)Hmm...oh! I know. How about the morning where Lucas totally walks in on them? That always cracked me up.
Ahahaha. I'd love to see the ones that are all *.* "How did you miss this bit of coding, Rogers?" "It was, uh, very
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“Daniel! Daniel, you lazy bum,” Lucas’s cheerful voice echoed through the room and Daniel groaned, shifting to pull the pillow over his head.
The door to his bedroom opened – Lucas did not ever knock, the bastard, and it was only when Lucas started cackling that Daniel remembered he wasn’t alone.
Though really, the warm weight tucked against his side should’ve been the first clue. Or the scent of Vincent’s cologne that clung to his pillow still. Sitting upright quickly, Daniel glared at Lucas.
“Out,” he ordered, ignoring that his voice was sleep garbled. Lucas, the bastard, was nearly bent in too, laughing too hard to reply. Vincent stirred next to him, and Daniel glowered more intently.
“For the love of decency, Lucas, get out,” Daniel snapped, and Lucas snickered, wiping tears from his eyes.
“When you make up, you make up,” Lucas crowed, looking far too smug. Daniel picked up the nearest thing – a small book from the bedside table – and pitched it at his brother’s head. It thumped loudly against the wall (Daniel had horrible aim, and it was only worse in the morning).
“Well,” Lucas said, managing to inflect his tone with haughtiness. He was still grinning widely though, and Daniel really wanted to pitch a book at his head and actually have it hit. “Isn’t that just rude.”
Vincent laughed sleepily, and at least he was used to Lucas. Daniel just kept up his glare, hoping that Lucas would take the hint and leave already.
“Good morning, Vincent,” Lucas greeted cheerfully, and Daniel threw his pillow, annoyed but not leaving the bed without pants on. Which Lucas was probably taking full advantage of. The pillow landed woefully short, and Lucas just snickered at him.
Daniel made a note to torment him later about not dancing with Isabelle until the very last dance of the ball.
“Good morning, Prince Lucas,” Vincent greeted sleepily, as though he wasn’t naked in the crown prince’s brother’s bed.
Daniel was going to kill Lucas.
Lucas grinned wider for a split second and Daniel picked up the water glass in anticipation of whatever stupid thing was going to come out of his mouth.
“And how are you this fine morning?” Lucas asked, ducking into the sitting room as Daniel let the glass fly.
“I am going to kill you, Lucas,” Daniel threatened. “Or I’ll get Richard and Nicholas to do it for me.”
Vincent sat up slowly, looking deliciously rumpled, and not at all embarrassed that he was wearing only the bedsheets in front of Lucas. He smiled at Daniel, and that melted away most of the ire that Lucas had evoked. Surely it wasn’t fair that a simple smile could do that – but it was Vincent, and Daniel needed Lucas to leave so he could make certain once more that Vincent knew how much Daniel truly appreciated him.
“My apologies, highness,” Vincent said, and it took Daniel a moment to realize he was talking to Lucas and not to him. Vincent was still looking at him and he’d carefully twined their fingers together. “But could I ask that we continue this conversation later?”
Lucas cracked up again, but from the sitting room this time and Daniel was content to ignore him in favor of the way Vincent was looking at him.
“I’ll be back in a few hours!” Lucas called, and Daniel could hear his footsteps against the sitting room floor. “Put some pants on by then, at least!”
The sitting room door shut, and Daniel huffed, a little annoyed that Vincent could so easily make Lucas leave when Daniel had to resort to throwing things at the nuisance.
“Good morning, Daniel,” Vincent said with a warm smile, and Daniel rolled his eyes, freeing his hand so he could sink both of them into Vincent’s mussed hair. He drew Vincent close and kissed him deeply, hoping no one else came looking for them for the rest of the day.
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Date: 2008-05-28 12:43 am (UTC)MMm, rumbled Vincent. I'll take two please. <<333 Lucas has a death wish. I so can't wait 'til his brothers exact revenge. Isabelle would probably help them, she seemed a smart cookie.
Oddly enough, I just started a drabble that is sort similiar. Mwahaha.
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Date: 2008-05-28 12:46 am (UTC)::perks:: Oh? Heh, throwing things always reminds me of Rae and Benedict. ^___^