...parts is parts...
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lavandarlizard2...At least that's what they say...
Another little part here; I decided I may be too dead, too sunburned or too heatstroked after tomorrow, so I better put it up onight.
I'm going to the county fair and I expect to be all of the above by 1600 tomorrow. I also expect to eat food that is bad for me, buy useless junk and cuddle a lizard. In short, I plan to enjoy myself.
Onward, to the next part-within-a-part.
BFB - 078c - Off to See the Wyverns - Clan visit
“She’s Giniro’s elder sister; a bit of an autocrat, but one of my favorite people,” Heero explained as we circled the lake.
“I see where you get it,” I smirked.
He shot me a raised-eyebrow look. “I could have gotten it from my father,” he countered.
I laughed. “Not bloody likely, Heero! Male Banshees don’t have balls that big!”
“You do.”
Okay, that probably should have occurred to me as a possible rebuttal, but I don’t consider myself particularly bold or aggressive. My situation is pretty abnormal for a male Banshee and I don’t see it as being replicated very often, even with Heero’s father.
And then I had another startling thought. “Heero, you aren’t… you know… seeing your father in me…? Are you?” I stopped walking. Holy shit; why had that little fact never occurred to me before? That would be just… wrong.
Heero snorted and grabbed my hand. “Oh, please! Not in your worst nightmare, Banshee! I’m a Dragon, I was raised by Dragons, but don’t just assume that I couldn’t have some of my father in me. I’ve discovered that it’s there; you just have to dig deeper to find it.”
Whew…
“That’s okay, Heero. I really like your Dragon side. Um… Was your mother like that? I mean, positive and firm, no-nonsense?”
“From what I remember, yes.” He drew me in close and let his arm slide around my waist. “She was my mother; I remember I loved her very much…”
“Heero! Hey, Heero!”
We both turned; a male was jogging our way, waving. We waited for him to catch up.
“Heero! Great to see you!” He grabbed Heero in a one-armed hug, thumping him on the back a few times. I backed off a few steps, hoping he wasn’t about to do the same to me. He was about Heero’s height, but considerably broader and more muscular, with bright blue eyes and even brighter blue hair pulled back in a ponytail that bore no resemblance whatsoever to Wufei’s tight queue.
“Nice to see you, Rigel,” Heero said wryly, extricating himself from the hug.
“Hey, is this the Banshee I’ve been hearing about? Whoa, you caught a pretty one, Heero!”
In the back of my head, that annoying little voice shook itself awake and muttered ::Whatthefuck…?::
‘*The*’ Banshee? ‘*Caught*’? I wasn’t sure I liked this guy looking at me like a new pet or something.
Something of what I was feeling seemed to be gathering in Heero’s eyes. He glared at the other male.
“Rigel, this is Duo; my Chosen,” he pronounced deliberately. “Duo, Rigel.”
I nodded silently; Rigel’s eyes bugged out and he stared at me. “No way! Oh, shit! Um… I mean… Sorry, Heero; I didn’t know. No one mentioned that…” All at once, he looked distinctly nervous. “Wow… So you’re Heero’s Chosen, huh? Hey, he’s a lucky Wyvern…”
I wanted to poke Heero to make him say something; the guy was starting to look a little pale, and I began to feel kinda sorry for him. So he was a little boisterous; big deal. He wasn’t actively rude to me.
“Yes,” said Heero quite firmly, “I am a very lucky Wyvern.”
“Yeah… Damn…” Rigel seemed to be getting his feet back under him now that Heero hadn’t actually disemboweled him. He stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Duo. Wow. Heero’s Chosen, huh? I was beginning to think he’d never find anyone who could stand him.”
I raised one eyebrow.
“Well, you know… He’s so picky…”
Picky. Heero was so picky about his boyfriends that his Clan thought it was remarkable that he Chose me? Damn. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
I must have looked confused, because Heero finally joined the conversation.
“I am not ‘picky’, Rigel; I have standards. Duo meets or exceeds every standard I have.”
Go me.
“Well, yeah. I can *see* that.”
Okay, *that* look I recognized. Good old cousin Rigel was checking me out pretty openly. Apparently, I bolstered Heero’s reputation in his eyes.
“Wow,” he breathed again. “So, has Heero taken you flying?”
The sudden shift left me blinking. “Um… Yeah… We’ve been flying a lot.” That was a weird thing to ask. Even weirder was Heero’s reaction.
His dark eyes sharpened as if Rigel had suggested I strip down and show him the goods.
“Rigel! That is none of your concern!”
“Oh… yeah… Sorry, Heero.” He blushed and looked at the ground. “Damn, Heero; he’s just gorgeous! Sorry! Wow, it’s late; I gotta go! Hey, congratulations Heero! Um… Hope you enjoy your visit, Duo.” He backed up a couple of steps and jogged away.
I watched for a few seconds before turning my confusion to my Wyvern.
“You want to clear that up for me, or do I need to buy a program?”
Heero snorted dismissively. “Rigel tends to speak without thinking. He gets away with it because he doesn’t mean anything by it.” He glanced at me. “He’s a good person to have at your back in a fight.”
I smirked at him. “Like a rock?”
Heero gave me a look. “Exactly.”
“So what’s the big deal with flying? What’s so important about flying?”
“It’s nothing, forget it.” He hooked his arm around me and we continued walking. I shrugged and leaned into him.
We covered the territory around the lake that way. Plenty of people smiled and waved as we passed, but no one else approached us. Clearly, the IchiBan’s word was law when it came to the privacy thing. Heero introduced me to a few more people, all of whom were coherent and complimentary. Interestingly enough, flying was not mentioned. Guess it was just a quirk of Rigel’s.
He pointed out some landmarks, as well as a few sights. The Clanhold had a few shops and some small food stalls, but according to Heero, most of the trade was with the nearby town.
“You guys deal with them a lot?” I still have a hard time with the idea of whole Clans of Magical Creatures mixing so easily with Humans. That Banshee thing again, I guess.
“It’s our territory. We’ve protected that town and its surrounding lands for generations. It’s our way of repaying their welcome.” He surveyed the horizon. “They could have denied us, but they didn’t; so we watch over them and theirs.”
His tone of voice was oddly stilted, suggesting that he was reciting something he’d read. “But haven’t you always been here? I thought Dragons were native to Asia.”
“The Were-Dragons are, but we were created for the West. We were charged with the protection of Human-kind, but times changed. Attitudes changed. And suddenly we were no longer welcome.” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper, still in that bookishly narrative tone. “New ideas were born and gained credence. Human-kind didn’t need us, didn’t want us. At first, they simply turned away from us to embrace their new ideas. Eventually those new ways demanded an end to us. We had somehow become a symbol of evil, right up there with demons. We were attacked, driven out. We went east and found welcome. We have been here over a thousand years.”
“Heero...” The light bulb went on in my head. “Wyverns... In Europe?” He nodded. “You’re the gargoyles!” I exclaimed. “You’re the models for all those gargoyles on the churches and cathedrals!”
He glared at me. “Foolish Humans! They had their guardians and ran them off, only to later build stone replicas to chase away the ‘evil spirits’. Idiots.”
“Hey, don’t blame me!” I teased. “I’m not human.”
He had the grace to blush slightly. “Sorry.”
I thought about that new information. “Wow...” Now I sounded like Rigel. “So you take care of this town now...”
“Yes.”
“And these people appreciate you...”
“Yes.”
“Well, good for them!”
He smirked darkly then and took my hand to pull me across the grass toward a large rock.
I’d noticed the rocks; they looked decorative, like they’d been deliberately placed where they were. They were large, flat things, all about the same size and all oriented in the same direction. Surrounded by wide paths and narrow sand strips, they had the look of giant stone centerpieces. I figured they had to have a purpose, but what that purpose might be escaped me.
And no; I was not going to start thinking ‘altar’. Get your mind out of the horror zone.
When we got to the huge thing, though, Heero caught me around the waist and swung me up onto the top of it and vaulted up behind me as soon as I was balanced.
“Whoa! What’s this, Yuy? Center stage?”
“No; that would be the IchiBan’s chair. This is just for relaxing.” He fitted his actions to his words by sitting down on the stone and tugging me down beside him. He brought one knee up to rest his arm on it, looking perfectly relaxed. I copied him.
“Come on, Heero; what’s it for?” Okay, so I *was* thinking ‘altar.’
He smirked at me and changed form, lifting his massive wings as if for take-off. I caught my breath as I always do when he does that. He’s just so incredibly impressive in that form; my gorgeous big blue dragon.
“It’s winter, Duo; these are the suncatchers.”
The rock was warm, I realized. Okay. Dragons; reptiles; lizards. Sunning their cold-blooded selves on a warm rock. Except that Wyverns are not cold-blooded. Well, that was just... cheesy.
“Heero...” I have no idea where I was going with that. I didn’t get a chance to finish.
Another little part here; I decided I may be too dead, too sunburned or too heatstroked after tomorrow, so I better put it up onight.
I'm going to the county fair and I expect to be all of the above by 1600 tomorrow. I also expect to eat food that is bad for me, buy useless junk and cuddle a lizard. In short, I plan to enjoy myself.
Onward, to the next part-within-a-part.
BFB - 078c - Off to See the Wyverns - Clan visit
“She’s Giniro’s elder sister; a bit of an autocrat, but one of my favorite people,” Heero explained as we circled the lake.
“I see where you get it,” I smirked.
He shot me a raised-eyebrow look. “I could have gotten it from my father,” he countered.
I laughed. “Not bloody likely, Heero! Male Banshees don’t have balls that big!”
“You do.”
Okay, that probably should have occurred to me as a possible rebuttal, but I don’t consider myself particularly bold or aggressive. My situation is pretty abnormal for a male Banshee and I don’t see it as being replicated very often, even with Heero’s father.
And then I had another startling thought. “Heero, you aren’t… you know… seeing your father in me…? Are you?” I stopped walking. Holy shit; why had that little fact never occurred to me before? That would be just… wrong.
Heero snorted and grabbed my hand. “Oh, please! Not in your worst nightmare, Banshee! I’m a Dragon, I was raised by Dragons, but don’t just assume that I couldn’t have some of my father in me. I’ve discovered that it’s there; you just have to dig deeper to find it.”
Whew…
“That’s okay, Heero. I really like your Dragon side. Um… Was your mother like that? I mean, positive and firm, no-nonsense?”
“From what I remember, yes.” He drew me in close and let his arm slide around my waist. “She was my mother; I remember I loved her very much…”
“Heero! Hey, Heero!”
We both turned; a male was jogging our way, waving. We waited for him to catch up.
“Heero! Great to see you!” He grabbed Heero in a one-armed hug, thumping him on the back a few times. I backed off a few steps, hoping he wasn’t about to do the same to me. He was about Heero’s height, but considerably broader and more muscular, with bright blue eyes and even brighter blue hair pulled back in a ponytail that bore no resemblance whatsoever to Wufei’s tight queue.
“Nice to see you, Rigel,” Heero said wryly, extricating himself from the hug.
“Hey, is this the Banshee I’ve been hearing about? Whoa, you caught a pretty one, Heero!”
In the back of my head, that annoying little voice shook itself awake and muttered ::Whatthefuck…?::
‘*The*’ Banshee? ‘*Caught*’? I wasn’t sure I liked this guy looking at me like a new pet or something.
Something of what I was feeling seemed to be gathering in Heero’s eyes. He glared at the other male.
“Rigel, this is Duo; my Chosen,” he pronounced deliberately. “Duo, Rigel.”
I nodded silently; Rigel’s eyes bugged out and he stared at me. “No way! Oh, shit! Um… I mean… Sorry, Heero; I didn’t know. No one mentioned that…” All at once, he looked distinctly nervous. “Wow… So you’re Heero’s Chosen, huh? Hey, he’s a lucky Wyvern…”
I wanted to poke Heero to make him say something; the guy was starting to look a little pale, and I began to feel kinda sorry for him. So he was a little boisterous; big deal. He wasn’t actively rude to me.
“Yes,” said Heero quite firmly, “I am a very lucky Wyvern.”
“Yeah… Damn…” Rigel seemed to be getting his feet back under him now that Heero hadn’t actually disemboweled him. He stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Duo. Wow. Heero’s Chosen, huh? I was beginning to think he’d never find anyone who could stand him.”
I raised one eyebrow.
“Well, you know… He’s so picky…”
Picky. Heero was so picky about his boyfriends that his Clan thought it was remarkable that he Chose me? Damn. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
I must have looked confused, because Heero finally joined the conversation.
“I am not ‘picky’, Rigel; I have standards. Duo meets or exceeds every standard I have.”
Go me.
“Well, yeah. I can *see* that.”
Okay, *that* look I recognized. Good old cousin Rigel was checking me out pretty openly. Apparently, I bolstered Heero’s reputation in his eyes.
“Wow,” he breathed again. “So, has Heero taken you flying?”
The sudden shift left me blinking. “Um… Yeah… We’ve been flying a lot.” That was a weird thing to ask. Even weirder was Heero’s reaction.
His dark eyes sharpened as if Rigel had suggested I strip down and show him the goods.
“Rigel! That is none of your concern!”
“Oh… yeah… Sorry, Heero.” He blushed and looked at the ground. “Damn, Heero; he’s just gorgeous! Sorry! Wow, it’s late; I gotta go! Hey, congratulations Heero! Um… Hope you enjoy your visit, Duo.” He backed up a couple of steps and jogged away.
I watched for a few seconds before turning my confusion to my Wyvern.
“You want to clear that up for me, or do I need to buy a program?”
Heero snorted dismissively. “Rigel tends to speak without thinking. He gets away with it because he doesn’t mean anything by it.” He glanced at me. “He’s a good person to have at your back in a fight.”
I smirked at him. “Like a rock?”
Heero gave me a look. “Exactly.”
“So what’s the big deal with flying? What’s so important about flying?”
“It’s nothing, forget it.” He hooked his arm around me and we continued walking. I shrugged and leaned into him.
We covered the territory around the lake that way. Plenty of people smiled and waved as we passed, but no one else approached us. Clearly, the IchiBan’s word was law when it came to the privacy thing. Heero introduced me to a few more people, all of whom were coherent and complimentary. Interestingly enough, flying was not mentioned. Guess it was just a quirk of Rigel’s.
He pointed out some landmarks, as well as a few sights. The Clanhold had a few shops and some small food stalls, but according to Heero, most of the trade was with the nearby town.
“You guys deal with them a lot?” I still have a hard time with the idea of whole Clans of Magical Creatures mixing so easily with Humans. That Banshee thing again, I guess.
“It’s our territory. We’ve protected that town and its surrounding lands for generations. It’s our way of repaying their welcome.” He surveyed the horizon. “They could have denied us, but they didn’t; so we watch over them and theirs.”
His tone of voice was oddly stilted, suggesting that he was reciting something he’d read. “But haven’t you always been here? I thought Dragons were native to Asia.”
“The Were-Dragons are, but we were created for the West. We were charged with the protection of Human-kind, but times changed. Attitudes changed. And suddenly we were no longer welcome.” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper, still in that bookishly narrative tone. “New ideas were born and gained credence. Human-kind didn’t need us, didn’t want us. At first, they simply turned away from us to embrace their new ideas. Eventually those new ways demanded an end to us. We had somehow become a symbol of evil, right up there with demons. We were attacked, driven out. We went east and found welcome. We have been here over a thousand years.”
“Heero...” The light bulb went on in my head. “Wyverns... In Europe?” He nodded. “You’re the gargoyles!” I exclaimed. “You’re the models for all those gargoyles on the churches and cathedrals!”
He glared at me. “Foolish Humans! They had their guardians and ran them off, only to later build stone replicas to chase away the ‘evil spirits’. Idiots.”
“Hey, don’t blame me!” I teased. “I’m not human.”
He had the grace to blush slightly. “Sorry.”
I thought about that new information. “Wow...” Now I sounded like Rigel. “So you take care of this town now...”
“Yes.”
“And these people appreciate you...”
“Yes.”
“Well, good for them!”
He smirked darkly then and took my hand to pull me across the grass toward a large rock.
I’d noticed the rocks; they looked decorative, like they’d been deliberately placed where they were. They were large, flat things, all about the same size and all oriented in the same direction. Surrounded by wide paths and narrow sand strips, they had the look of giant stone centerpieces. I figured they had to have a purpose, but what that purpose might be escaped me.
And no; I was not going to start thinking ‘altar’. Get your mind out of the horror zone.
When we got to the huge thing, though, Heero caught me around the waist and swung me up onto the top of it and vaulted up behind me as soon as I was balanced.
“Whoa! What’s this, Yuy? Center stage?”
“No; that would be the IchiBan’s chair. This is just for relaxing.” He fitted his actions to his words by sitting down on the stone and tugging me down beside him. He brought one knee up to rest his arm on it, looking perfectly relaxed. I copied him.
“Come on, Heero; what’s it for?” Okay, so I *was* thinking ‘altar.’
He smirked at me and changed form, lifting his massive wings as if for take-off. I caught my breath as I always do when he does that. He’s just so incredibly impressive in that form; my gorgeous big blue dragon.
“It’s winter, Duo; these are the suncatchers.”
The rock was warm, I realized. Okay. Dragons; reptiles; lizards. Sunning their cold-blooded selves on a warm rock. Except that Wyverns are not cold-blooded. Well, that was just... cheesy.
“Heero...” I have no idea where I was going with that. I didn’t get a chance to finish.
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Date: 2004-07-02 07:25 pm (UTC)Rigel is that damned annoying relative we all have.
T'was funny watching him trip on his tongue on the way out though! *snicker*
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Date: 2004-07-02 08:31 pm (UTC)Rigel, now... I dunno... He's trying to grow on me...
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Date: 2004-07-02 10:25 pm (UTC)and thanks for posting another part. Dare we hope for more?
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Date: 2004-07-03 06:45 am (UTC)More... Well, there is always more, but sometimes it takes a while... This 'part' (078) is really still in progress. It may be another week before it's finally finished to post. I just wanted to bring *something* before the holiday.
Depends on how deceased I become at the fair today...
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Date: 2004-07-03 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-03 04:38 pm (UTC)You know, this is a self-perpetuating circle. I get curious about something, you say something mysterious or unclear, I get curious about that too... it's a darn never ending cycle where I just get more and more curious and you get more and more evil. *pout*
Well, I hope you have fun at the fair at least. It's ok if you're dead on your feet afterwards. That's the fun part right? falling into bed afterwards. hehehe...
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Date: 2004-07-03 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-03 05:57 pm (UTC)but I sure did shop... and cuddled a dragon.
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Date: 2004-07-03 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-03 08:55 pm (UTC)*sigh* I'm envious. Dragon cuddling is just so comfy and fun.