decision made... ^___^
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lavandarlizard2The snippets of whatever that have been posted recently have finally resolved themselves into a full-fledged Part. ^___^ I don't always know when I start one of these whether it'll end up as a Part or as an Ii Kibarashi, but this one has been remarkably cooperative. *good vampire! you get a blood sausage!*
Therefore, I have decided to post the new bit attached to what has gone before. I hope everyone enjoys it; I'll do my best to keep to a Friday schedule, but no promises. ^_~
Duo moved toward the French doors, shivering in his sweater. “Damn, Heero; it’s freaking *pouring* out there! You can’t fly in that, can you?”
Heero joined him, wrapping his arms around his Chosen’s waist as they watched the deluge. Good thing the balcony was of the open-work variety; they’d be standing in rising water if it wasn’t. Might be good to leave a reminder to Maintenance to inspect the roofs. “I could… in a dire, life-threatening emergency, but it would be neither pretty nor graceful and I would not be a happy Dragon on the other end,” he smiled. “We’re not designed for wet weather flying. Our wings can shed an enormous amount of water, but they do absorb some and that leads to stalling. We’ll catch a port home tonight.” He turned the Banshee around to kiss the end of his nose. “Besides, if we flew, you’d be soaked and then some.”
Duo grinned and wrinkled his nose. “There is that. I’d be all night getting my hair dry.”
Heero’s phone rang and he let go of Duo to rumble a “moshi-moshi”.
Duo drifted back to his own desk to finish clearing it off for the weekend, not intending to eavesdrop on Heero’s call. That intention blew up when he heard Heero say sharply, “Raia, why are you whispering? I cannot understand you.”
“Problem?” he mouthed, rejoining the Wyvern. Heero shrugged, intent on the phone.
“Raia, just speak up,” he growled.
“I *can’t*!” Duo heard her say faintly. “He’s sitting right here!”
“Who is?”
“The vampire!”
Heero held the phone away from his ear, glaring at it, then glanced at the French doors where, in spite of the torrential rain, it was clearly still daylight.
“There is a vampire in Q’s anteroom, during daylight hours?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
Heero gave a great sigh. “Well, fuck,” he muttered. “All right; I’ll come down.”
“Hurry up,” Raia demanded. “I don’t like the way he’s staring at my neck.”
Heero closed his phone. “I’m afraid we’re going to be a bit later; do you mind?”
“Are you kidding?! A vampire in Q’s office?! This I have to see!” He grabbed his jacket, bouncing to the doorway in anticipation.
“If it’s who I think it is, he’s not that impressive…” Heero warned sourly.
“Don’t care. I’ve never met a vampire before,” Duo grinned. “Hey, is he going to tell me he ‘vants to suck my bluud’?”
“Not if he knows what’s good for him,” Heero grumbled. “I’ll prune his fangs if he even looks like he wants a taste of you.”
~*~
In Q’s outer office, Raia sat behind her desk, staring at a man sitting primly, eyes downcast, on the brocade sofa. He didn’t look very impressive or even dangerous, but with vampires, who knew? Her wand lay neatly on the desk, only a hairsbreadth from her fingers.
And who knew that a spiritual descendant of Count Dracula would show up wearing scuffed work boots, old jeans, a plaid shirt and a leather jacket that looked fresh off the cow. Dark hair, non-piercing hazel eyes and a somewhat perplexed expression completed the unprepossessing picture. She still wasn’t taking her eyes from the vampire; they weren’t known to be trustworthy.
Heero paused in the doorway to sigh. “Damn it, Ctik; I thought you had things under control.”
The vampire shot to his feet looking so relieved it was almost comical.
“Heero! My friend! Thank you so much for agreeing to see me!” he babbled. He grabbed the Wyvern’s hand, pumping it furiously.
“Yes, yes; not a problem. Raia, why don’t you go ahead and take off? Duo and I will handle this.”
“Sure thing, Heero! Y’all have a wonderful weekend! Um… Nice to have met you, Mr…Ctik.” And she was gone; teleporting out of there as if chased by hounds.
Heero peeled the vampire’s fingers off his hand. “Ctik, I don’t shake hands, remember?”
The vampire looked distressed and immediately babbled out an apology. “So sorry, Heero! I am so upset and confused – it’s a wonder I even remembered to dress myself!”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Sit and you can tell me what earth-shattering mess you’ve managed this time.”
He flung himself back onto the sofa, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I should never have listened to that descendant of mine! The boy is an unprincipled scoundrel!”
“True enough,” agreed Heero, remembering his lone meeting with the multi-great grand-something of the creature before him. Not particularly comfortable for either of them, given the circumstances, but that was years ago. “What’s he done?”
“Oh, my fangs! What hasn’t he done?! He *sold* the property! Sold it! To a *developer*!” He covered his eyes. “He’s going to build a *theme park*.”
Heero blinked. He looked at Duo, who had stayed in the background, being oddly disappointed with his first view of a vampire. (He had really expected something more dramatic, more theatrical, more…Dracula-ish; not this musty-looking laborer.)
“A theme park? Around a gothic mansion?”
“Yes… I told him I wouldn’t stand for it, and he… laughed at me.” He looked up at the Wyvern. “And before you ask, yes, I consulted a solicitor. I am, apparently, screwed. I never should have pretended to die in the 19th century; he said it left me with no legal standing whatsoever.”
“I believe that’s true,” Heero said slowly. “At least with Human laws.” He shook his head. “So, what do you want me to do? A chikan Miles may be, but he is the legal owner of the property. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about the theme park.” He frowned to himself again. A *theme park*?! Great Dragons; the man was an idiot.
Ctik sighed heavily, and waved one hand vaguely. “I wish there had been a guidebook when I was young, with warnings about this sort of thing; perhaps I would not be in this pickle.” He sat up a bit straighter, looking more determined. “Never mind; perhaps I should write one for those who come after.” He glanced past Heero then, spying Duo.
“Oh! I am so sorry! I didn’t even notice you! Heero, why did you let me babble on without introducing your companion?” He scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply in the European fashion. “Ctik Vrostek, at your service.”
Heero made a face, but stood and drew Duo to his feet also.
“Ctik, this is my Chosen, Duo of the Clan Blue Forest. You will not even *think* about the taste of him or I will remove *all* your troubles.”
The vampire looked affronted. “Heero! You know I gave up all that! All those cameras and nosy investigations! No, thank you; I actually prefer the packaged stuff.” He smiled brightly, returning his attention to Duo. “You must be very special to have caught Heero’s eye; he has a reputation as being impossible to please.”
Duo blinked. “Um… Thank you… I’ve never thought of him as… impossible.” A vampire who didn’t drink blood? How the hell did that work?
Heero snorted. “And you are a flatterer. Let’s get back to what you want and why you’re here.” He glanced out the window. “In daylight. How did you manage that?”
The vampire sat down again and reached into his shirt, pulling out a small clay disc on a thong. “Protective charm. It’s like an umbrella against the sun.”
Heero raised one eyebrow. “An anti-sunlight charm? Where did you get that?”
Ctik pinkened slightly. “Um… There was a Wizard… a long time ago… he was very fond of me…” He rubbed the clay talisman between his fingers affectionately. “He made a bunch of them, for emergencies. This seemed like a sensible time to use them.”
Duo couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Don’t you have to sleep during the day?”
“Normally,” Ctik sighed, drooping a bit. “I would only use the charms when traveling or in an emergency, but I am at my wits’ end. I have nowhere to sleep; not safely, anyway.”
“You had a whole box of your earth; what happened?”
“You know how I feel about family… I don’t want to believe it of my own blood…”
“Ctik…”
“I think Miles moved it. Or maybe destroyed it. I just know it’s gone.” He pulled a small pouch from his pocket. “This is all I have left.”
Heero sighed, a hand to his eyes. “I knew I should have made sushi out of that fuckwit,” he muttered under his breath.
Duo stared, appalled. “Your…grandson destroyed your earth?! Fuck! How could he?!”
Heero cast the Banshee a sidelong look. Great; there was that irrational sympathy again. He sighed again, mentally throwing up his hands in surrender. The Banshee was a sweet little thing – never mind that he would be furious if Heero dared to call him ‘sweet’ (or ‘little’) to his face – and he supposed it was all part of the charm. They would just have to solve Ctik’s problem and get him out of here before he became Duo’s new best friend.
“I always thought we were on good terms,” said the vampire rather thoughtfully. “His father was the problem, I thought. Clearly, the apple did not fall as far from the tree as I had hoped. Theodore was a… well, a prick, but he wasn’t blood, so I didn’t really expect anything else. But Miles *is* blood!”
Duo blinked and sat down on the sofa next to Ctik. “What happened with him? Theodore, I mean?”
True to his nature, Ctik couldn’t resist a chance to pour out his life story, or a part of it, at least.
...tbc...
btw... the previous post is courtesy of my roommate, the gay film geek. ^___^
Therefore, I have decided to post the new bit attached to what has gone before. I hope everyone enjoys it; I'll do my best to keep to a Friday schedule, but no promises. ^_~
Duo moved toward the French doors, shivering in his sweater. “Damn, Heero; it’s freaking *pouring* out there! You can’t fly in that, can you?”
Heero joined him, wrapping his arms around his Chosen’s waist as they watched the deluge. Good thing the balcony was of the open-work variety; they’d be standing in rising water if it wasn’t. Might be good to leave a reminder to Maintenance to inspect the roofs. “I could… in a dire, life-threatening emergency, but it would be neither pretty nor graceful and I would not be a happy Dragon on the other end,” he smiled. “We’re not designed for wet weather flying. Our wings can shed an enormous amount of water, but they do absorb some and that leads to stalling. We’ll catch a port home tonight.” He turned the Banshee around to kiss the end of his nose. “Besides, if we flew, you’d be soaked and then some.”
Duo grinned and wrinkled his nose. “There is that. I’d be all night getting my hair dry.”
Heero’s phone rang and he let go of Duo to rumble a “moshi-moshi”.
Duo drifted back to his own desk to finish clearing it off for the weekend, not intending to eavesdrop on Heero’s call. That intention blew up when he heard Heero say sharply, “Raia, why are you whispering? I cannot understand you.”
“Problem?” he mouthed, rejoining the Wyvern. Heero shrugged, intent on the phone.
“Raia, just speak up,” he growled.
“I *can’t*!” Duo heard her say faintly. “He’s sitting right here!”
“Who is?”
“The vampire!”
Heero held the phone away from his ear, glaring at it, then glanced at the French doors where, in spite of the torrential rain, it was clearly still daylight.
“There is a vampire in Q’s anteroom, during daylight hours?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
Heero gave a great sigh. “Well, fuck,” he muttered. “All right; I’ll come down.”
“Hurry up,” Raia demanded. “I don’t like the way he’s staring at my neck.”
Heero closed his phone. “I’m afraid we’re going to be a bit later; do you mind?”
“Are you kidding?! A vampire in Q’s office?! This I have to see!” He grabbed his jacket, bouncing to the doorway in anticipation.
“If it’s who I think it is, he’s not that impressive…” Heero warned sourly.
“Don’t care. I’ve never met a vampire before,” Duo grinned. “Hey, is he going to tell me he ‘vants to suck my bluud’?”
“Not if he knows what’s good for him,” Heero grumbled. “I’ll prune his fangs if he even looks like he wants a taste of you.”
~*~
In Q’s outer office, Raia sat behind her desk, staring at a man sitting primly, eyes downcast, on the brocade sofa. He didn’t look very impressive or even dangerous, but with vampires, who knew? Her wand lay neatly on the desk, only a hairsbreadth from her fingers.
And who knew that a spiritual descendant of Count Dracula would show up wearing scuffed work boots, old jeans, a plaid shirt and a leather jacket that looked fresh off the cow. Dark hair, non-piercing hazel eyes and a somewhat perplexed expression completed the unprepossessing picture. She still wasn’t taking her eyes from the vampire; they weren’t known to be trustworthy.
Heero paused in the doorway to sigh. “Damn it, Ctik; I thought you had things under control.”
The vampire shot to his feet looking so relieved it was almost comical.
“Heero! My friend! Thank you so much for agreeing to see me!” he babbled. He grabbed the Wyvern’s hand, pumping it furiously.
“Yes, yes; not a problem. Raia, why don’t you go ahead and take off? Duo and I will handle this.”
“Sure thing, Heero! Y’all have a wonderful weekend! Um… Nice to have met you, Mr…Ctik.” And she was gone; teleporting out of there as if chased by hounds.
Heero peeled the vampire’s fingers off his hand. “Ctik, I don’t shake hands, remember?”
The vampire looked distressed and immediately babbled out an apology. “So sorry, Heero! I am so upset and confused – it’s a wonder I even remembered to dress myself!”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Sit and you can tell me what earth-shattering mess you’ve managed this time.”
He flung himself back onto the sofa, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “I should never have listened to that descendant of mine! The boy is an unprincipled scoundrel!”
“True enough,” agreed Heero, remembering his lone meeting with the multi-great grand-something of the creature before him. Not particularly comfortable for either of them, given the circumstances, but that was years ago. “What’s he done?”
“Oh, my fangs! What hasn’t he done?! He *sold* the property! Sold it! To a *developer*!” He covered his eyes. “He’s going to build a *theme park*.”
Heero blinked. He looked at Duo, who had stayed in the background, being oddly disappointed with his first view of a vampire. (He had really expected something more dramatic, more theatrical, more…Dracula-ish; not this musty-looking laborer.)
“A theme park? Around a gothic mansion?”
“Yes… I told him I wouldn’t stand for it, and he… laughed at me.” He looked up at the Wyvern. “And before you ask, yes, I consulted a solicitor. I am, apparently, screwed. I never should have pretended to die in the 19th century; he said it left me with no legal standing whatsoever.”
“I believe that’s true,” Heero said slowly. “At least with Human laws.” He shook his head. “So, what do you want me to do? A chikan Miles may be, but he is the legal owner of the property. I don’t think there’s anything I can do about the theme park.” He frowned to himself again. A *theme park*?! Great Dragons; the man was an idiot.
Ctik sighed heavily, and waved one hand vaguely. “I wish there had been a guidebook when I was young, with warnings about this sort of thing; perhaps I would not be in this pickle.” He sat up a bit straighter, looking more determined. “Never mind; perhaps I should write one for those who come after.” He glanced past Heero then, spying Duo.
“Oh! I am so sorry! I didn’t even notice you! Heero, why did you let me babble on without introducing your companion?” He scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply in the European fashion. “Ctik Vrostek, at your service.”
Heero made a face, but stood and drew Duo to his feet also.
“Ctik, this is my Chosen, Duo of the Clan Blue Forest. You will not even *think* about the taste of him or I will remove *all* your troubles.”
The vampire looked affronted. “Heero! You know I gave up all that! All those cameras and nosy investigations! No, thank you; I actually prefer the packaged stuff.” He smiled brightly, returning his attention to Duo. “You must be very special to have caught Heero’s eye; he has a reputation as being impossible to please.”
Duo blinked. “Um… Thank you… I’ve never thought of him as… impossible.” A vampire who didn’t drink blood? How the hell did that work?
Heero snorted. “And you are a flatterer. Let’s get back to what you want and why you’re here.” He glanced out the window. “In daylight. How did you manage that?”
The vampire sat down again and reached into his shirt, pulling out a small clay disc on a thong. “Protective charm. It’s like an umbrella against the sun.”
Heero raised one eyebrow. “An anti-sunlight charm? Where did you get that?”
Ctik pinkened slightly. “Um… There was a Wizard… a long time ago… he was very fond of me…” He rubbed the clay talisman between his fingers affectionately. “He made a bunch of them, for emergencies. This seemed like a sensible time to use them.”
Duo couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer. “Don’t you have to sleep during the day?”
“Normally,” Ctik sighed, drooping a bit. “I would only use the charms when traveling or in an emergency, but I am at my wits’ end. I have nowhere to sleep; not safely, anyway.”
“You had a whole box of your earth; what happened?”
“You know how I feel about family… I don’t want to believe it of my own blood…”
“Ctik…”
“I think Miles moved it. Or maybe destroyed it. I just know it’s gone.” He pulled a small pouch from his pocket. “This is all I have left.”
Heero sighed, a hand to his eyes. “I knew I should have made sushi out of that fuckwit,” he muttered under his breath.
Duo stared, appalled. “Your…grandson destroyed your earth?! Fuck! How could he?!”
Heero cast the Banshee a sidelong look. Great; there was that irrational sympathy again. He sighed again, mentally throwing up his hands in surrender. The Banshee was a sweet little thing – never mind that he would be furious if Heero dared to call him ‘sweet’ (or ‘little’) to his face – and he supposed it was all part of the charm. They would just have to solve Ctik’s problem and get him out of here before he became Duo’s new best friend.
“I always thought we were on good terms,” said the vampire rather thoughtfully. “His father was the problem, I thought. Clearly, the apple did not fall as far from the tree as I had hoped. Theodore was a… well, a prick, but he wasn’t blood, so I didn’t really expect anything else. But Miles *is* blood!”
Duo blinked and sat down on the sofa next to Ctik. “What happened with him? Theodore, I mean?”
True to his nature, Ctik couldn’t resist a chance to pour out his life story, or a part of it, at least.
...tbc...
btw... the previous post is courtesy of my roommate, the gay film geek. ^___^
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Date: 2008-05-16 09:52 pm (UTC)Hey... speaking of gay films? What did the roomie think of the Hildreth piece? Or did you guys get a chance to watch it?
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Date: 2008-05-16 11:07 pm (UTC)Keeping in mind that he is a film snob, he allowed as how it was a "cute little film". I think that means that he enjoyed it, but was somewhat embarrassed to have enjoyed it. ^____^
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Date: 2008-05-17 02:24 pm (UTC)*settles in for a good tale*
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Date: 2008-05-19 04:13 pm (UTC)He's a bit like Mrs Madrigal... O.o
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Date: 2008-05-20 12:26 am (UTC)and Duo's got a new stray. You know, one of these days, collecting strays has really got to pay off some how.
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Date: 2008-05-20 12:36 am (UTC)Love does strange things to Wyverns. ^__^
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:28 pm (UTC)Cute cute cute and lol Heero is so not amused that he sees Duo already fasicnated and bonding *lol*
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Date: 2008-06-06 03:08 pm (UTC)