DegSep Ficlet
This was written to exorcise some plotbunnies about Jean, Anderson, and the Merovingian. It evolved into a writing experiment - could I write a ficlet where the mood and Jean's actions revealed what he was thinking?
There are only two places where Jean's thoughts are revealed in this ficlet. I personally think that's two too many, but I couldn't find a way to impart that information without using Jean's thoughts. I'm not entirely sure how much they add to the story, either.
To my readers: Please give me feedback on what the mood and the characters' actions tell you about what is going on in their heads. I know what happened, but I would like to know how well I imparted that. (Hell, I'd like to know how well I set up the mood of the story.
There is also a bonus question at the end of the ficlet. *grins*
The reason I'm not posting this to the DegSep community is that this hasn't been roleplayed out yet, and this set of events may never come to pass. There's also no real title, but I like this song and I think it will work.
Edit: Changed Two's line.
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Jean extricated himself from the Merovingian's embrace and stood naked in the dark room. Behind him, the older program murmurred sleepily in French and shifted on the massive bed. The Agent made a mental note to send Ref to him.
He slowly gathered up his clothes from where they were strewn on the floor. When he picked up his skirt, he stared at it as if he had never seen it before. Gradually, his vision shifted from the simulation of the physical world to stare directly at the code itself. It streamed past unheeded until Jean pulled himself back.
He dressed himself slowly, then glanced at one of the many mirrors. His makeup had smeared. He would need to redo it. He reached up to remove his sunglasses, but his hand stilled with his fingers wrapped around the frames. He could check the eyeshadow in his room.
Jean deliberately wiped away his smeared lipstick.
The door didn't make a sound when he slipped through it. Unfortunately, the antechamber to the Merovingian's bedroom was not empty.
The white-skinned twins looked up from their game. "Agents and their sunglasses," one of them purred.
"Did he fuck you with those on?" the second queried. They gave Jean razor-blade smiles as the Agent walked to the outer door.
***
Jean leaned his forehead against the outside of his own door. Ref would not go to the Merovingian. He did not know how the older program would react to waking up alone. His own research into sexuality showed that most people found such a situation unpleasant.
The Agent pushed open the door to his room and stepped inside.
Agent Anderson stood near the far wall in a typical Combat Unit looming pose. "Where have you been?"
"Learning something," Jean said as he strode over to his vanity. He set his sunglasses down and studied the damage to his eye makeup. Every bit of it was intact.
In the mirror, he saw Anderson nod and step away from the wall. "Micheals asked me to wait up for you."
Jean raised as an eyebrow as the other Agent approached. "Why?"
"I do not know." Anderson smiled at Jean in the mirror and put a hand on his shoulder. With an inducement of added pressure, he encouraged the smaller Agent to turn towards him.
Jean smiled up at Anderson. The Combat Unit had such beautiful green eyes.
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Now, then, did anyone pay attention to the sunglasses?
There are only two places where Jean's thoughts are revealed in this ficlet. I personally think that's two too many, but I couldn't find a way to impart that information without using Jean's thoughts. I'm not entirely sure how much they add to the story, either.
To my readers: Please give me feedback on what the mood and the characters' actions tell you about what is going on in their heads. I know what happened, but I would like to know how well I imparted that. (Hell, I'd like to know how well I set up the mood of the story.
There is also a bonus question at the end of the ficlet. *grins*
The reason I'm not posting this to the DegSep community is that this hasn't been roleplayed out yet, and this set of events may never come to pass. There's also no real title, but I like this song and I think it will work.
Edit: Changed Two's line.
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Jean extricated himself from the Merovingian's embrace and stood naked in the dark room. Behind him, the older program murmurred sleepily in French and shifted on the massive bed. The Agent made a mental note to send Ref to him.
He slowly gathered up his clothes from where they were strewn on the floor. When he picked up his skirt, he stared at it as if he had never seen it before. Gradually, his vision shifted from the simulation of the physical world to stare directly at the code itself. It streamed past unheeded until Jean pulled himself back.
He dressed himself slowly, then glanced at one of the many mirrors. His makeup had smeared. He would need to redo it. He reached up to remove his sunglasses, but his hand stilled with his fingers wrapped around the frames. He could check the eyeshadow in his room.
Jean deliberately wiped away his smeared lipstick.
The door didn't make a sound when he slipped through it. Unfortunately, the antechamber to the Merovingian's bedroom was not empty.
The white-skinned twins looked up from their game. "Agents and their sunglasses," one of them purred.
"Did he fuck you with those on?" the second queried. They gave Jean razor-blade smiles as the Agent walked to the outer door.
***
Jean leaned his forehead against the outside of his own door. Ref would not go to the Merovingian. He did not know how the older program would react to waking up alone. His own research into sexuality showed that most people found such a situation unpleasant.
The Agent pushed open the door to his room and stepped inside.
Agent Anderson stood near the far wall in a typical Combat Unit looming pose. "Where have you been?"
"Learning something," Jean said as he strode over to his vanity. He set his sunglasses down and studied the damage to his eye makeup. Every bit of it was intact.
In the mirror, he saw Anderson nod and step away from the wall. "Micheals asked me to wait up for you."
Jean raised as an eyebrow as the other Agent approached. "Why?"
"I do not know." Anderson smiled at Jean in the mirror and put a hand on his shoulder. With an inducement of added pressure, he encouraged the smaller Agent to turn towards him.
Jean smiled up at Anderson. The Combat Unit had such beautiful green eyes.
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Now, then, did anyone pay attention to the sunglasses?