TFT: Oceans to Drown
Fandom: The Fionavar Tapestry
Main characters: Diarmuid, Coll
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Diarmuid/Coll
Contains: Crossdressing (as in canon)
Rating: PG
Summary: Nothing about Diarmuid should surprise Coll. For
overlooked.
Diarmuid really does look like a girl, Coll thinks. This can't be the first time he's dressed up like this, partly because of how at ease with it he is, and partly because Coll is pretty sure you don't learn to manage skirts in an eyeblink -- though that said, Diarmuid probably could. Coll hasn't noticed anything much that Diarmuid isn't pretty good at. More than pretty good, even. It's not like his brother, who does everything with steely determination and gritted teeth, doing it perfectly first time but obviously needing to, obviously ready to work as hard as needs be. Diarmuid does things and makes it look like an accident, like he isn't really trying.
Even when wearing skirts.
The only flaw in Diarmuid's plan so far is the way the girls reacted when he started to take the dress off to swim.
"They wouldn't have been much fun anyway," Diarmuid says, lightly. He sits down beside Coll again, arranging his skirts with an almost prim expression, and then ruins it with a grin. "Are all the girls around here so uptight?"
"I wouldn't know."
"We'll have to try again later." There's a glint in Diarmuid's eyes that already Coll's coming to know very well. He can't help but grin back at Diarmuid, can't help but know that Diarmuid will try again, and that he will be beside him when he does, and that no matter what Diarmuid tries to do, he's going to have to follow. It doesn't take a Seer to read the shape of those threads on the loom.
The more disquieting thought is that right now, Coll would like to touch him. He'd like to think it's just a confused reaction to Diarmuid wearing that dress. Diarmuid makes a surprisingly pretty girl -- although, on second thoughts, there's nothing surprising about it. Coll also thinks that, probably, he'd react the same to Diarmuid anyway. He also guesses that he isn't the first or the last.
"You can, you know," Diarmuid says. Coll's eyes snap up to meet his, to search his shadowy face in the half-light. The prince snickers a little. "I didn't read your mind, it's just, you're looking at me like you want to eat me up. Doesn't look like it scared you away when I started to strip."
Coll has nothing to say to that, but the glitter in Diarmuid's eyes leaves him not entirely unprepared when Diarmuid suddenly leans forward, kissing him on the mouth. He doesn't entirely expect his own reaction -- his hands fly up to Diarmuid's face, his hair, and he's moving closer without thought -- but Coll thinks afterwards that he should have known, should have guessed how it would go. Diarmuid tastes like the sea, a sea for Coll to drown in, and no metaphors about his ships can help him with this ocean.
Main characters: Diarmuid, Coll
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Diarmuid/Coll
Contains: Crossdressing (as in canon)
Rating: PG
Summary: Nothing about Diarmuid should surprise Coll. For
overlooked.
Diarmuid really does look like a girl, Coll thinks. This can't be the first time he's dressed up like this, partly because of how at ease with it he is, and partly because Coll is pretty sure you don't learn to manage skirts in an eyeblink -- though that said, Diarmuid probably could. Coll hasn't noticed anything much that Diarmuid isn't pretty good at. More than pretty good, even. It's not like his brother, who does everything with steely determination and gritted teeth, doing it perfectly first time but obviously needing to, obviously ready to work as hard as needs be. Diarmuid does things and makes it look like an accident, like he isn't really trying.
Even when wearing skirts.
The only flaw in Diarmuid's plan so far is the way the girls reacted when he started to take the dress off to swim.
"They wouldn't have been much fun anyway," Diarmuid says, lightly. He sits down beside Coll again, arranging his skirts with an almost prim expression, and then ruins it with a grin. "Are all the girls around here so uptight?"
"I wouldn't know."
"We'll have to try again later." There's a glint in Diarmuid's eyes that already Coll's coming to know very well. He can't help but grin back at Diarmuid, can't help but know that Diarmuid will try again, and that he will be beside him when he does, and that no matter what Diarmuid tries to do, he's going to have to follow. It doesn't take a Seer to read the shape of those threads on the loom.
The more disquieting thought is that right now, Coll would like to touch him. He'd like to think it's just a confused reaction to Diarmuid wearing that dress. Diarmuid makes a surprisingly pretty girl -- although, on second thoughts, there's nothing surprising about it. Coll also thinks that, probably, he'd react the same to Diarmuid anyway. He also guesses that he isn't the first or the last.
"You can, you know," Diarmuid says. Coll's eyes snap up to meet his, to search his shadowy face in the half-light. The prince snickers a little. "I didn't read your mind, it's just, you're looking at me like you want to eat me up. Doesn't look like it scared you away when I started to strip."
Coll has nothing to say to that, but the glitter in Diarmuid's eyes leaves him not entirely unprepared when Diarmuid suddenly leans forward, kissing him on the mouth. He doesn't entirely expect his own reaction -- his hands fly up to Diarmuid's face, his hair, and he's moving closer without thought -- but Coll thinks afterwards that he should have known, should have guessed how it would go. Diarmuid tastes like the sea, a sea for Coll to drown in, and no metaphors about his ships can help him with this ocean.