In Spades 5c/??
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October 16 2011, 17:45:40 UTC
“There's enough for now. I'll come back for the rest later.”
“That doesn't... Sure, okay.”
“Here you go!” Alfred handed over the familiar warm mug, and Matthew sipped at the hated contents, hiding his grimaces of distaste.
Not having to drink that stuff every day? Yeah right. Matthew would believe it when he saw it.
*****
“Hey. Mattie.” Alfred gently shook his dozing brother's shoulder. “We're here.”
“Hm?” Matthew stirred, blinking his eyes open.
“We're here.” Alfred scooted out of the cart, then helped Matthew out, holding him close. “Doing okay?”
“I'm fine,” Matthew said distantly, staring up at the palace.
“You've seen it before,” Alfred reminded him with a laugh. “We looked at it when we were little!”
“Not this close.” Matthew gulped. “And not with the intention of going inside.”
“It's pretty. What I remember of it, anyway, I was kind of in a daze.” And rather worried about being killed, but Mattie didn't need to know about that.
“Will they just... let us in? I don't look too good, I need a bath and a shave and better clothes and-”
“You'll be fine!” Alfred laughed again. “And who says you need a shave, Peachfuzz?”
“What did you call me?”
“They'll let us in, come on.”
The doors were opened for them with no opposition, fortunately. Not that Alfred had really been expecting a problem. Matthew fell silent as he was helped through the fancy hallway, looking this way and that at the decor, eyes wide.
He had to stop and ask directions a couple times, but Alfred finally found his way back to the room that had been assigned to them. “Here we are.”
“Good gods,” Matthew breathed. “This is for us?”
“This is our room.” He helped Matthew to one of the beds - the one he and Arthur had not used. He was sorely tempted to give his brother the bed he really wanted to not touch again, but couldn't bring himself to do that to Mattie. Ew.
“But it's...”
“I know.” Alfred smiled at him. “I'll go get our things from the cart.”
“Are you sure it's okay for us to be in here?”
“I'm sure.”
“I can't believe they would give this to us just because...”
“Oh, I'm sure there are various reasons for wanting us to live here.” Alfred winked. “Easier for me to work at night, for one thing.”
“At night?”
“Checking on the horses and whatever. Nobody else wants to.”
“Oh.”
There! An excuse for disappearing nights. Alfred was rather proud of that one. “Okay, I'll go now and-”
“Hello?” A newcomer knocked on the open door as he peeked in. His hair was blond, but that was the most common Spades color, and his eyes were a warm brown. He wore a white beret on his head, and the silver cross pin at his throat that denoted those in the medical field.
The brothers stared at him.
“I heard you had arrived, I was supposed to meet you.” He stepped into the room, his smile friendly. “I'm Tino, one of the palace physicians.”
Alfred swallowed. So it really was true. He quickly mumbled an introduction, and excused himself to fetch their things so that Tino could get to know Matthew better.
*****
“Hello,” Alfred mumbled, shutting the door behind him with his foot, wishing he could barricade it. The very thought of Matthew roaming around and spying them... That wasn't possible now, but what about when he was better? Alfred should have requested separate bedrooms for them, less suspicious when he disappeared each night, though hopefully Matthew would believe the excuse he had planted. Maybe once Matthew was well it would seem natural for them to have their own rooms? That would make things easier, even if the thought of living alone seemed strange.
“You seem preoccupied,” Arthur said. He was seated atop a pile of fluffy blankets on an ornately carved bed. The rest of the room was just as fancy, almost sickeningly opulent. The Queen was already naked, pale body in sharp contrast to the ever-present blue of the bedding.
“Oh, no, just thinking.” Alfred rubbed the back of his neck. He looked around nervously “Wow, nice place. Hey, are those naked people?”
“That doesn't... Sure, okay.”
“Here you go!” Alfred handed over the familiar warm mug, and Matthew sipped at the hated contents, hiding his grimaces of distaste.
Not having to drink that stuff every day? Yeah right. Matthew would believe it when he saw it.
*****
“Hey. Mattie.” Alfred gently shook his dozing brother's shoulder. “We're here.”
“Hm?” Matthew stirred, blinking his eyes open.
“We're here.” Alfred scooted out of the cart, then helped Matthew out, holding him close. “Doing okay?”
“I'm fine,” Matthew said distantly, staring up at the palace.
“You've seen it before,” Alfred reminded him with a laugh. “We looked at it when we were little!”
“Not this close.” Matthew gulped. “And not with the intention of going inside.”
“It's pretty. What I remember of it, anyway, I was kind of in a daze.” And rather worried about being killed, but Mattie didn't need to know about that.
“Will they just... let us in? I don't look too good, I need a bath and a shave and better clothes and-”
“You'll be fine!” Alfred laughed again. “And who says you need a shave, Peachfuzz?”
“What did you call me?”
“They'll let us in, come on.”
The doors were opened for them with no opposition, fortunately. Not that Alfred had really been expecting a problem. Matthew fell silent as he was helped through the fancy hallway, looking this way and that at the decor, eyes wide.
He had to stop and ask directions a couple times, but Alfred finally found his way back to the room that had been assigned to them. “Here we are.”
“Good gods,” Matthew breathed. “This is for us?”
“This is our room.” He helped Matthew to one of the beds - the one he and Arthur had not used. He was sorely tempted to give his brother the bed he really wanted to not touch again, but couldn't bring himself to do that to Mattie. Ew.
“But it's...”
“I know.” Alfred smiled at him. “I'll go get our things from the cart.”
“Are you sure it's okay for us to be in here?”
“I'm sure.”
“I can't believe they would give this to us just because...”
“Oh, I'm sure there are various reasons for wanting us to live here.” Alfred winked. “Easier for me to work at night, for one thing.”
“At night?”
“Checking on the horses and whatever. Nobody else wants to.”
“Oh.”
There! An excuse for disappearing nights. Alfred was rather proud of that one. “Okay, I'll go now and-”
“Hello?” A newcomer knocked on the open door as he peeked in. His hair was blond, but that was the most common Spades color, and his eyes were a warm brown. He wore a white beret on his head, and the silver cross pin at his throat that denoted those in the medical field.
The brothers stared at him.
“I heard you had arrived, I was supposed to meet you.” He stepped into the room, his smile friendly. “I'm Tino, one of the palace physicians.”
Alfred swallowed. So it really was true. He quickly mumbled an introduction, and excused himself to fetch their things so that Tino could get to know Matthew better.
*****
“Hello,” Alfred mumbled, shutting the door behind him with his foot, wishing he could barricade it. The very thought of Matthew roaming around and spying them... That wasn't possible now, but what about when he was better? Alfred should have requested separate bedrooms for them, less suspicious when he disappeared each night, though hopefully Matthew would believe the excuse he had planted. Maybe once Matthew was well it would seem natural for them to have their own rooms? That would make things easier, even if the thought of living alone seemed strange.
“You seem preoccupied,” Arthur said. He was seated atop a pile of fluffy blankets on an ornately carved bed. The rest of the room was just as fancy, almost sickeningly opulent. The Queen was already naked, pale body in sharp contrast to the ever-present blue of the bedding.
“Oh, no, just thinking.” Alfred rubbed the back of his neck. He looked around nervously “Wow, nice place. Hey, are those naked people?”
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