[Fic] [Round 2] Degrees of Hopelessness, G
Late for the deadline, but I still wanted to post!
Title: Degrees of Hopelessness
Author/Artist: crystaltear
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Yuuri
Word Count: 766
Rating: G
Any Warnings: Semi- fluffy
Theme/Prompt being used: Picture
Notes: Dedicated for those of us that noticed and loved the fact that even though Gunter and Wolfram are pulling at Yuuri in colored dresses, Conrad's the one with the bouquet.
Added note about Yellow Tulips - Yellow Tulips have two meanings: 'A hopeless love that has no chance of reconciliation' and 'There is sunshine in your smile.' Tulips in any color are supposed to signify a gift from the perfect lover.
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Yuuri is tugging at his bowtie as he makes his way down the maze of hallways of his castle; the material of the tie keeps rubbing against his jaw and making him itchy. The temperature also seems to be getting warmer with each passing moment, and he puts the blame on the stupid white tux with seven million layers. It must certainly be the tux, and not the nervousness that is trying to curl around his stomach. Whose idea was this anyway? If it had been up to him, he would be getting married in his usual attire. However, the white tuxedo is a compromise; it placates both Cheri and his mother enough to dull the disappointment that he will not be wearing a dress.
He turns the last corner and can see Gunter and Wolfram in the distance, both dressed in...well, dresses. And gloves. And Garters. And Yuuri moves quickly not to be seen, shuffling down the last hallway to his desired destination. The display in the hallway shows him that some of the other males in his guard had not been so lucky in avoiding Cheri and his mother. Or perhaps they had volunteered, but he does not want to think about that. He just hopes that Gwendal is able to avoid wearing anything frilly, because he never wants to see that. Their voices are escalating as he takes each step, and he can hear something about escorting him down the aisle before he shuts them out completely. He really does not want to know.
Shaking his head, he opens the door and enters, making sure to shut it firmly behind him.
Conrad Weller is standing in front of the large bow window of the room, his crisp black suit molding to his body as well as his uniform. In his hands is a large bouquet of yellow tulips, and he pauses to gaze at them thoughtfully as he turns his head from the window to the room's new occupant.
"I didn't know anybody would be carrying a bouquet," Yuuri grins, stepping over to Conrad's side of the room and sitting in the chair near the window.
"You're the one wearing white," the other man retorts with a playful smile. "I thought the ritual is that the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding?"
Yuuri snorts. "Good thing there aren't any brides then." He adjusts himself in the seat, making sure not to wrinkle the long, annoying tails of his coat. "They're tulips, right?"
"Yes. I thought they might be nice on the altar rather than in someone's hands," Conrad continues, eyeing the flowers once again. He is quiet for a moment, weighing something in his mind. "Yellow tulips are supposed to symbolize a hopeless love, or so I've read."
He glances over at Yuuri with a knowing smile. Yuuri responds as expected, a newly-formed frown adorning his face. "Why would you want flowers that represent hopelessness?"
"Hopelessness has more than one meaning. I think it's a fitting symbol for our relationship, past and present."
Yuuri cocks his head to the side. "I suppose you're right." During his first years in Shin Makoku, Conrad was the support he most needed during that time of change. It was an innocent love he felt then, a far cry from having any romantic intentions attached. It was only later, when he became willing and able to be independent enough to support himself, that tendrils of romantic feelings could begin to entangle him.
Conrad places the flowers down on the sill, whatever heaviness on his mind forgotten, and he brings himself behind the chair Yuuri is sitting in. He leans over Yuuri, wrapping his arms around slim shoulders and dropping his chin into fine black hair.
"Careful, you'll wrinkle this ridiculous jacket, and then we'll never hear the end of it."
"You're nervous." It is not a question.
The younger man makes a noise that is somewhere between a snort and a sigh. "You know I hate these things. I'm bound to trip on the rug or end up declaring a duel or something equally stupid."
"So why don't you cancel it?"
"Because everyone would try to kill me. And I want to make it official. And oh yeah, I love you, or something like that." He tilts his head back, meeting Conrad's gaze and matching the other man's smile. "I guess that makes me hopeless, right?"
"Most definitely."
And as quickly as that, Yuuri's unease is subsiding and he is, without a word of reassurance, reminded why this is so right.
Title: Degrees of Hopelessness
Author/Artist: crystaltear
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Yuuri
Word Count: 766
Rating: G
Any Warnings: Semi- fluffy
Theme/Prompt being used: Picture
Notes: Dedicated for those of us that noticed and loved the fact that even though Gunter and Wolfram are pulling at Yuuri in colored dresses, Conrad's the one with the bouquet.
Added note about Yellow Tulips - Yellow Tulips have two meanings: 'A hopeless love that has no chance of reconciliation' and 'There is sunshine in your smile.' Tulips in any color are supposed to signify a gift from the perfect lover.
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Yuuri is tugging at his bowtie as he makes his way down the maze of hallways of his castle; the material of the tie keeps rubbing against his jaw and making him itchy. The temperature also seems to be getting warmer with each passing moment, and he puts the blame on the stupid white tux with seven million layers. It must certainly be the tux, and not the nervousness that is trying to curl around his stomach. Whose idea was this anyway? If it had been up to him, he would be getting married in his usual attire. However, the white tuxedo is a compromise; it placates both Cheri and his mother enough to dull the disappointment that he will not be wearing a dress.
He turns the last corner and can see Gunter and Wolfram in the distance, both dressed in...well, dresses. And gloves. And Garters. And Yuuri moves quickly not to be seen, shuffling down the last hallway to his desired destination. The display in the hallway shows him that some of the other males in his guard had not been so lucky in avoiding Cheri and his mother. Or perhaps they had volunteered, but he does not want to think about that. He just hopes that Gwendal is able to avoid wearing anything frilly, because he never wants to see that. Their voices are escalating as he takes each step, and he can hear something about escorting him down the aisle before he shuts them out completely. He really does not want to know.
Shaking his head, he opens the door and enters, making sure to shut it firmly behind him.
Conrad Weller is standing in front of the large bow window of the room, his crisp black suit molding to his body as well as his uniform. In his hands is a large bouquet of yellow tulips, and he pauses to gaze at them thoughtfully as he turns his head from the window to the room's new occupant.
"I didn't know anybody would be carrying a bouquet," Yuuri grins, stepping over to Conrad's side of the room and sitting in the chair near the window.
"You're the one wearing white," the other man retorts with a playful smile. "I thought the ritual is that the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding?"
Yuuri snorts. "Good thing there aren't any brides then." He adjusts himself in the seat, making sure not to wrinkle the long, annoying tails of his coat. "They're tulips, right?"
"Yes. I thought they might be nice on the altar rather than in someone's hands," Conrad continues, eyeing the flowers once again. He is quiet for a moment, weighing something in his mind. "Yellow tulips are supposed to symbolize a hopeless love, or so I've read."
He glances over at Yuuri with a knowing smile. Yuuri responds as expected, a newly-formed frown adorning his face. "Why would you want flowers that represent hopelessness?"
"Hopelessness has more than one meaning. I think it's a fitting symbol for our relationship, past and present."
Yuuri cocks his head to the side. "I suppose you're right." During his first years in Shin Makoku, Conrad was the support he most needed during that time of change. It was an innocent love he felt then, a far cry from having any romantic intentions attached. It was only later, when he became willing and able to be independent enough to support himself, that tendrils of romantic feelings could begin to entangle him.
Conrad places the flowers down on the sill, whatever heaviness on his mind forgotten, and he brings himself behind the chair Yuuri is sitting in. He leans over Yuuri, wrapping his arms around slim shoulders and dropping his chin into fine black hair.
"Careful, you'll wrinkle this ridiculous jacket, and then we'll never hear the end of it."
"You're nervous." It is not a question.
The younger man makes a noise that is somewhere between a snort and a sigh. "You know I hate these things. I'm bound to trip on the rug or end up declaring a duel or something equally stupid."
"So why don't you cancel it?"
"Because everyone would try to kill me. And I want to make it official. And oh yeah, I love you, or something like that." He tilts his head back, meeting Conrad's gaze and matching the other man's smile. "I guess that makes me hopeless, right?"
"Most definitely."
And as quickly as that, Yuuri's unease is subsiding and he is, without a word of reassurance, reminded why this is so right.