Sun Dreams
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Written for: glitch_wyatt
Title: Sun Dreams
Characters: Ambrose/Wyatt
Word Count: 1400
A/N: Prompt table: Sweethearts Challenge
I decided that for each prompt I would pick a song that I own on CD to listen to while I came up with the fic.
A/N 2: Not in sequence, sorry. (none of these will be, I don't think) This takes place after Daughter of the Moon, but there will be another ficlet eventually between that and this. However, I am impatient and wished to write the reunion scene.
Prompt: Beginnings
Song: Bells (Venus Hum)
Wyatt watched Ambrose try to fidget without looking like he was fidgeting.
“She’s probably just as nervous about meeting you, you know,” Wyatt offered. He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say or not.
“That’s even worse. I should be the one to put her at ease, here in a strange place, with strange people.”
“We’ll all put her at ease. And you, too. It’ll be OK.”
Ambrose gave up trying not to look in the mirror and looked in the mirror, touching his hair as if to reassure himself that yes, it really had come back in. He moved the collar of his uniform, then put it back where it had been.
“You look nice,” Wyatt said honestly.
Ambrose smiled at him, or tried to. “Thanks. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.”
“Well, you’re not.”
“Is it three yet?” Ambrose asked.
Wyatt knew full well that Ambrose could see the clock from where he was standing just as well as Wyatt could from his chair, and that ‘Is it three yet?’ was some kind of Ambrosian code for ‘I am about to lose it, help me.’
“Close enough. Why don’t we walk down to the courtyard and wait for the car?”
Maybe the fresh air would help calm him down, Wyatt hoped. But he kind of doubted it.
*
They walked outside to the top of the steps and sat down together, to survey the sunny lawns and borders and have a clear view of the drive. Wyatt found he had offered all the comfort he could on the subject of Bella and her impending arrival. In truth, he was a little nervous, too. He didn’t know how the woman would react, or what she would be like, and he feared for Ambrose’s state of mind should things prove stressful.
So they talked of other things, trivial things, sitting close together on the steps, Ambrose’s thigh resting discreetly against his for moral support. It was a warm, pleasant day, and Wyatt didn’t mind spending it here, in the sun on a flight of stairs, waiting.
It wasn’t a car that caught his eye, however. It was someone walking over the hill of the east lawn. A young woman with black hair, and about the same age as DG, but the resemblance ended there. This woman was tall and willowy, her hair long and slightly wavy as it spilled down her front, and she was wearing a blue and white dress that fell just past her knees. There was something about her gait that spoke of a great deal of energy and youthful enthusiasm, even though she also carried herself with a certain regal grace. She reminded Wyatt of nothing so much as a young governess arriving at a manor to tame a pack of wild children with wit and charm.
Wyatt nudged Ambrose’s knee with his own, inclined his head to the east slope. “Look. Is that…?”
Ambrose stood up so fast Wyatt feared for his balance, and hastened to his own feet. Ambrose was down the stairs in a thrice, he’d just stepped onto the crunchy drive when the woman stepped up and bestowed a radiant smile upon him.
”I’m Bella!” she announced, dropping a small valise at her feet. “Please tell me you’re Ambrose because I’ve already bonded to you like a gosling!”
“I knew you’d be a nut,” Ambrose said quietly, and enfolded her in his arms.
*
Wyatt had retreated to his bedchambers, to give the newly introduced kinfolk some time alone for a walk around the grounds. Despite having just walked all the way from the car station ‘because the day called for it’, she’d insisted on touring the gardens with Ambrose.
DG had barged in before he’d had time to peek through the curtains.
“Is that her?” DG demanded, jostling into the window with him.
They watched the two strolling along. Bella was evidently a person who made animated gestures while she spoke, a trait she must’ve gotten from her mother, because Ambrose was walking along with his hands clasped behind his back, looking every inch the proud courtier. The white streak in his hair was delightfully obvious from up here, Wyatt noticed. As he and DG watched, Bella stepped out into a patch of rosemary, spread her arms out and spun around once, face turned to the sun.
“She’s kind of peculiar isn’t she?” DG opined.
“It’s in the genes,” Wyatt replied, amused. He stepped away from the window, but DG was apparently settled in for the whole show.
“She looks like a taller, prettier version of me,” the princess pretended to grouse. “Though I’ve got bigger…”
“DG!”
“What? Eyes! I’ll be honest - I’m so jealous I can’t stand it. What if Glitch never spares me another glance?”
Wyatt recognized a kernel of truth under DG’s crazy banter. “You know, kid, Uncle Glitch is going to be a little busy with his new gosling for a while. But he still loves you just as much.” His voice wavered just a bit as his light banter also turned serious. “You know his brain gets all the limelight, but his heart’s just as big.”
“God, you’ve become a sentimentalist,” DG said tenderly. She left the window and came over to hug Wyatt. “I know Glitch’s heart is big enough for all of us,” she mumbled into his shirt.
*
It wasn’t long before the queen threw a gala ball in honor of the newest member of the family. Ambrose danced with nearly everyone he could persuade onto the floor. He danced with the queen, with DG, with Azkadellia, and with Mrs. McGrew who’d only been coming out to refill the punch bowl. But there wasn’t a dry lash in the ballroom when he danced with his dark-eyed daughter. Bella Luna moved with consummate grace to the crescending music, effortlessly stepping the time in her white shoes that flashed from beneath her long white gown. Her hair was partially swept up, the rest flowed down her back like water, and she wore two ozite hairpins in her hair. One was shaped like a star, the other a crescent moon.
Eventually, Wyatt managed a quiet moment alone with his partner in the corridor, ostensibly so Ambrose could catch his breath, but more so he could wipe his eyes and wait out the trembling that still took him occasionally.
“I’m so happy,” he admitted softly to Wyatt, allowing himself to be steered onto a convenient bench. “To have her and you…” he trailed off, overcome with what it all meant to him.
“We’re pretty happy about it, too,” Wyatt said gently. “She’s a wonderful young woman, you must be proud.”
Ambrose smiled, nodded. “She’s kind of a dreamer, though,” he said, voicing his only concern.
“Like father like daughter,” Wyatt replied at once, and when Ambrose looked surprised it surprised Wyatt that he really didn’t know. “You’re an inventor, Ambrose. You’re the biggest dreamer there is.”
Ambrose laughed a little, letting himself lean into Wyatt’s side. “I don’t always dream about machines, you know,” he offered softly. “Sometimes I dream of you.”
Wyatt’s arm tightened around him. Maybe he was reading too much into the tone of someone who was overly tired. Maybe he wasn’t. Ambrose had been officially recovered for weeks now, and while they shared bedchambers and bed, and had made their declarations months ago, and kissed as much as any other pair of lovers, they were still taking things easy in the hard romance department.
If he hadn’t been quite sure of the tone, he was quite sure of the hand that gracefully traced up his thigh. “Take me home, Wyatt.”
In an annual that had been full of beginnings, they were about to make one more.
Written for: glitch_wyatt
Title: Sun Dreams
Characters: Ambrose/Wyatt
Word Count: 1400
A/N: Prompt table: Sweethearts Challenge
I decided that for each prompt I would pick a song that I own on CD to listen to while I came up with the fic.
A/N 2: Not in sequence, sorry. (none of these will be, I don't think) This takes place after Daughter of the Moon, but there will be another ficlet eventually between that and this. However, I am impatient and wished to write the reunion scene.
Prompt: Beginnings
Song: Bells (Venus Hum)
Wyatt watched Ambrose try to fidget without looking like he was fidgeting.
“She’s probably just as nervous about meeting you, you know,” Wyatt offered. He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say or not.
“That’s even worse. I should be the one to put her at ease, here in a strange place, with strange people.”
“We’ll all put her at ease. And you, too. It’ll be OK.”
Ambrose gave up trying not to look in the mirror and looked in the mirror, touching his hair as if to reassure himself that yes, it really had come back in. He moved the collar of his uniform, then put it back where it had been.
“You look nice,” Wyatt said honestly.
Ambrose smiled at him, or tried to. “Thanks. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.”
“Well, you’re not.”
“Is it three yet?” Ambrose asked.
Wyatt knew full well that Ambrose could see the clock from where he was standing just as well as Wyatt could from his chair, and that ‘Is it three yet?’ was some kind of Ambrosian code for ‘I am about to lose it, help me.’
“Close enough. Why don’t we walk down to the courtyard and wait for the car?”
Maybe the fresh air would help calm him down, Wyatt hoped. But he kind of doubted it.
*
They walked outside to the top of the steps and sat down together, to survey the sunny lawns and borders and have a clear view of the drive. Wyatt found he had offered all the comfort he could on the subject of Bella and her impending arrival. In truth, he was a little nervous, too. He didn’t know how the woman would react, or what she would be like, and he feared for Ambrose’s state of mind should things prove stressful.
So they talked of other things, trivial things, sitting close together on the steps, Ambrose’s thigh resting discreetly against his for moral support. It was a warm, pleasant day, and Wyatt didn’t mind spending it here, in the sun on a flight of stairs, waiting.
It wasn’t a car that caught his eye, however. It was someone walking over the hill of the east lawn. A young woman with black hair, and about the same age as DG, but the resemblance ended there. This woman was tall and willowy, her hair long and slightly wavy as it spilled down her front, and she was wearing a blue and white dress that fell just past her knees. There was something about her gait that spoke of a great deal of energy and youthful enthusiasm, even though she also carried herself with a certain regal grace. She reminded Wyatt of nothing so much as a young governess arriving at a manor to tame a pack of wild children with wit and charm.
Wyatt nudged Ambrose’s knee with his own, inclined his head to the east slope. “Look. Is that…?”
Ambrose stood up so fast Wyatt feared for his balance, and hastened to his own feet. Ambrose was down the stairs in a thrice, he’d just stepped onto the crunchy drive when the woman stepped up and bestowed a radiant smile upon him.
”I’m Bella!” she announced, dropping a small valise at her feet. “Please tell me you’re Ambrose because I’ve already bonded to you like a gosling!”
“I knew you’d be a nut,” Ambrose said quietly, and enfolded her in his arms.
*
Wyatt had retreated to his bedchambers, to give the newly introduced kinfolk some time alone for a walk around the grounds. Despite having just walked all the way from the car station ‘because the day called for it’, she’d insisted on touring the gardens with Ambrose.
DG had barged in before he’d had time to peek through the curtains.
“Is that her?” DG demanded, jostling into the window with him.
They watched the two strolling along. Bella was evidently a person who made animated gestures while she spoke, a trait she must’ve gotten from her mother, because Ambrose was walking along with his hands clasped behind his back, looking every inch the proud courtier. The white streak in his hair was delightfully obvious from up here, Wyatt noticed. As he and DG watched, Bella stepped out into a patch of rosemary, spread her arms out and spun around once, face turned to the sun.
“She’s kind of peculiar isn’t she?” DG opined.
“It’s in the genes,” Wyatt replied, amused. He stepped away from the window, but DG was apparently settled in for the whole show.
“She looks like a taller, prettier version of me,” the princess pretended to grouse. “Though I’ve got bigger…”
“DG!”
“What? Eyes! I’ll be honest - I’m so jealous I can’t stand it. What if Glitch never spares me another glance?”
Wyatt recognized a kernel of truth under DG’s crazy banter. “You know, kid, Uncle Glitch is going to be a little busy with his new gosling for a while. But he still loves you just as much.” His voice wavered just a bit as his light banter also turned serious. “You know his brain gets all the limelight, but his heart’s just as big.”
“God, you’ve become a sentimentalist,” DG said tenderly. She left the window and came over to hug Wyatt. “I know Glitch’s heart is big enough for all of us,” she mumbled into his shirt.
*
It wasn’t long before the queen threw a gala ball in honor of the newest member of the family. Ambrose danced with nearly everyone he could persuade onto the floor. He danced with the queen, with DG, with Azkadellia, and with Mrs. McGrew who’d only been coming out to refill the punch bowl. But there wasn’t a dry lash in the ballroom when he danced with his dark-eyed daughter. Bella Luna moved with consummate grace to the crescending music, effortlessly stepping the time in her white shoes that flashed from beneath her long white gown. Her hair was partially swept up, the rest flowed down her back like water, and she wore two ozite hairpins in her hair. One was shaped like a star, the other a crescent moon.
Eventually, Wyatt managed a quiet moment alone with his partner in the corridor, ostensibly so Ambrose could catch his breath, but more so he could wipe his eyes and wait out the trembling that still took him occasionally.
“I’m so happy,” he admitted softly to Wyatt, allowing himself to be steered onto a convenient bench. “To have her and you…” he trailed off, overcome with what it all meant to him.
“We’re pretty happy about it, too,” Wyatt said gently. “She’s a wonderful young woman, you must be proud.”
Ambrose smiled, nodded. “She’s kind of a dreamer, though,” he said, voicing his only concern.
“Like father like daughter,” Wyatt replied at once, and when Ambrose looked surprised it surprised Wyatt that he really didn’t know. “You’re an inventor, Ambrose. You’re the biggest dreamer there is.”
Ambrose laughed a little, letting himself lean into Wyatt’s side. “I don’t always dream about machines, you know,” he offered softly. “Sometimes I dream of you.”
Wyatt’s arm tightened around him. Maybe he was reading too much into the tone of someone who was overly tired. Maybe he wasn’t. Ambrose had been officially recovered for weeks now, and while they shared bedchambers and bed, and had made their declarations months ago, and kissed as much as any other pair of lovers, they were still taking things easy in the hard romance department.
If he hadn’t been quite sure of the tone, he was quite sure of the hand that gracefully traced up his thigh. “Take me home, Wyatt.”
In an annual that had been full of beginnings, they were about to make one more.