Fic Bit (continues Reflection) (733)
Disclaimer: none of these characters are mine
Rating: gen so far
I don't know if anything'll come about of this, but it's a verse, and it's a start, and if anything turns out a hundred words or over I'm a gonna post it. :)
DG yawned and leaned against the car's flank. “If Glitch doesn’t know where we’re going then why was he so insistent we start at O’God o’clock?” She yawned again, harder this time, making her eyes water in the corners.
Wyatt stuffed the last duffel bag in the trunk of the elderly black vehicle and slammed the hatch shut, glancing at the pale line of gold illuminating the horizon. It was light enough to see, but barely. In truth he didn’t know why Glitch had been so adamant about starting at this early hour, he was more annoyed by the fact that out of the four of them Glitch was the only one late. “Don’t know,” he admitted to DG. “But you’re not on first shift, you can lie down in the back if you want.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Please. I am not twelve.”
He ignored this diplomatically and settled for the exchange of an amused glance with Raw across the hood of the car. He was just about to suggest they walk back to the palace and see if Glitch might still be sleeping, when they spotted a tall, lanky figure hastening up the lane. He was wearing a long coat similar in cut to the one they’d met him in, but it was new, and it bore no royal insignias. It was also green. Glitch had immediately dubbed it ‘the tea coat’ the moment it had arrived from the tailors, for reasons beyond anyone else’s ken. He was also carrying two more duffel bags, and there was a small terrier bounding along beside him, to whom Glitch was chattering away in some sort of one-sided conversation.
Wyatt wasn’t sure if Tutor was just seeing Glitch off or coming along, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it maybe being the latter. The old man had gone a bit off his rocker after the eclipse, refusing to change out of dog shape ever again. To this day neither the queen nor her husband had even seen Teodore in human form since the Reunification.
As they drew closer, Glitch gave the waiting party a smile and a nod, and quickened his pace even further. “Sorry!” he called out, his voice startlingly loud in the stillness of the pale blue hour. “I meant to bring pastries, then I got to talking with the queen, and Toto’s coming with us!”
Perhaps sensing Wyatt's feelings on the matter, DG murmured, “He won’t take up much room.”
He glanced at Raw, who nodded very slightly. Convinced he was traveling with the softest bunch of hearts in the realm, Wyatt said nothing about the unexpected addition to their party. It wasn’t like they were doing much more than going on an extended camping trip anyway. And as the kid had said, one small dog wouldn’t take up much room.
Glitch arrived in a fluster of coat hems and impractical sleeves. Wyatt opened the already packed trunk again. “I’m not sure it’s going to…”
Glitch tossed the two bags on top of the heap and mashed it all down.
“….fit,” he finished.
Glitch shooed him back from the trunk and took over the hatch, which he slammed down, and glanced at Wyatt with triumph. “Was that so hard?” he smiled. He strode for the front passenger side of the car. “I’m calling shotgun this time, Princess, sorry,” he told her, ducking into the door.
DG smiled. “You snooze, you lose,” she conceded gracefully. She took the left back seat, Raw took the right, Toto bounded in and landed between them. Wyatt settled behind the wheel. He started the engine, glad to see that morning was lightening the world around them with every passing minute.
They were just trundling up Route 3, past the ponderous gates, when they passed another vehicle heading towards the palace. In contrast to their own dark and dusty vehicle, the newcomer was polished to a high silver shine. They couldn’t make anything out of who was inside, for the windows were darkly tinted.
The new advisor and his entourage, come earlier than announced to the general public, Wyatt realized. Glitch must’ve known, hence his desire for an early start. He glanced at his companion, but Glitch was busy plucking a loose thread off his cuff, and seemed oblivious and unconcerned. Wyatt didn’t ask which direction they should go, he just drove. He figured that right now ‘away’ was as good a direction as any.
Rating: gen so far
I don't know if anything'll come about of this, but it's a verse, and it's a start, and if anything turns out a hundred words or over I'm a gonna post it. :)
DG yawned and leaned against the car's flank. “If Glitch doesn’t know where we’re going then why was he so insistent we start at O’God o’clock?” She yawned again, harder this time, making her eyes water in the corners.
Wyatt stuffed the last duffel bag in the trunk of the elderly black vehicle and slammed the hatch shut, glancing at the pale line of gold illuminating the horizon. It was light enough to see, but barely. In truth he didn’t know why Glitch had been so adamant about starting at this early hour, he was more annoyed by the fact that out of the four of them Glitch was the only one late. “Don’t know,” he admitted to DG. “But you’re not on first shift, you can lie down in the back if you want.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Please. I am not twelve.”
He ignored this diplomatically and settled for the exchange of an amused glance with Raw across the hood of the car. He was just about to suggest they walk back to the palace and see if Glitch might still be sleeping, when they spotted a tall, lanky figure hastening up the lane. He was wearing a long coat similar in cut to the one they’d met him in, but it was new, and it bore no royal insignias. It was also green. Glitch had immediately dubbed it ‘the tea coat’ the moment it had arrived from the tailors, for reasons beyond anyone else’s ken. He was also carrying two more duffel bags, and there was a small terrier bounding along beside him, to whom Glitch was chattering away in some sort of one-sided conversation.
Wyatt wasn’t sure if Tutor was just seeing Glitch off or coming along, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it maybe being the latter. The old man had gone a bit off his rocker after the eclipse, refusing to change out of dog shape ever again. To this day neither the queen nor her husband had even seen Teodore in human form since the Reunification.
As they drew closer, Glitch gave the waiting party a smile and a nod, and quickened his pace even further. “Sorry!” he called out, his voice startlingly loud in the stillness of the pale blue hour. “I meant to bring pastries, then I got to talking with the queen, and Toto’s coming with us!”
Perhaps sensing Wyatt's feelings on the matter, DG murmured, “He won’t take up much room.”
He glanced at Raw, who nodded very slightly. Convinced he was traveling with the softest bunch of hearts in the realm, Wyatt said nothing about the unexpected addition to their party. It wasn’t like they were doing much more than going on an extended camping trip anyway. And as the kid had said, one small dog wouldn’t take up much room.
Glitch arrived in a fluster of coat hems and impractical sleeves. Wyatt opened the already packed trunk again. “I’m not sure it’s going to…”
Glitch tossed the two bags on top of the heap and mashed it all down.
“….fit,” he finished.
Glitch shooed him back from the trunk and took over the hatch, which he slammed down, and glanced at Wyatt with triumph. “Was that so hard?” he smiled. He strode for the front passenger side of the car. “I’m calling shotgun this time, Princess, sorry,” he told her, ducking into the door.
DG smiled. “You snooze, you lose,” she conceded gracefully. She took the left back seat, Raw took the right, Toto bounded in and landed between them. Wyatt settled behind the wheel. He started the engine, glad to see that morning was lightening the world around them with every passing minute.
They were just trundling up Route 3, past the ponderous gates, when they passed another vehicle heading towards the palace. In contrast to their own dark and dusty vehicle, the newcomer was polished to a high silver shine. They couldn’t make anything out of who was inside, for the windows were darkly tinted.
The new advisor and his entourage, come earlier than announced to the general public, Wyatt realized. Glitch must’ve known, hence his desire for an early start. He glanced at his companion, but Glitch was busy plucking a loose thread off his cuff, and seemed oblivious and unconcerned. Wyatt didn’t ask which direction they should go, he just drove. He figured that right now ‘away’ was as good a direction as any.