My Lips Are Sealed (Howl’s Moving Castle, Calcifer and Howl, Theme #18; exposed)
Title: My Lips Are Sealed
Fandom: Howl’s Moving Castle
Subject: Calcifer and Howl
Theme(s): Theme #18, exposed
Disclaimer: Howl’s Moving Castle is a fantasy novel written by Diana Wynne Jones and I think you should read it. :D Or you could go watch the movie version by Studio Ghibli. Then drool over Howl. ♥
Summer nights in the castle felt like a swamp. Not only was it hot and stuffy, but the usually arid castle was humid. From sun up to well-past midnight, the atmosphere in the castle would remain this way until at least two in the morning, leaving Howl with roughly six hours of sleep before he awoke to the dampness of his sheets, covered in sweat.
And living with Calcifer did not make the situation better for Calcifer thrived in this type of weather (save for the part involving humidity). If it was a scorching 90 degrees outside in town square, it would be at least 20 degrees warmer inside the castle. Because of this, Howl took up the habit of going out early in the evening and normally he would not return until early morning.
This was one of those nights.
Casually strolling into the castle, Howl burst into the door, creating ruckus to announce his return home. He slammed the door, whistled loudly, and knocked into pile of potion bottles, scattering them onto the dusty floor.
“Calcifer, I’m home!”
“Howl, I was sleeping. Can’t you be a little quieter when--”
“Nonsense, I was as quiet as a mouse!”
Peeling his light jacket from his shoulders and hastily unbuttoning his white dress shirt, Howl stripped into his skivvies and grabbed a dirty cup before filling it with water. He drank in large gulps, downing two cups before he noticed Calcifer staring at him.
“What is it, ol’ flame? Are you astounded by my amazing body? Would you like me to take off my undergarments as well?” He mused.
“Not that, it’s just that... what’s that on your neck? It looks like a leech caught onto your neck? And is that perfume I smell?” Calcifer stared at the reddish mark on Howl’s neck as Howl laughed loudly.
“Hardly!” Howl began walking up the stairs, taking a bar of ice cream from the freezer with him.
“Then what is it?”
Howl laughed again; his lips were sealed.
Fandom: Howl’s Moving Castle
Subject: Calcifer and Howl
Theme(s): Theme #18, exposed
Disclaimer: Howl’s Moving Castle is a fantasy novel written by Diana Wynne Jones and I think you should read it. :D Or you could go watch the movie version by Studio Ghibli. Then drool over Howl. ♥
Summer nights in the castle felt like a swamp. Not only was it hot and stuffy, but the usually arid castle was humid. From sun up to well-past midnight, the atmosphere in the castle would remain this way until at least two in the morning, leaving Howl with roughly six hours of sleep before he awoke to the dampness of his sheets, covered in sweat.
And living with Calcifer did not make the situation better for Calcifer thrived in this type of weather (save for the part involving humidity). If it was a scorching 90 degrees outside in town square, it would be at least 20 degrees warmer inside the castle. Because of this, Howl took up the habit of going out early in the evening and normally he would not return until early morning.
This was one of those nights.
Casually strolling into the castle, Howl burst into the door, creating ruckus to announce his return home. He slammed the door, whistled loudly, and knocked into pile of potion bottles, scattering them onto the dusty floor.
“Calcifer, I’m home!”
“Howl, I was sleeping. Can’t you be a little quieter when--”
“Nonsense, I was as quiet as a mouse!”
Peeling his light jacket from his shoulders and hastily unbuttoning his white dress shirt, Howl stripped into his skivvies and grabbed a dirty cup before filling it with water. He drank in large gulps, downing two cups before he noticed Calcifer staring at him.
“What is it, ol’ flame? Are you astounded by my amazing body? Would you like me to take off my undergarments as well?” He mused.
“Not that, it’s just that... what’s that on your neck? It looks like a leech caught onto your neck? And is that perfume I smell?” Calcifer stared at the reddish mark on Howl’s neck as Howl laughed loudly.
“Hardly!” Howl began walking up the stairs, taking a bar of ice cream from the freezer with him.
“Then what is it?”
Howl laughed again; his lips were sealed.