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*Fluffiness*
I just re-found an older ficlet Chev wrote for me with Atredius and Marius. :D It's so cute; cheered me right up, seeing as how my recent moods have been ridiculous. o_O Now, she's going to -kill me- for doing this... but I'm posting it here to share the cuteness.
I think it's great. Chev will say it sucks and flail alot. So, to appease her, and ONLY to appease her: Please note that the below fiction was written some time ago and should not be a reflection of her current ability. /disclaimer from asskicking.
((She also wrote this wordy-like just for me. XD I'm so bad with prose...))
There was something about the luminous nighttime beauty of this planet that made him smile-something about the way the stars, themselves brighter and more everlasting than any paltry diamond, danced the dance of tepid eternity across the immaculate backdrop of obsidian. Something about the night itself, the velveteen ebon embrace that was most prevalent when one was as far as humanly-aah, pardon, inhumanly-possible from any sort of civilization.
There was even a smattering of purple-green aurora borealis twisting like a ribbon against the far horizon, its colors shifting every few seconds to a deeper shade of either of the two originals-metamorphosing now to crimson, and then to a beautiful net of gilded silver.
Symbolism to be had there, he thought delightedly, tapping an impossibly elegant index finger to his lips in a gesture that many people may have mistaken for the classic ‘ssh’.
He was, at least for the moment, alone on the limestone cliff, and more than a little cold. The valley had at one point been a gauntlet for raging waters, but that had been millennia ago, and it was now a neatly filled and ephemeral green, the verdant hue of both coniferous and deciduous trees. The air was heavy with the sickly sweet of pine and the decay of last year’s leaves, though it was greater in the day than at present. A chill had invaded the circumambience of the area on the heels of the sun’s departure, intensifying the natural beauty of the area beyond the point of mere human observation. They were not a race, after all, to take stock in such miniscule notations.
He shivered somewhat, rubbing slender hands over toned arms in an attempt to dispel the glacial edge. He’d go back soon, of course-it had been somewhat foolish to go star-gazing without any manner of appropriately warm clothing, but then, he was the man-Patrick Atredius, and that fact alone excused him from the mere folly of forgetfulness.
“Atredius?”
He smiled slightly at the title, tilting his head to one side in lieu of turning around. He knew perfectly well that voice and to whom it belonged. “Marius!”
“Foolish man,” despite the brevity of the words, there was no mistaking their underlying warmth and affection. There was a slight rustling of clothing behind him as the blonde Ayanthu drew near him and an amused exhalation as he set a heavy cloak upon the shoulders of his bonded.
With a slight, giddy little mewl that one might associate with a cat more often than not, Atredius turned to face the other man, their eyes meeting in a heady rush of sun-kissed violet and caramel. “Isn’t it beautiful?” His voice was an awed hush, face awash in an almost childish delight and appreciation for the universal wonders laid before them. Nodding wordlessly, Marius stepped closer to him, tilting his head upwards to drink in the sight.
“Not when compared to some things,” a smile tugged insistently at his lips as he glanced back down at the redhead in a rather pointed manner. “But I suppose it shall do,”
There was a moment’s pause, during which a delicate little flush crept up the side of Atre’s neck, only just tinting the porcelain pallor of his face. “Love you?” He shot the taller man a look that was somehow impossibly and adorably plaintive. It wasn’t exactly a question-he knew and would never question the other man’s affections, but that hadn’t exactly stopped it from being said.
“Of course,” The smile remained, ever-delicate, as Marius slipped behind his lover, wrapping his arms around him possessively. Receptive to the touch, Atre purred and leaned against him, bringing his hands to the arms of the other to rest lightly upon them. “Still cold?”
“Nuh-uh.”
They stood there a moment, more intricately entwined than the above northern lights that still bore faint resemblance to their respective colorings. There was an intimate closeness to the two men that few could comprehend and even fewer were ever able to experience for themselves no matter how long they waited, how many lives they lived. It was as though a great cosmic secret, how deeply their love ran, and it couldn’t be divulged through any normal or supremely esoteric means. It merely ‘was’, and would always ‘be’. Sometimes, in regards to certain things, no deeper explanation was needed.
“Hey,” Atre’s fingers tightened on the forearm of his beloved as though he were in fact grasping an idea and was frightened it might, at any moment, flutter away. “I’m kinda hungry,”
So earth-shaking, that. However, in all its trite simplicity, it elicited a deep-throated chuckle from the blonde. “I thought you might be, Atre’. I took the liberty of digging out some of those ‘muffins’.”
The redhead smiled mischievously. “Did I say it was for food?”
A pause. And then; “…Well, what did you have in mind?”
~*~
Morning stretched its grim, vacillating fingers over the horizon of dawn, preceding the sun like an obligatory carpet of velveteen saffron. Amidst oranges and pinks and vanishing obsidian, they could be seen packing up their tent in all its paltry entirety. “If we hurry,” Marius began, folding a length of canvas into its confining haversack. “If,” he reiterated, “We might reach the next town before nightfall.”
Atredius was trying and failing to disconnect the tent’s poles from one another, and was finding himself defeated more often than not. These manmade contraptions were out to get him. “Where is the next town? I mean…um…well, the map…”
An amused snort, then. “The map, by accidental folly, was mysteriously drenched when we crossed that river a while back.” His tone was lightly and obviously teasing.
“If someone would have told me that my pack-thingie wasn’t waterproof, it wouldn’t have…gotten wet!” The redhead wrinkled his nose distastefully. “And what kind of mapmaker doesn’t put it in a plastic-cover-thingie?”
Marius lashed the final ties on the bag, kneeling on it to remove any excess air from its confines as he did so. “The same person, I believe, who decided that the plastic covering was a better housing for muffins than maps.”
There was a sheepish little grin as he conquered one of the flexible wooden poles. “Oh. Yeah, okay, I remember that. …But damp muffins don’t taste good.”
“Apparently not.” Marius stood then, nudging his long hair -tied in a loose ponytail for the day’s activities- over a shoulder. “These regions aren’t difficult to navigate. I remember there being a merchant’s road-here, somewhere. Definitely not in the valley, as it’s prone to flooding.” He slung the small haversack over a shoulder. “So if we merely walk in that direction,” he indicated the rising sun. “We’ll come across it eventually.”
Atredius fostered a little smile. “Eventually as in-sometime this year, I hope?”
“Eventually,” Marius repeated factually, watching Atre’s progress with the poles with more than a little humorous engagement. “…Are you having difficulty?”
One of the brittle rods snapped in his hands when he tried to disconnect it from its fellow, leaving him standing there holding its two opposite ends in a kind of blank shock. “…Oops.” He murmured mildly. “I…uh…” a laugh, “I guess so.”
“…Would you fare better, perhaps, with finding us something to eat?”
“Um…yes?” Atre laughed sheepishly and stepped aside, allowing Marius to move forwards and take over. The blonde was smooth and adroit in his movements-beautifully so. Instead of heading out into the darkened forests of the area, Atredius merely crouched and watched him.
“You’re staring."
In other news...
I will not let them take my house. -_- Money is stupid.
I just re-found an older ficlet Chev wrote for me with Atredius and Marius. :D It's so cute; cheered me right up, seeing as how my recent moods have been ridiculous. o_O Now, she's going to -kill me- for doing this... but I'm posting it here to share the cuteness.
I think it's great. Chev will say it sucks and flail alot. So, to appease her, and ONLY to appease her: Please note that the below fiction was written some time ago and should not be a reflection of her current ability. /disclaimer from asskicking.
((She also wrote this wordy-like just for me. XD I'm so bad with prose...))
There was something about the luminous nighttime beauty of this planet that made him smile-something about the way the stars, themselves brighter and more everlasting than any paltry diamond, danced the dance of tepid eternity across the immaculate backdrop of obsidian. Something about the night itself, the velveteen ebon embrace that was most prevalent when one was as far as humanly-aah, pardon, inhumanly-possible from any sort of civilization.
There was even a smattering of purple-green aurora borealis twisting like a ribbon against the far horizon, its colors shifting every few seconds to a deeper shade of either of the two originals-metamorphosing now to crimson, and then to a beautiful net of gilded silver.
Symbolism to be had there, he thought delightedly, tapping an impossibly elegant index finger to his lips in a gesture that many people may have mistaken for the classic ‘ssh’.
He was, at least for the moment, alone on the limestone cliff, and more than a little cold. The valley had at one point been a gauntlet for raging waters, but that had been millennia ago, and it was now a neatly filled and ephemeral green, the verdant hue of both coniferous and deciduous trees. The air was heavy with the sickly sweet of pine and the decay of last year’s leaves, though it was greater in the day than at present. A chill had invaded the circumambience of the area on the heels of the sun’s departure, intensifying the natural beauty of the area beyond the point of mere human observation. They were not a race, after all, to take stock in such miniscule notations.
He shivered somewhat, rubbing slender hands over toned arms in an attempt to dispel the glacial edge. He’d go back soon, of course-it had been somewhat foolish to go star-gazing without any manner of appropriately warm clothing, but then, he was the man-Patrick Atredius, and that fact alone excused him from the mere folly of forgetfulness.
“Atredius?”
He smiled slightly at the title, tilting his head to one side in lieu of turning around. He knew perfectly well that voice and to whom it belonged. “Marius!”
“Foolish man,” despite the brevity of the words, there was no mistaking their underlying warmth and affection. There was a slight rustling of clothing behind him as the blonde Ayanthu drew near him and an amused exhalation as he set a heavy cloak upon the shoulders of his bonded.
With a slight, giddy little mewl that one might associate with a cat more often than not, Atredius turned to face the other man, their eyes meeting in a heady rush of sun-kissed violet and caramel. “Isn’t it beautiful?” His voice was an awed hush, face awash in an almost childish delight and appreciation for the universal wonders laid before them. Nodding wordlessly, Marius stepped closer to him, tilting his head upwards to drink in the sight.
“Not when compared to some things,” a smile tugged insistently at his lips as he glanced back down at the redhead in a rather pointed manner. “But I suppose it shall do,”
There was a moment’s pause, during which a delicate little flush crept up the side of Atre’s neck, only just tinting the porcelain pallor of his face. “Love you?” He shot the taller man a look that was somehow impossibly and adorably plaintive. It wasn’t exactly a question-he knew and would never question the other man’s affections, but that hadn’t exactly stopped it from being said.
“Of course,” The smile remained, ever-delicate, as Marius slipped behind his lover, wrapping his arms around him possessively. Receptive to the touch, Atre purred and leaned against him, bringing his hands to the arms of the other to rest lightly upon them. “Still cold?”
“Nuh-uh.”
They stood there a moment, more intricately entwined than the above northern lights that still bore faint resemblance to their respective colorings. There was an intimate closeness to the two men that few could comprehend and even fewer were ever able to experience for themselves no matter how long they waited, how many lives they lived. It was as though a great cosmic secret, how deeply their love ran, and it couldn’t be divulged through any normal or supremely esoteric means. It merely ‘was’, and would always ‘be’. Sometimes, in regards to certain things, no deeper explanation was needed.
“Hey,” Atre’s fingers tightened on the forearm of his beloved as though he were in fact grasping an idea and was frightened it might, at any moment, flutter away. “I’m kinda hungry,”
So earth-shaking, that. However, in all its trite simplicity, it elicited a deep-throated chuckle from the blonde. “I thought you might be, Atre’. I took the liberty of digging out some of those ‘muffins’.”
The redhead smiled mischievously. “Did I say it was for food?”
A pause. And then; “…Well, what did you have in mind?”
~*~
Morning stretched its grim, vacillating fingers over the horizon of dawn, preceding the sun like an obligatory carpet of velveteen saffron. Amidst oranges and pinks and vanishing obsidian, they could be seen packing up their tent in all its paltry entirety. “If we hurry,” Marius began, folding a length of canvas into its confining haversack. “If,” he reiterated, “We might reach the next town before nightfall.”
Atredius was trying and failing to disconnect the tent’s poles from one another, and was finding himself defeated more often than not. These manmade contraptions were out to get him. “Where is the next town? I mean…um…well, the map…”
An amused snort, then. “The map, by accidental folly, was mysteriously drenched when we crossed that river a while back.” His tone was lightly and obviously teasing.
“If someone would have told me that my pack-thingie wasn’t waterproof, it wouldn’t have…gotten wet!” The redhead wrinkled his nose distastefully. “And what kind of mapmaker doesn’t put it in a plastic-cover-thingie?”
Marius lashed the final ties on the bag, kneeling on it to remove any excess air from its confines as he did so. “The same person, I believe, who decided that the plastic covering was a better housing for muffins than maps.”
There was a sheepish little grin as he conquered one of the flexible wooden poles. “Oh. Yeah, okay, I remember that. …But damp muffins don’t taste good.”
“Apparently not.” Marius stood then, nudging his long hair -tied in a loose ponytail for the day’s activities- over a shoulder. “These regions aren’t difficult to navigate. I remember there being a merchant’s road-here, somewhere. Definitely not in the valley, as it’s prone to flooding.” He slung the small haversack over a shoulder. “So if we merely walk in that direction,” he indicated the rising sun. “We’ll come across it eventually.”
Atredius fostered a little smile. “Eventually as in-sometime this year, I hope?”
“Eventually,” Marius repeated factually, watching Atre’s progress with the poles with more than a little humorous engagement. “…Are you having difficulty?”
One of the brittle rods snapped in his hands when he tried to disconnect it from its fellow, leaving him standing there holding its two opposite ends in a kind of blank shock. “…Oops.” He murmured mildly. “I…uh…” a laugh, “I guess so.”
“…Would you fare better, perhaps, with finding us something to eat?”
“Um…yes?” Atre laughed sheepishly and stepped aside, allowing Marius to move forwards and take over. The blonde was smooth and adroit in his movements-beautifully so. Instead of heading out into the darkened forests of the area, Atredius merely crouched and watched him.
“You’re staring."
In other news...
I will not let them take my house. -_- Money is stupid.