Happy Birthday, Just_Ann_Now!!

[thrihyrne]

Happy, happy birthday m'dear! I know that we don't comment as often on each other's LJs, but I'm so glad that we're still in each other's orbits and continue to share a passion for writing in overlapping fandoms. I hope that your day is wonderful and that you're celebrated in a manner which greatly pleases you.

In honor of your natal day, I come bearing a wee gift, a Basil/Theron drabble. :::smooches:::

Title: Basil's Banquet
Fandom: Swordspoint trilogy
Pairing: Basil St. Cloud/Theron Campion
Rating: R for implied m/m relations
Summary: Basil need not worry about going hungry.

This is obviously set within The Fall of the Kings, set a few hours after this exchange at the end of Chapter XI:

Basil shrouded the book again and restored it to its box, and just in time: a tapping at the door announced Theron, glittering with melting snow and carrying a large basket. […] "I've told Sophia not to expect to see me for two or three days." He looked about him. "This is very cozy."

Amidst the tempest of their passion, Basil paused to feast on the elegant beauty of his lover, flushed and filled with succulent treasures, a cornucopia of carnal delight. Gold-flecked eyes green as forests gazed at him, their arresting colour overwhelmed by his dilated pupils. Theron's dark hair lay untamed and tousled against the shambles of bedcoverings. Basil suffered a stab of jealousy of the ivy and oak which clung to his alabaster skin, a permanent intimacy unlike their temporary gorgings on each other. Pledges of fealty and love clung to the refined architecture of Theron's features; Basil dined his fill.