Fic - Presbyopia
The second short one...
FanFic100 prompt: 040 - Sight
Pyramid-Dares: Set 2, Level 5 - Glasses
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: Presbyopia - n: a visual condition which becomes apparent especially in middle age and . . . causes defective accommodation and inability to focus sharply for near vision.
Summary: Klaus is called upon to make the Earl see reason.
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 2, 2007
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Presbyopia
Word count: 415
I can see clearly now…
“No!”
“Dorian…”
“No!”
Dorian…”
“Klaus, I said no!”
Klaus sighed heavily when the Earl crossed his arms and turned his back on him.
“I know why Bonham sent you in here,” Dorian was saying huffily. “He thinks you can talk me into doing…this. Well, even you can’t. The answer is no, and that’s final!”
“What the hell is the big deal?” Klaus wanted to know. “You’ve worn glasses hundreds of times before.”
“That was for a disguise!” Dorian exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“So…?”
“So! I didn’t need them then!”
Klaus rolled his eyes. “That’s it?”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open. How could the man not see? “I will not let it be known that I need glasses and that’s that.”
By this time, Klaus was silently counting to one thousand. There had been several incidents caused by the Earl’s nearsightedness, and a near miss involving his sports car just a few days before. “You vain idiot! Have you never heard of contact lenses?”
“I can’t wear contacts!” Before the Earl could continue, his mouth was captured in a kiss, after which Klaus said softly, “I’m sorry I couldn’t talk you into this.”
Dorian scowled. “Why?”
“Because I happen to like how you look in glasses.”
Dorian gave a disbelieving snort. “Oh, pull the other one, why don’t you?”
“They make you look…”
“What? Not sexy, surely.”
Klaus struggled for the right word, knowing he would have to play to the man’s vanity. “No. They make you look…noble.”
Obviously, this was not the reply Dorian expected. “Noble, hmmm?” He looked at the collection of eyeglass frames laid out on a table. He picked one up, modeling them in front of a full-length mirror. “How are these?”
Klaus sat down and lit a cigarette. “For everyday or for evenings?” he asked casually. He smiled inwardly as a familiar look came to the Earl’s face. He had seen it dozens of times when the man was trying to pick out clothing.
Klaus sat back and watched as Dorian tried on one frame after another for the rest of the afternoon. He muttered after each one, going back to a few that he had decided were favorites. The officer made the appropriate approving noises as this went on. He had no doubt that the Earl would be choosing several pairs to coordinate with his wardrobe and probably getting into a heated battle with James over the cost.
Bonham, on the other hand, owed the Major a tenner.
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FanFic100 prompt: 040 - Sight
Pyramid-Dares: Set 2, Level 5 - Glasses
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Rating: G
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Notes: Presbyopia - n: a visual condition which becomes apparent especially in middle age and . . . causes defective accommodation and inability to focus sharply for near vision.
Summary: Klaus is called upon to make the Earl see reason.
By: Margaret Price
Written: September 2, 2007
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Presbyopia
Word count: 415
I can see clearly now…
“No!”
“Dorian…”
“No!”
Dorian…”
“Klaus, I said no!”
Klaus sighed heavily when the Earl crossed his arms and turned his back on him.
“I know why Bonham sent you in here,” Dorian was saying huffily. “He thinks you can talk me into doing…this. Well, even you can’t. The answer is no, and that’s final!”
“What the hell is the big deal?” Klaus wanted to know. “You’ve worn glasses hundreds of times before.”
“That was for a disguise!” Dorian exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“So…?”
“So! I didn’t need them then!”
Klaus rolled his eyes. “That’s it?”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open. How could the man not see? “I will not let it be known that I need glasses and that’s that.”
By this time, Klaus was silently counting to one thousand. There had been several incidents caused by the Earl’s nearsightedness, and a near miss involving his sports car just a few days before. “You vain idiot! Have you never heard of contact lenses?”
“I can’t wear contacts!” Before the Earl could continue, his mouth was captured in a kiss, after which Klaus said softly, “I’m sorry I couldn’t talk you into this.”
Dorian scowled. “Why?”
“Because I happen to like how you look in glasses.”
Dorian gave a disbelieving snort. “Oh, pull the other one, why don’t you?”
“They make you look…”
“What? Not sexy, surely.”
Klaus struggled for the right word, knowing he would have to play to the man’s vanity. “No. They make you look…noble.”
Obviously, this was not the reply Dorian expected. “Noble, hmmm?” He looked at the collection of eyeglass frames laid out on a table. He picked one up, modeling them in front of a full-length mirror. “How are these?”
Klaus sat down and lit a cigarette. “For everyday or for evenings?” he asked casually. He smiled inwardly as a familiar look came to the Earl’s face. He had seen it dozens of times when the man was trying to pick out clothing.
Klaus sat back and watched as Dorian tried on one frame after another for the rest of the afternoon. He muttered after each one, going back to a few that he had decided were favorites. The officer made the appropriate approving noises as this went on. He had no doubt that the Earl would be choosing several pairs to coordinate with his wardrobe and probably getting into a heated battle with James over the cost.
Bonham, on the other hand, owed the Major a tenner.
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