[Rave] Love, Save the Empty (30kisses)
I think I need to find my old Shuda/Sieg icon and put it back here. I have too many Dinos already. :'|
So, instead of finishing that pirate fic, which I think is about to be finished with already beyond 3k words, I finished prompt for the 30kisses. I actually might finish this after all.
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg (implied)
Fandom: Rave
Theme: 30_kisses #2 - news; letter
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
A/N: This is pre-canon, so the characters are younger here, and Shuda is still a bounty hunter and Sieg isn’t a busy Time Guardian yet. Also: Iulius POV.
Summary: Iulius hears the shock of his life: Sieg moving in with Shuda.
Love, Save the Empty
For 30_kisses, #2
There are three things that Sieg tries to avoid as much as he can: Iulius, mistletoes, and pollen, in any order. Sadly, they are also the three things that Sieg can never escape from no matter how hard he tries.
Iulius leans on the fridge door, arms crossed and grinning wildly at the grumbling (and sniffling) time mage who’s concocting another potion on the stove to get rid of the rashes. Sieg has already unabashedly announced his complete distaste in having his childhood friend (really) over, which Iulius just ignored like he always does. He knows his best friend is quite shy when it comes to admitting his emotions.
“So, up to when exactly are you going to keep ignoring me?”
Sieg just grunted like the Grinch that he occasionally is during Christmas and throws a stem of what looks like a fig. Iulius’ face scrunches up when Sieg throws a rat’s tail into the bubbling cauldron.
“Why can’t you just go to the drugstore and buy some anti-allergy cream or medicine like every ordinary person?”
“Because there is no drugstore in Mildean, and the nearest one is outside the city and over the bloody ice mountain.”
Iulius snorts loudly and rolls his eyes. “What a city you live in. So ancient.”
“Traditional.”
“Legendary. This city is the kind of city that old history books talks about.” Iulius glances at the silver refrigerator he’s leaning on. Maybe not quite. “I just cannot fathom why you insist on staying here.”
Finally, Sieg turns away from his potion making and stares at him as if silently asking him where his head has gone to. “This is my home. I like it here, no matter how backtracked it is.”
“Backtrack,” Iulius mutters sardonically before throwing a rather ominous look at the equally terrifying content of the cauldron. “Sieg, are you sure that is safe? I think I just saw you throw an eyeball in.”
Shrugging, Sieg throws another eyeball in. “It’s perfectly safe, trust me. I’ve been using this for twenty years.”
Neither spoke a word for the next few minutes. Iulius took seat behind the island counter and was in the middle of watching Sieg finally finishing his potion when the wizard stepped away from the cauldron to sigh. Frowning, Iulius coughs to make his friend share the thought. Sieg kept his silence though before going back to his potion.
Honestly, Iulius doesn’t know what he should do anymore to make the other open up. It took him ten years of persistence just to be able to step a foot into Sieg’s home, and another ten to start a conversation. He figures they’ll be in their fifties by the time Sieg is comfortable enough to share a secret or a personal opinion.
“-moving in.”
Iulius blinks widely. Did he just miss something?
“Moving in? What do you moving in?”
Sieg turns around to fix him another good stare. “You know, moving in. Asking another person, usually someone you think is your significant other, to move his belongings to your place, share personal living quarters with each other like a domestic couple and start a life with you as his lifelong partner.”
Iulius felt his jaw drop. He really did miss something.
“Wait. Can you please repeat this right from the start? I don’t think I got-”
“You weren’t listening.” Sieg says in disbelief. His eyebrows look like they can stab each other already. Uh-oh. “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you. Just when I finally thought you’re worth...”
“Hey!” he quickly cuts in before the wizard can start another tirade about his inattentive (which happens quite a lot actually, not that Sieg isn’t used to it yet). Best to make a wild guess and hope he got it right. It’s not like there are a lot of suicidal people in this world stupid enough to ask Sieg to do the moving in. Usually, it’s the other way around-no, Sieg doesn’t invite anyone over unless he’s drunk and horny.
Iulius makes sure to take a deep breath to show that he did listen and that he’s just taken aback by the news. Really, he is. Well, more on the moving in than the ‘who’. Now that Sieg has to know about that, of course.
“Are you telling me that Shuda asks you to move in with him?”
Slowly, Sieg nods. Iulius suddenly feels like he’s about to faint. Damn that bounty hunter and his wily ways. No way in hell is he going to agree to this arrangement, not when he gives a damn about his best friend’s well-being, and leaving Sieg in the hands of that bloody bastard is like throwing him into a pit of wolves.
“No.”
“What?” Sieg blinks owlishly. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“You possible can’t be thinking of agreeing to that,” Iulius adds. “That guy is... a nutcase. He’s a rebel, a murderer for money. He’s uncouth, classless, an outcast-
“I think I got your point,” Sieg cuts in boredly. “You can now stop insulting his moral character.”
“I’m not insulting him! I’m merely stating how dangerous he is! Especially for you!”
The infamous The Look Sieg is giving him now somehow tells him he’s fighting at the wrong side of the match. He can’t be serious right? It took him ten years just to be able to be invited in! How long did it take that bastard to get into Sieg’s pants, exactly?
“To answer that thought of yours that I can, by the way, plainly see in your eyes: ten minutes. And a really hot kiss. He’s quite the kisser, you know.”
This time, Iulius’ jaw literally dropped.
“But,” Sieg quickly adds before Iulius could start his tirade, “he is not you. You’re my best friend. He’s just...”
“A distraction.”
“Temporary partner,” Sieg corrects. Iulius doesn’t like the sound of that word. “But the point is that you should really stop comparing yourself to every guy that knocks on my door asking to be let in. They’re not like you.”
“Like me like what?” Iulius scowls darkly. “Obnoxious? Vain? Narcissistic? Smart?”
“I never said those,” Sieg answers coolly. “I merely meant I am not being critical with them because I am not letting them to be my friend, you dolt, and you know how important and valuable a friend truly is to me.”
“Yeah, right...” Iulius mutters in turn. He’d rather not look at his best friend in the eyes right now, not when Sieg isn’t turning off The Look yet. He has the feeling Sieg won’t stop it until he acknowledges the fact that he understands, which Iulius doubts he’ll ever do. Understanding Sieg is like understanding archaic runes.
Minutes pass and they both keep quiet. Iulius continues to sulk in his seat, images of Sieg packing up his things and moving out of Mildean and selling his flat flash in his mind, rolling like a film reel. It only stops when he felt warm, gentle hands holding his, squeezing them as if reassuring him that everything will be alright.
Sieg’s face is still the emotionless facade that it has become after years of being stuck in that stupid magic camp, but Iulius can see the slight, upward quirk of those lips, that very special smile that Iulius knows a true friend can only see and receive.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll still be living here, you can still visit, and I’ll always try to avoid the pollens so I don’t have to open the door just to see you.”
And really, how can someone not grin like a fool when he hears those words coming from a friend of twenty years and counting?
“You really are something, you know that?”
“Yeah,” Sieg agrees with a smirk. That, at least, is something that not even those old mages can steal from his friend. “I know that perfectly well.”
And with a hug, both decide to move to the sitting room to enjoy some friendly moment.
“So how was the sex?”
END
So, instead of finishing that pirate fic, which I think is about to be finished with already beyond 3k words, I finished prompt for the 30kisses. I actually might finish this after all.
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg (implied)
Fandom: Rave
Theme: 30_kisses #2 - news; letter
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
A/N: This is pre-canon, so the characters are younger here, and Shuda is still a bounty hunter and Sieg isn’t a busy Time Guardian yet. Also: Iulius POV.
Summary: Iulius hears the shock of his life: Sieg moving in with Shuda.
Love, Save the Empty
For 30_kisses, #2
There are three things that Sieg tries to avoid as much as he can: Iulius, mistletoes, and pollen, in any order. Sadly, they are also the three things that Sieg can never escape from no matter how hard he tries.
Iulius leans on the fridge door, arms crossed and grinning wildly at the grumbling (and sniffling) time mage who’s concocting another potion on the stove to get rid of the rashes. Sieg has already unabashedly announced his complete distaste in having his childhood friend (really) over, which Iulius just ignored like he always does. He knows his best friend is quite shy when it comes to admitting his emotions.
“So, up to when exactly are you going to keep ignoring me?”
Sieg just grunted like the Grinch that he occasionally is during Christmas and throws a stem of what looks like a fig. Iulius’ face scrunches up when Sieg throws a rat’s tail into the bubbling cauldron.
“Why can’t you just go to the drugstore and buy some anti-allergy cream or medicine like every ordinary person?”
“Because there is no drugstore in Mildean, and the nearest one is outside the city and over the bloody ice mountain.”
Iulius snorts loudly and rolls his eyes. “What a city you live in. So ancient.”
“Traditional.”
“Legendary. This city is the kind of city that old history books talks about.” Iulius glances at the silver refrigerator he’s leaning on. Maybe not quite. “I just cannot fathom why you insist on staying here.”
Finally, Sieg turns away from his potion making and stares at him as if silently asking him where his head has gone to. “This is my home. I like it here, no matter how backtracked it is.”
“Backtrack,” Iulius mutters sardonically before throwing a rather ominous look at the equally terrifying content of the cauldron. “Sieg, are you sure that is safe? I think I just saw you throw an eyeball in.”
Shrugging, Sieg throws another eyeball in. “It’s perfectly safe, trust me. I’ve been using this for twenty years.”
Neither spoke a word for the next few minutes. Iulius took seat behind the island counter and was in the middle of watching Sieg finally finishing his potion when the wizard stepped away from the cauldron to sigh. Frowning, Iulius coughs to make his friend share the thought. Sieg kept his silence though before going back to his potion.
Honestly, Iulius doesn’t know what he should do anymore to make the other open up. It took him ten years of persistence just to be able to step a foot into Sieg’s home, and another ten to start a conversation. He figures they’ll be in their fifties by the time Sieg is comfortable enough to share a secret or a personal opinion.
“-moving in.”
Iulius blinks widely. Did he just miss something?
“Moving in? What do you moving in?”
Sieg turns around to fix him another good stare. “You know, moving in. Asking another person, usually someone you think is your significant other, to move his belongings to your place, share personal living quarters with each other like a domestic couple and start a life with you as his lifelong partner.”
Iulius felt his jaw drop. He really did miss something.
“Wait. Can you please repeat this right from the start? I don’t think I got-”
“You weren’t listening.” Sieg says in disbelief. His eyebrows look like they can stab each other already. Uh-oh. “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe you. Just when I finally thought you’re worth...”
“Hey!” he quickly cuts in before the wizard can start another tirade about his inattentive (which happens quite a lot actually, not that Sieg isn’t used to it yet). Best to make a wild guess and hope he got it right. It’s not like there are a lot of suicidal people in this world stupid enough to ask Sieg to do the moving in. Usually, it’s the other way around-no, Sieg doesn’t invite anyone over unless he’s drunk and horny.
Iulius makes sure to take a deep breath to show that he did listen and that he’s just taken aback by the news. Really, he is. Well, more on the moving in than the ‘who’. Now that Sieg has to know about that, of course.
“Are you telling me that Shuda asks you to move in with him?”
Slowly, Sieg nods. Iulius suddenly feels like he’s about to faint. Damn that bounty hunter and his wily ways. No way in hell is he going to agree to this arrangement, not when he gives a damn about his best friend’s well-being, and leaving Sieg in the hands of that bloody bastard is like throwing him into a pit of wolves.
“No.”
“What?” Sieg blinks owlishly. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“You possible can’t be thinking of agreeing to that,” Iulius adds. “That guy is... a nutcase. He’s a rebel, a murderer for money. He’s uncouth, classless, an outcast-
“I think I got your point,” Sieg cuts in boredly. “You can now stop insulting his moral character.”
“I’m not insulting him! I’m merely stating how dangerous he is! Especially for you!”
The infamous The Look Sieg is giving him now somehow tells him he’s fighting at the wrong side of the match. He can’t be serious right? It took him ten years just to be able to be invited in! How long did it take that bastard to get into Sieg’s pants, exactly?
“To answer that thought of yours that I can, by the way, plainly see in your eyes: ten minutes. And a really hot kiss. He’s quite the kisser, you know.”
This time, Iulius’ jaw literally dropped.
“But,” Sieg quickly adds before Iulius could start his tirade, “he is not you. You’re my best friend. He’s just...”
“A distraction.”
“Temporary partner,” Sieg corrects. Iulius doesn’t like the sound of that word. “But the point is that you should really stop comparing yourself to every guy that knocks on my door asking to be let in. They’re not like you.”
“Like me like what?” Iulius scowls darkly. “Obnoxious? Vain? Narcissistic? Smart?”
“I never said those,” Sieg answers coolly. “I merely meant I am not being critical with them because I am not letting them to be my friend, you dolt, and you know how important and valuable a friend truly is to me.”
“Yeah, right...” Iulius mutters in turn. He’d rather not look at his best friend in the eyes right now, not when Sieg isn’t turning off The Look yet. He has the feeling Sieg won’t stop it until he acknowledges the fact that he understands, which Iulius doubts he’ll ever do. Understanding Sieg is like understanding archaic runes.
Minutes pass and they both keep quiet. Iulius continues to sulk in his seat, images of Sieg packing up his things and moving out of Mildean and selling his flat flash in his mind, rolling like a film reel. It only stops when he felt warm, gentle hands holding his, squeezing them as if reassuring him that everything will be alright.
Sieg’s face is still the emotionless facade that it has become after years of being stuck in that stupid magic camp, but Iulius can see the slight, upward quirk of those lips, that very special smile that Iulius knows a true friend can only see and receive.
“It’ll be okay. I’ll still be living here, you can still visit, and I’ll always try to avoid the pollens so I don’t have to open the door just to see you.”
And really, how can someone not grin like a fool when he hears those words coming from a friend of twenty years and counting?
“You really are something, you know that?”
“Yeah,” Sieg agrees with a smirk. That, at least, is something that not even those old mages can steal from his friend. “I know that perfectly well.”
And with a hug, both decide to move to the sitting room to enjoy some friendly moment.
“So how was the sex?”
END