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metamorphosis2010-11-26 02:07 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-11-26 02:07 am
Entry tags:
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Title: Wine
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
The kiss is short and sweet and, God, he's never felt more embarrassed than when Eco rolls away from hum and jots down some notes in his book. Belca rubs the sweetnes from his lips and scowls when Eco looks over and smiles; this-- kissing practice, as the bard referred to it, didn't benefit either of them.
(Eco was a liar if he said he couldn't sing what he didn't know, and Belca sure as hell wasn't enjoying it.)
Eco seems to read his thoughts - as always; what is he, an open book? - and rolls back over, book clutched to his chest, to whisper excitedly, "It's a good skill to know! Think of me as your teacher!"
If there was anything Belca didn't want to think of while he was away and free from lessons, it was, well, lessons. Kissing lessons with Eco sounded about as appetizing as music lessons or poetry lessons - both of which he had offered when they weren't kissing like a couple of experimental schoolgirls - and Belca refused to partake in them. Which is why Eco had to trick him into taking them by overusing the excuse of 'needing it for his song'.
"You're not even going to be writing about this sort of thing, Eco!"
"What makes you say that? I write about all sorts of things!"
Belca scowls - he wasn't going to write songs about his inexpertise, right? - and turns away. He jumps when he feels Eco's lips pressing against the back of his neck, and reaches back to shove him away. Eco laughs and plays with his hair instead.
"Cheer up, Grumpy-gills."
"-- What'd you call me?"
"Grumpy-gills, 'cause you're always grumpy."
Belca sits up just enough to glare at Eco - if looks could kill, surely he would be thirty feet under and the spot where he laid would be rotting - and flops back down, scratching at the ground with his fingernails and not dignifying the reply with an answer.
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
The kiss is short and sweet and, God, he's never felt more embarrassed than when Eco rolls away from hum and jots down some notes in his book. Belca rubs the sweetnes from his lips and scowls when Eco looks over and smiles; this-- kissing practice, as the bard referred to it, didn't benefit either of them.
(Eco was a liar if he said he couldn't sing what he didn't know, and Belca sure as hell wasn't enjoying it.)
Eco seems to read his thoughts - as always; what is he, an open book? - and rolls back over, book clutched to his chest, to whisper excitedly, "It's a good skill to know! Think of me as your teacher!"
If there was anything Belca didn't want to think of while he was away and free from lessons, it was, well, lessons. Kissing lessons with Eco sounded about as appetizing as music lessons or poetry lessons - both of which he had offered when they weren't kissing like a couple of experimental schoolgirls - and Belca refused to partake in them. Which is why Eco had to trick him into taking them by overusing the excuse of 'needing it for his song'.
"You're not even going to be writing about this sort of thing, Eco!"
"What makes you say that? I write about all sorts of things!"
Belca scowls - he wasn't going to write songs about his inexpertise, right? - and turns away. He jumps when he feels Eco's lips pressing against the back of his neck, and reaches back to shove him away. Eco laughs and plays with his hair instead.
"Cheer up, Grumpy-gills."
"-- What'd you call me?"
"Grumpy-gills, 'cause you're always grumpy."
Belca sits up just enough to glare at Eco - if looks could kill, surely he would be thirty feet under and the spot where he laid would be rotting - and flops back down, scratching at the ground with his fingernails and not dignifying the reply with an answer.