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metamorphosis2010-11-28 03:54 am
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Title: Peppermints and Mistletoes
Characters: Eco, Belca, Linna, Orcelito, Kiliko
Rating: PG
Modern AU fic. A little early for Christmas, but Advent started, so it's fine.
The air is crisp and cold with ice; even the mug of hot chocolate between his mittens can't warm up his hands, least of all the bundles of jackets and the soft, wooly scarf he had gotten as a birthday present. Belca sighs, effectively blowing steam off of the mug, and leans his elbows on the porch railing. Something moves behind him and he glances back, only to find Eco dressed as Santa behind him. Eco laughs at his apparently incredulous look and leans on the porch beside him.
"...Seriously, Eco?"
"What? The kids downtown liked it! Eco's never been cuter~"
Belca rolls his eyes and goes back to stare at his hot chocolate. He feels Eco's eyes on him, but they're turned away when he looks over. He frowns, and makes a face when Eco suddenly pushes a miniature candy cane into his mouth.
"Don't look so sour! Three days until Christmas. You wouldn't want Santa to bring you coal, would you?"
"Santa's not real. Besides, I don't get presents anymore. I buy them for other people."
"Did you get Eco something?"
"No. Do you have to refer to yourself like that?"
"It's cute!"
A pause, and Eco licks his own minicandy cane thoughtfully.
"Anyways, you should come inside. It's getting really cold out here!"
Belca glances through the screen door - life, laughter, light; fixing the Christmas tree, hanging last-minute mistletoe - and shakes his head. It isn't that hard to read the atmosphere whenever he steps into a room; his brothers may be cheered to see him, and Linna as well, but the maids always get wary and the servants move closer to his siblings, as if to protect them. Belca can't stand it, but it's understandable. Who would trust a troublemaker?
As if reading his thoughts, Eco moves closer and uncomfortably (for Belca, at least) leans his head on his shoulder. They stay like that for a while, before Belca starts to move and Eco filches the hot cocoa from him.
"Well, I'm going inside. I only came out here to get you, 'cause we're gonna start wrapping presents soon."
Belca scowls and reaches for his drink; Eco moves it away and sips from it, humming, looking pleased. He traces the edge of the cup with his tongue, collecting the little drops left, and looks coyly over the cup at Belca.
"That's an indirect kiss, Belca~"
"Go inside, idiot! And-- keep the stupid drink!"
Eco laughs again and steps closer, just to give him a peck on the cheek (the spot burns and he doesn't have to look in a mirror to know his face is flushed), before turning and opening the door. Sounds of busy work and laughter float through it, and grudgingly Belca follows him inside, dodging the mistletoe hanging above the door by a few seconds. He shuts the door behind him and heads straight for the refreshments, grabbing a fresh cup of hot chocolate and wincing when some spills onto his hand. He's wiping it off when he feels someone tap his shoulder; he turns around quickly, and sighs when he sees it's only Linna.
"Are you alright, my lord?"
"Don't be so old fashioned. I'm fine, Linna."
"Then why did you--"
"Startled. I wasn't expecting anyone to come and get me. What's up?"
Linna smiles and takes his hand - Belca frowns and blames the heat from the hot chocolate for whatever redness might flush up, just as he had for the cold from Eco's kiss - and pulls him out towards the tree.
They're caught in the doorway by an all-too gleeful Eco, who points upwards. Linna's eyes travel up the wood, and he flushes. Belca doesn't need to even look.
"How many sprigs?"
"O-One."
"Alright."
He stands on his tiptoes and gives Linna and peck on the cheek, hurrying towards the fireplace and settling down by it. After a moment, Linna joins him, and Eco finds a home draped over Belca and nuzzling his cheek. Belca scowls, but the writer's not deterred; if anything, he's encouraged.
"It's a lot warmer like this for Eco, you know? Body heat."
"You don't need to get warm, we're next to the fire and you have three coats on."
"Mm~"
Linna looks worried; Eco's highly amused; Belca wishes he were someplace else. Anywhere but home.
The door opens, and Eco presses closer as a gust of cold air blows through. God but this was uncomfortable-- Belca pushes Eco off and closer to the fire, leaning back to see who arrived - and immediately goes back to letting Eco cuddle him, staring heatedly into the fire.
Kiliko Lagen.
Orcelito seems to greet him warm enough, though there's an underlying iciness that Belca can't quiet place. Kiliko greets him much the same way, and they sit on the couch talking quietly. The conversation drifts in and out of his hearing, but Belca doesn't pay much mind to it; it's suspiciously hard to eavesdrop when someone's molesting your earlobe with their tongue. Belca shoves Eco off again, blushes angrily, and glares.
"Did you drink or something?"
Eco stares at him for a moment, then smiles and pulls something out of his pocket.
"Just a little eggnog before I went out to get you. Hey, Belca, look out! Mistletoe~"
Belca looks up - two sprigs, Eco - and looks back down, staring at the writer. A beat.
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
"-- I'm not kissing you."
He stands up and Eco follows suit, a pout gracing his features.
"Don't be such a Grinch! Besides, if you turn away from a mistletoe then you're gonna have bad luck all year."
"I don't care! I'm not kissing you, Eco!"
They're definitely starting to attract the attention of the rest of the party; Kiliko and Orcelito pause their talk to stare at the scene. Orcelito looks shocked, and it seems the only thing keeping him from jumping up to help his younger brother is Kiliko's hand on his leg. Kiliko, on the other hand, couldn't look more amused if he tried.
Eco pulls out Pleading Look #54, and Belca grits his teeth. It wouldn't be so bad. He was definitely just making a fuss over nothing.
If he told himself that enough, would he start to believe it?
The kiss is a gentle, chaste one; just the brush of lips, nothing more, and Eco flops back to the floor, stretching out in front of the fire like a content cat, the sprigs of mistletoe clutched between his fingers. Belca avoids looking at anyone and says his good nights. He heads to bed, happy to have some sort of reprive from the overwhelming atmosphere.
It doesn't last long, but he's actually happy to see the person who wanders in; Linna peeks into the room, frowns at Belca sitting up in bed, and takes a seat beside him. The quiet is awkward; they both start to say something, then stop, eyeing the other.
"You go first, Linna. What is it?"
"It's nothing, my lord. What was yours?"
"I was just going to ask what you were doing up so late."
"Likewise to you."
"Can't sleep."
Belca flops back and Linna twiddles his thumbs. Three beats pass before Linna speaks again.
"My lord, would you... permit me a good night kiss?"
Belca sits up and stares at Linna, who glances away and frowns.
"I--"
Before he can say another word, Belca's lips are on his; it lasts a few seconds (a few eternities) before he pulls away and turns away under the covers. Linna touches his lips, stands and turns away.
"Night Linna."
"Good night, my lord."
Belca drifts to sleep as soon as Linna leaves; he isn't woken up again, and for that, he's thankful.
Characters: Eco, Belca, Linna, Orcelito, Kiliko
Rating: PG
Modern AU fic. A little early for Christmas, but Advent started, so it's fine.
The air is crisp and cold with ice; even the mug of hot chocolate between his mittens can't warm up his hands, least of all the bundles of jackets and the soft, wooly scarf he had gotten as a birthday present. Belca sighs, effectively blowing steam off of the mug, and leans his elbows on the porch railing. Something moves behind him and he glances back, only to find Eco dressed as Santa behind him. Eco laughs at his apparently incredulous look and leans on the porch beside him.
"...Seriously, Eco?"
"What? The kids downtown liked it! Eco's never been cuter~"
Belca rolls his eyes and goes back to stare at his hot chocolate. He feels Eco's eyes on him, but they're turned away when he looks over. He frowns, and makes a face when Eco suddenly pushes a miniature candy cane into his mouth.
"Don't look so sour! Three days until Christmas. You wouldn't want Santa to bring you coal, would you?"
"Santa's not real. Besides, I don't get presents anymore. I buy them for other people."
"Did you get Eco something?"
"No. Do you have to refer to yourself like that?"
"It's cute!"
A pause, and Eco licks his own minicandy cane thoughtfully.
"Anyways, you should come inside. It's getting really cold out here!"
Belca glances through the screen door - life, laughter, light; fixing the Christmas tree, hanging last-minute mistletoe - and shakes his head. It isn't that hard to read the atmosphere whenever he steps into a room; his brothers may be cheered to see him, and Linna as well, but the maids always get wary and the servants move closer to his siblings, as if to protect them. Belca can't stand it, but it's understandable. Who would trust a troublemaker?
As if reading his thoughts, Eco moves closer and uncomfortably (for Belca, at least) leans his head on his shoulder. They stay like that for a while, before Belca starts to move and Eco filches the hot cocoa from him.
"Well, I'm going inside. I only came out here to get you, 'cause we're gonna start wrapping presents soon."
Belca scowls and reaches for his drink; Eco moves it away and sips from it, humming, looking pleased. He traces the edge of the cup with his tongue, collecting the little drops left, and looks coyly over the cup at Belca.
"That's an indirect kiss, Belca~"
"Go inside, idiot! And-- keep the stupid drink!"
Eco laughs again and steps closer, just to give him a peck on the cheek (the spot burns and he doesn't have to look in a mirror to know his face is flushed), before turning and opening the door. Sounds of busy work and laughter float through it, and grudgingly Belca follows him inside, dodging the mistletoe hanging above the door by a few seconds. He shuts the door behind him and heads straight for the refreshments, grabbing a fresh cup of hot chocolate and wincing when some spills onto his hand. He's wiping it off when he feels someone tap his shoulder; he turns around quickly, and sighs when he sees it's only Linna.
"Are you alright, my lord?"
"Don't be so old fashioned. I'm fine, Linna."
"Then why did you--"
"Startled. I wasn't expecting anyone to come and get me. What's up?"
Linna smiles and takes his hand - Belca frowns and blames the heat from the hot chocolate for whatever redness might flush up, just as he had for the cold from Eco's kiss - and pulls him out towards the tree.
They're caught in the doorway by an all-too gleeful Eco, who points upwards. Linna's eyes travel up the wood, and he flushes. Belca doesn't need to even look.
"How many sprigs?"
"O-One."
"Alright."
He stands on his tiptoes and gives Linna and peck on the cheek, hurrying towards the fireplace and settling down by it. After a moment, Linna joins him, and Eco finds a home draped over Belca and nuzzling his cheek. Belca scowls, but the writer's not deterred; if anything, he's encouraged.
"It's a lot warmer like this for Eco, you know? Body heat."
"You don't need to get warm, we're next to the fire and you have three coats on."
"Mm~"
Linna looks worried; Eco's highly amused; Belca wishes he were someplace else. Anywhere but home.
The door opens, and Eco presses closer as a gust of cold air blows through. God but this was uncomfortable-- Belca pushes Eco off and closer to the fire, leaning back to see who arrived - and immediately goes back to letting Eco cuddle him, staring heatedly into the fire.
Kiliko Lagen.
Orcelito seems to greet him warm enough, though there's an underlying iciness that Belca can't quiet place. Kiliko greets him much the same way, and they sit on the couch talking quietly. The conversation drifts in and out of his hearing, but Belca doesn't pay much mind to it; it's suspiciously hard to eavesdrop when someone's molesting your earlobe with their tongue. Belca shoves Eco off again, blushes angrily, and glares.
"Did you drink or something?"
Eco stares at him for a moment, then smiles and pulls something out of his pocket.
"Just a little eggnog before I went out to get you. Hey, Belca, look out! Mistletoe~"
Belca looks up - two sprigs, Eco - and looks back down, staring at the writer. A beat.
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
"-- I'm not kissing you."
He stands up and Eco follows suit, a pout gracing his features.
"Don't be such a Grinch! Besides, if you turn away from a mistletoe then you're gonna have bad luck all year."
"I don't care! I'm not kissing you, Eco!"
They're definitely starting to attract the attention of the rest of the party; Kiliko and Orcelito pause their talk to stare at the scene. Orcelito looks shocked, and it seems the only thing keeping him from jumping up to help his younger brother is Kiliko's hand on his leg. Kiliko, on the other hand, couldn't look more amused if he tried.
Eco pulls out Pleading Look #54, and Belca grits his teeth. It wouldn't be so bad. He was definitely just making a fuss over nothing.
If he told himself that enough, would he start to believe it?
The kiss is a gentle, chaste one; just the brush of lips, nothing more, and Eco flops back to the floor, stretching out in front of the fire like a content cat, the sprigs of mistletoe clutched between his fingers. Belca avoids looking at anyone and says his good nights. He heads to bed, happy to have some sort of reprive from the overwhelming atmosphere.
It doesn't last long, but he's actually happy to see the person who wanders in; Linna peeks into the room, frowns at Belca sitting up in bed, and takes a seat beside him. The quiet is awkward; they both start to say something, then stop, eyeing the other.
"You go first, Linna. What is it?"
"It's nothing, my lord. What was yours?"
"I was just going to ask what you were doing up so late."
"Likewise to you."
"Can't sleep."
Belca flops back and Linna twiddles his thumbs. Three beats pass before Linna speaks again.
"My lord, would you... permit me a good night kiss?"
Belca sits up and stares at Linna, who glances away and frowns.
"I--"
Before he can say another word, Belca's lips are on his; it lasts a few seconds (a few eternities) before he pulls away and turns away under the covers. Linna touches his lips, stands and turns away.
"Night Linna."
"Good night, my lord."
Belca drifts to sleep as soon as Linna leaves; he isn't woken up again, and for that, he's thankful.