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metamorphosis2010-12-08 12:30 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-12-08 12:30 am
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Title: Intrigue
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
The reason why it feels like a sudden, jarring end: My fifteen minutes for writing finished, and you're typically not allowed to go on.
As much as he hates to admit it, Belca is fascinated by Eco. To an extent, that is; not enough that he'd go snooping in an insane extent, or like him past the point of no return, but he was fascinated by him, and that was that. How he could be so carefree, talking with everyone as if they were old friends; nothing formal about Eco, it seemed, not even in his mockery of nobles. It makes Belca a little uneasy, because at least at the palace they had held him in some sort of respect.
Even if it was a mockery of respect.
He's sure Eco respects him to some extent, even the smallest bit, if the way he trusts him is anything. Belca trusts Eco, too; he trusts him with his life, and trusts him enough to take care of people he holds dear to him. Friends. He trusts Eco with this and more, and it's a wonder with all of Belca's martyr acts that Eco trusts him to do what's right.
It's things like these that fascinate Belca (these things about Eco). He knows next to nothing about the surprisingly enigmatic man, while Eco seems to know all or most about him; he can only guess at how he'd act, and even then, it's unexpected every time. Eco is a mystery through and through, one that no matter how much Belca might dig at, he can't solve. An unsolvable case - left cold. A cold case. He smirks into the blizzard they're currently in (and shouldn't be letting his thoughts wander in, actually), and chuckles at his own joke.
Eco's clinging tightly to his arm, shivering. His red nose is leaking snot, his eyes are narrowed against the cold, and his cheeks are stained cherry from the icy wind. If it were anyone else, Belca decides, it would look cute. It's Eco, though, so that's how it is: Eco. The bard would disagree if he heard, and he does seem to hear (at least by the sudden hitch in chuckling), because he frowns at Belca and shoves his nose into the curve of Belca's jaw. The prince flinches when the cold, wet nose presses against his very nice, warm neck, and he scowls.
Eco smiles (he can feel it, not see it, and the area tingles from cold lips and hot breath) and hums, happy with the warmth. His voice is muffled against skin and between clothes, and Belca has to strain to hear the words over the howl of the wind.
"You shouldn't complain about cold people when they're right next to you, Belca."
Belca shakes his head and leans on Eco's, blinking away snow.
"You're fine, idiot."
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
The reason why it feels like a sudden, jarring end: My fifteen minutes for writing finished, and you're typically not allowed to go on.
As much as he hates to admit it, Belca is fascinated by Eco. To an extent, that is; not enough that he'd go snooping in an insane extent, or like him past the point of no return, but he was fascinated by him, and that was that. How he could be so carefree, talking with everyone as if they were old friends; nothing formal about Eco, it seemed, not even in his mockery of nobles. It makes Belca a little uneasy, because at least at the palace they had held him in some sort of respect.
Even if it was a mockery of respect.
He's sure Eco respects him to some extent, even the smallest bit, if the way he trusts him is anything. Belca trusts Eco, too; he trusts him with his life, and trusts him enough to take care of people he holds dear to him. Friends. He trusts Eco with this and more, and it's a wonder with all of Belca's martyr acts that Eco trusts him to do what's right.
It's things like these that fascinate Belca (these things about Eco). He knows next to nothing about the surprisingly enigmatic man, while Eco seems to know all or most about him; he can only guess at how he'd act, and even then, it's unexpected every time. Eco is a mystery through and through, one that no matter how much Belca might dig at, he can't solve. An unsolvable case - left cold. A cold case. He smirks into the blizzard they're currently in (and shouldn't be letting his thoughts wander in, actually), and chuckles at his own joke.
Eco's clinging tightly to his arm, shivering. His red nose is leaking snot, his eyes are narrowed against the cold, and his cheeks are stained cherry from the icy wind. If it were anyone else, Belca decides, it would look cute. It's Eco, though, so that's how it is: Eco. The bard would disagree if he heard, and he does seem to hear (at least by the sudden hitch in chuckling), because he frowns at Belca and shoves his nose into the curve of Belca's jaw. The prince flinches when the cold, wet nose presses against his very nice, warm neck, and he scowls.
Eco smiles (he can feel it, not see it, and the area tingles from cold lips and hot breath) and hums, happy with the warmth. His voice is muffled against skin and between clothes, and Belca has to strain to hear the words over the howl of the wind.
"You shouldn't complain about cold people when they're right next to you, Belca."
Belca shakes his head and leans on Eco's, blinking away snow.
"You're fine, idiot."