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metamorphosis2011-03-28 07:24 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2011-03-28 07:24 am
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Title: impression lessons
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
For my sweet Rinna. One day, I'll stop writing these two for you and write-- something that lies even further in your interests.
"Don't you want to make a good first impression? Stand straight and make sure the book doesn't fall again!"
It'd be easier to concentrate if Eco weren't treating him like his tutors had when he was growing up - and also if he'd stop eating in front of him. Before him is a table full of empty dishes, and hell if he knows where the slender bard's putting it all away. A little more rigid, eyes straight ahead - he walked perfectly fine, why did he need this anyways! And he replaces the book on his head, stepping forward with care and what he's left to assume is 'dignity'. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them a second later (just a blink) Eco isn't in front of him anymore, and he pauses after his step.
Belca can feel him, though, in the room; he can feel him behind him, with curious fingers that dance up his spine like silk, smoothly against the rough cotton of his shirt. Eco's checking posture, curling his fingers into his palm when he reaches the back of his neck and running his knuckles down the knocks in his spine. An approving hum - and Belca's hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd be done and he'd be able to eat something - and Eco goes around his left, flashing him a smile. He's carefully hiding something in his left hand, and when he opens it it's a slice of lemon, juices pooling slightly in his open palm.
Manners go out the window; Belca snags it away, the book falls, and Eco steals it back.
"Belca! Act more like a prince! Honestly, you're making this much harder than it has to be..."
"Like hell I'm going to do all that again!"
"You're gonna!"
"Give me the damn slice, Eco!"
"What, you thought this was for you? How rude!"
A single twist, and it's disappeared; Eco sucks his cheeks in and puckers his lips at the evident sourness of the lemon. Belca hopes his dumb face'll get stuck like that, puckered and parched. He takes a seat, leans his forehead against the heel of his hand, and tiredly pushes his fingers through his hair. Eco titters close by, the clink of teacups being his only guess as to what he's doing. The platter of sandwiches and tea being slid in front of him answers his guess and he gives him a silent, suffering look before grabbing one of the sandwiches and disregarding the tea entirely.
They eat in silence; Belca prefers to eat now, drink later, and Eco prefers drinking now, eating later, so they end up taking one side of the tray and staying on that side. Clink-clink, says white cup on white saucer, with the strong scent of cinnamon and clover. The sandwiches offer no response. They sit, quiet, watching the tea moodily - it was the dumb tea's fault, in the end.
They don't continue the lesson afterwards; Belca stretches out on the floor, purposefully oblivious to any signs Eco might be making behind him, and sleeps with his face pressed against the cold, damp rock, and Eco gives up after a while, moving the prince to a better bed than the stoney ground and taking up residence at the desk beside it.
Characters: Eco, Belca
Rating: G
For my sweet Rinna. One day, I'll stop writing these two for you and write-- something that lies even further in your interests.
"Don't you want to make a good first impression? Stand straight and make sure the book doesn't fall again!"
It'd be easier to concentrate if Eco weren't treating him like his tutors had when he was growing up - and also if he'd stop eating in front of him. Before him is a table full of empty dishes, and hell if he knows where the slender bard's putting it all away. A little more rigid, eyes straight ahead - he walked perfectly fine, why did he need this anyways! And he replaces the book on his head, stepping forward with care and what he's left to assume is 'dignity'. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them a second later (just a blink) Eco isn't in front of him anymore, and he pauses after his step.
Belca can feel him, though, in the room; he can feel him behind him, with curious fingers that dance up his spine like silk, smoothly against the rough cotton of his shirt. Eco's checking posture, curling his fingers into his palm when he reaches the back of his neck and running his knuckles down the knocks in his spine. An approving hum - and Belca's hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd be done and he'd be able to eat something - and Eco goes around his left, flashing him a smile. He's carefully hiding something in his left hand, and when he opens it it's a slice of lemon, juices pooling slightly in his open palm.
Manners go out the window; Belca snags it away, the book falls, and Eco steals it back.
"Belca! Act more like a prince! Honestly, you're making this much harder than it has to be..."
"Like hell I'm going to do all that again!"
"You're gonna!"
"Give me the damn slice, Eco!"
"What, you thought this was for you? How rude!"
A single twist, and it's disappeared; Eco sucks his cheeks in and puckers his lips at the evident sourness of the lemon. Belca hopes his dumb face'll get stuck like that, puckered and parched. He takes a seat, leans his forehead against the heel of his hand, and tiredly pushes his fingers through his hair. Eco titters close by, the clink of teacups being his only guess as to what he's doing. The platter of sandwiches and tea being slid in front of him answers his guess and he gives him a silent, suffering look before grabbing one of the sandwiches and disregarding the tea entirely.
They eat in silence; Belca prefers to eat now, drink later, and Eco prefers drinking now, eating later, so they end up taking one side of the tray and staying on that side. Clink-clink, says white cup on white saucer, with the strong scent of cinnamon and clover. The sandwiches offer no response. They sit, quiet, watching the tea moodily - it was the dumb tea's fault, in the end.
They don't continue the lesson afterwards; Belca stretches out on the floor, purposefully oblivious to any signs Eco might be making behind him, and sleeps with his face pressed against the cold, damp rock, and Eco gives up after a while, moving the prince to a better bed than the stoney ground and taking up residence at the desk beside it.