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faded_lace) wrote2008-11-24 10:16 pm
faded_lace) wrote2008-11-24 10:16 pm
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RP Alt End fic~
So, this isn't actually part of the Alternate End, but rather, a little something I wrote up this afternoon dealing with relationships and things in that verse. Percy and Faustino centric, I hope you enjoy it!
Title: Innocence is Bliss
Claimer: Faustino is mine, Perceval is V's... so together they're ours :D;
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: BL stuff, talk of sex, shota
Author's Note: I wanted to write a story in the Alternate End!verse in which Perceval hangs out with Faustino... XD;; because they're like inlaws. And they're really in the same situation, when it comes to Dragomir and Niles, in the end...
It was an awkward situation, really, and both of them had tried as hard as they could to avoid it, but somehow, through some unfortunate turn of fate, they had ended up here, together, with nothing to do but sit and stare uncomfortably away from one another. Faustino fiddled with his gun idly, watching the minute hand of the gold clock that sat on the coffee table move slower than he felt possible. Occasionally, he glanced over to where Perceval sat on the sofa, watched him fix his hair, smooth his clothing, adjust one of his many rings or the emerald broach at his throat. He was somehow fascinating to look at for a few minutes, like an animal in a menagerie, with his bizarre neuroses, but then Perceval would realize he was being watched and look up and Faustino would have to turn away quickly and pretend he had been playing with the safety on his pistol this whole time. And so it went for a good twenty minutes.
Why, Faustino wondered bitterly, as he pouted at his gun, had Donavan dumped him here, anyway? Earlier in the day, Donavan had told Faustino that he had an appointment with the General Commandant, and promised Faustino a treat afterwards, but Faustino had pouted and protested. After all, he hated being abandoned at home while Donavan went out, and, he had whined, it was just so boring. Donavan had replied with a shrug that he could come along if he wanted, and could wait during his meeting, and they would go out together directly afterwords, and Faustino, finding himself unable to come up with a valid argument against this, ended up trapped by his own plan. Instead of being bored at home, where he had books to read and servants to boss around and underlings to hunt down and bother, he would be stuck waiting in the palace, full of those hoity-toity adults who always gave him strange looks and told him not to touch things, as if he would break them.
And as if things weren't bad enough, when they arrived at the palace, Donavan had brought him in to meet with the General Commandant and the Queen before urging him to go wait in a sitting room. Faustino was in the process of obediently doing as told when Perceval made one of those ridiculous faces of his and had complained that he wouldn't have a child running loose in his palace! And Faustino had been about to shoot back a threat when Donavan cut him off with a very diplomatic ten years old is hardly a child, cousin, and then the stupid Queen had turned to the Commandant and did that irritating whine of but Algernon and the Commandant had settled the matter with the decree that Perceval would sit and wait with Faustino, and no matter what faces and entreaties the Queen made then, that was the end of that.
So now they both sat here silently disliking one another and the situation, hoping that, in the next minute, Donavan and the Commandant would return and free them of this ridiculous obligation. Faustino was now watching as the Queen shifted and uncrossed his legs only to cross them again a moment later, and was in the process of contemplating shifting positions himself at the risk of looking like a squirming, impatient child when he was startled by Perceval's voice. "Do you know what they're doing?"
Faustino blinked back at him to find Perceval very intently examining his wedding band, and hesitated a moment, still too surprised to speak. "Um... no... he didn't tell me," he replied awkwardly after a moment, suddenly feeling stupid for not knowing. "That is... I'm sure it's something important..." he tried again, but that came out sounding stupid as well, so he shut up, feeling himself blush.
The Queen sniffed dramatically, and Faustino raised an eyebrow in exasperation, wondering honestly how someone could be so melodramatically irritating when Perceval spoke again. "Do you think they're..." he curled his lip, as if continuing the sentence might kill him. "... you know."
It was lucky (or perhaps unlucky) that Faustino had been worried for the same things, or else he might never have figured out what Perceval was hinting at. "Of course not!" he replied quickly, accidentally dropping his gun, which fell to the hardwood floor with a clatter. Perceval made a face that very clearly said what a child, and Faustino stuck his tongue out at him before retrieving it and placing it back in it holster. "I mean, Donavan would have said. He... he wouldn't have brought me if he was..." As stupid as he thought the Queen was, Faustino couldn't bring himself to say it, either, and bit his lip. He had been convincing himself that this would be a brief, normal meeting for the entire morning, but not that it was being put to the test, his reasoning was crumbling.
Perceval nodded, looking at his lap, and Faustino realized that, in the moment, his facades were dropped and there was a sincere look of pained sadness in his eyes. "It's just that... Algernon... hasn't been to see Christian in a while." He bit his lip, then brought himself back together to look at Faustino, who almost immediately looked away. "... Donavan... has he...?"
"Not in a while," Faustino admitted tightly. He had been gleeful that, in the past week, Donavan hadn't been to see Dragomir once, but perhaps, he had been waiting for some occasion today? "You don't think that... together, they might have...?"
"No-- it's impossible," Perceval replied a little too quickly. "Algernon would have told me if something special was happening. If they were planning something with Hirlea and Christian... Algernon would have let me know..." But it seemed to Faustino that he was saying it with such adamancy more to assure himself, and he felt his stomach twist.
"It's... only been half an hour. It hasn't been that long. They're probably talking about... politics... or something," he offered almost comfortingly, and Perceval nodded back at him, sniffing again. "I'm sure... I bet they'll be back soon."
There was silence for a moment, and Faustino watched the Queen as he shifted again, as if trying to convince himself that everything really was all right, then gave up with a pathetic sigh. "I just... I hate leaving those two alone together."
"Why's that?" Faustino shot back faster than he intended, and felt stupid for it when the Queen turned up his nose slightly.
"Ever since they met..." Perceval trailed, as if he didn't like to admit whatever he was going to say. "Ever since then... Donavan's been... well, you know. Donavan." As if that was a legitimate explanation, but Faustino understood and didn't like the implications.
"Don't be stupid. Donavan loves me," he replied certainly, almost haughtily. It was a point, however, that made him cringe, made him angry, made him burn with jealousy, because Donavan, as the Queen so aptly put it, was Donavan, and Donavan liked sex. Faustino knew he slept around with prostitutes and things of the like, but it made him jealous beyond belief. Still, he was loyal to Donavan, and he knew Donavan loved him... and there was a big difference between some whore on the street and the General Commandant! No, Faustino would not believe it. He'd sooner admit to Donavan's continued obsession with Dragomir than to a prolonged affair with the Commandant.
Perceval raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head in a patronizing sort of way. "And Algernon loves me, but what does that have to do with it? Don't be childish. If they're not off with their stupid little pets and they're alone together... well, some of us aren't so naive as you."
Faustino felt his gut wrench, and he stood abruptly. He refused to believe it, he simply refused to believe it. That stupid Queen was probably just trying to upset him anyway, he had never liked him... even if he did look sincerely upset himself-- it wasn't true! Hot tears in the corners of his eyes, Faustino protested loudly, "It's not true! I know it's not true! Donavan would never--"
"I would never what?" Faustino turned with a start to see Donavan and the Commandant in the doorway, Donavan looking at him curiously with a smirk, the Commandant smiling congenially. Both looked perfectly normal, but then again, now Faustino didn't know...
"Algernon!" the Queen exclaimed, standing much more gracefully than Faustino had and hurrying to the Commandant's side, clasping his arm. "Are you two done? It's been terrible without you!"
The Commandant nodded to Donavan, then turned and led the Queen back out into the hall. "Now, now, Percy..." Faustino could hear him soothing as they disappeared from sight, and, with a pout, turned to Donavan, almost indignant.
"Donavan... were you...?" But he couldn't bring himself to say it now, not to Donavan's face, and so, blushing, looking down for a moment, he pouted. "Do you love me, Donavan?"
Donavan laughed, as if it were the silliest question in the world, and Faustino looked up at him hopefully as he smiled and dropped to one knee, pressing a kiss to Faustino's forehead. "Why would you ever doubt it?"
Faustino was sick of feeling stupid as he looked away again. "Well... it's just... the Queen said..." But why had he even listened to Perceval, anyway? It was stupid, it was all so stupid, but he couldn't banish that nagging doubt... Still. "It's nothing, Donavan. Sorry."
"No need to be sorry." Donavan smiled at him, placing another kiss on his lips, before rising and taking Faustino's hand in his own. "Now, I promised you ice cream, didn't I, kiddo?"
Faustino smiled and nodded and followed Donavan to the automobile, pushing everything the Queen had said from his mind, but somewhere deep inside him, a knot of doubt had formed, and no matter what he told himself, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ease it. Stupid Queen. Stupid Commandant. As much as he hated being called a child, as much as he wanted to be a grown up, Faustino was beginning to see what they meant when they said 'innocence is bliss.'
Title: Innocence is Bliss
Claimer: Faustino is mine, Perceval is V's... so together they're ours :D;
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: BL stuff, talk of sex, shota
Author's Note: I wanted to write a story in the Alternate End!verse in which Perceval hangs out with Faustino... XD;; because they're like inlaws. And they're really in the same situation, when it comes to Dragomir and Niles, in the end...
It was an awkward situation, really, and both of them had tried as hard as they could to avoid it, but somehow, through some unfortunate turn of fate, they had ended up here, together, with nothing to do but sit and stare uncomfortably away from one another. Faustino fiddled with his gun idly, watching the minute hand of the gold clock that sat on the coffee table move slower than he felt possible. Occasionally, he glanced over to where Perceval sat on the sofa, watched him fix his hair, smooth his clothing, adjust one of his many rings or the emerald broach at his throat. He was somehow fascinating to look at for a few minutes, like an animal in a menagerie, with his bizarre neuroses, but then Perceval would realize he was being watched and look up and Faustino would have to turn away quickly and pretend he had been playing with the safety on his pistol this whole time. And so it went for a good twenty minutes.
Why, Faustino wondered bitterly, as he pouted at his gun, had Donavan dumped him here, anyway? Earlier in the day, Donavan had told Faustino that he had an appointment with the General Commandant, and promised Faustino a treat afterwards, but Faustino had pouted and protested. After all, he hated being abandoned at home while Donavan went out, and, he had whined, it was just so boring. Donavan had replied with a shrug that he could come along if he wanted, and could wait during his meeting, and they would go out together directly afterwords, and Faustino, finding himself unable to come up with a valid argument against this, ended up trapped by his own plan. Instead of being bored at home, where he had books to read and servants to boss around and underlings to hunt down and bother, he would be stuck waiting in the palace, full of those hoity-toity adults who always gave him strange looks and told him not to touch things, as if he would break them.
And as if things weren't bad enough, when they arrived at the palace, Donavan had brought him in to meet with the General Commandant and the Queen before urging him to go wait in a sitting room. Faustino was in the process of obediently doing as told when Perceval made one of those ridiculous faces of his and had complained that he wouldn't have a child running loose in his palace! And Faustino had been about to shoot back a threat when Donavan cut him off with a very diplomatic ten years old is hardly a child, cousin, and then the stupid Queen had turned to the Commandant and did that irritating whine of but Algernon and the Commandant had settled the matter with the decree that Perceval would sit and wait with Faustino, and no matter what faces and entreaties the Queen made then, that was the end of that.
So now they both sat here silently disliking one another and the situation, hoping that, in the next minute, Donavan and the Commandant would return and free them of this ridiculous obligation. Faustino was now watching as the Queen shifted and uncrossed his legs only to cross them again a moment later, and was in the process of contemplating shifting positions himself at the risk of looking like a squirming, impatient child when he was startled by Perceval's voice. "Do you know what they're doing?"
Faustino blinked back at him to find Perceval very intently examining his wedding band, and hesitated a moment, still too surprised to speak. "Um... no... he didn't tell me," he replied awkwardly after a moment, suddenly feeling stupid for not knowing. "That is... I'm sure it's something important..." he tried again, but that came out sounding stupid as well, so he shut up, feeling himself blush.
The Queen sniffed dramatically, and Faustino raised an eyebrow in exasperation, wondering honestly how someone could be so melodramatically irritating when Perceval spoke again. "Do you think they're..." he curled his lip, as if continuing the sentence might kill him. "... you know."
It was lucky (or perhaps unlucky) that Faustino had been worried for the same things, or else he might never have figured out what Perceval was hinting at. "Of course not!" he replied quickly, accidentally dropping his gun, which fell to the hardwood floor with a clatter. Perceval made a face that very clearly said what a child, and Faustino stuck his tongue out at him before retrieving it and placing it back in it holster. "I mean, Donavan would have said. He... he wouldn't have brought me if he was..." As stupid as he thought the Queen was, Faustino couldn't bring himself to say it, either, and bit his lip. He had been convincing himself that this would be a brief, normal meeting for the entire morning, but not that it was being put to the test, his reasoning was crumbling.
Perceval nodded, looking at his lap, and Faustino realized that, in the moment, his facades were dropped and there was a sincere look of pained sadness in his eyes. "It's just that... Algernon... hasn't been to see Christian in a while." He bit his lip, then brought himself back together to look at Faustino, who almost immediately looked away. "... Donavan... has he...?"
"Not in a while," Faustino admitted tightly. He had been gleeful that, in the past week, Donavan hadn't been to see Dragomir once, but perhaps, he had been waiting for some occasion today? "You don't think that... together, they might have...?"
"No-- it's impossible," Perceval replied a little too quickly. "Algernon would have told me if something special was happening. If they were planning something with Hirlea and Christian... Algernon would have let me know..." But it seemed to Faustino that he was saying it with such adamancy more to assure himself, and he felt his stomach twist.
"It's... only been half an hour. It hasn't been that long. They're probably talking about... politics... or something," he offered almost comfortingly, and Perceval nodded back at him, sniffing again. "I'm sure... I bet they'll be back soon."
There was silence for a moment, and Faustino watched the Queen as he shifted again, as if trying to convince himself that everything really was all right, then gave up with a pathetic sigh. "I just... I hate leaving those two alone together."
"Why's that?" Faustino shot back faster than he intended, and felt stupid for it when the Queen turned up his nose slightly.
"Ever since they met..." Perceval trailed, as if he didn't like to admit whatever he was going to say. "Ever since then... Donavan's been... well, you know. Donavan." As if that was a legitimate explanation, but Faustino understood and didn't like the implications.
"Don't be stupid. Donavan loves me," he replied certainly, almost haughtily. It was a point, however, that made him cringe, made him angry, made him burn with jealousy, because Donavan, as the Queen so aptly put it, was Donavan, and Donavan liked sex. Faustino knew he slept around with prostitutes and things of the like, but it made him jealous beyond belief. Still, he was loyal to Donavan, and he knew Donavan loved him... and there was a big difference between some whore on the street and the General Commandant! No, Faustino would not believe it. He'd sooner admit to Donavan's continued obsession with Dragomir than to a prolonged affair with the Commandant.
Perceval raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head in a patronizing sort of way. "And Algernon loves me, but what does that have to do with it? Don't be childish. If they're not off with their stupid little pets and they're alone together... well, some of us aren't so naive as you."
Faustino felt his gut wrench, and he stood abruptly. He refused to believe it, he simply refused to believe it. That stupid Queen was probably just trying to upset him anyway, he had never liked him... even if he did look sincerely upset himself-- it wasn't true! Hot tears in the corners of his eyes, Faustino protested loudly, "It's not true! I know it's not true! Donavan would never--"
"I would never what?" Faustino turned with a start to see Donavan and the Commandant in the doorway, Donavan looking at him curiously with a smirk, the Commandant smiling congenially. Both looked perfectly normal, but then again, now Faustino didn't know...
"Algernon!" the Queen exclaimed, standing much more gracefully than Faustino had and hurrying to the Commandant's side, clasping his arm. "Are you two done? It's been terrible without you!"
The Commandant nodded to Donavan, then turned and led the Queen back out into the hall. "Now, now, Percy..." Faustino could hear him soothing as they disappeared from sight, and, with a pout, turned to Donavan, almost indignant.
"Donavan... were you...?" But he couldn't bring himself to say it now, not to Donavan's face, and so, blushing, looking down for a moment, he pouted. "Do you love me, Donavan?"
Donavan laughed, as if it were the silliest question in the world, and Faustino looked up at him hopefully as he smiled and dropped to one knee, pressing a kiss to Faustino's forehead. "Why would you ever doubt it?"
Faustino was sick of feeling stupid as he looked away again. "Well... it's just... the Queen said..." But why had he even listened to Perceval, anyway? It was stupid, it was all so stupid, but he couldn't banish that nagging doubt... Still. "It's nothing, Donavan. Sorry."
"No need to be sorry." Donavan smiled at him, placing another kiss on his lips, before rising and taking Faustino's hand in his own. "Now, I promised you ice cream, didn't I, kiddo?"
Faustino smiled and nodded and followed Donavan to the automobile, pushing everything the Queen had said from his mind, but somewhere deep inside him, a knot of doubt had formed, and no matter what he told himself, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't ease it. Stupid Queen. Stupid Commandant. As much as he hated being called a child, as much as he wanted to be a grown up, Faustino was beginning to see what they meant when they said 'innocence is bliss.'
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