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rainbowfic2016-02-18 01:52 pm
novel_machinist) wrote in rainbowfic2016-02-18 01:52 pm
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MEME FOR PRESIDENT! [3. I can has cheezburger?]
Author:novel_machinist
Story:Kizier/Tharii
Characters: Sento and Gabriel
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [3. I can has cheezburger?]
Rating: PG13 cause Gabe's got a potty mouth
Word Count: 431
Warnings: None
Notes: Gabriel is fairly sure that he's going to die. But at least he'll eat first.
Gabriel ducked his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fine, buy me lunch. There's a place close that has excellent food, good beer." He turned his back to Sento and lead him out of the alley and back into the streets.
Sento breathed and thought about how he desperately needed a beer.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Gabriel froze, turned and then added. "You didn't say that aloud, did you?"
Sento shook his head. "No, I did not."
"Can you like… always hear what I'm saying?"
Sento clenched his jaw. "When we are eating, we should discuss what I can and cannot do and find out what part of that involves our Bond." Sento focused looking just over Gabriel's head, easy enough to do with their height difference. He was dutifully ignoring the swelling of emotions that told him to reach out and comfort the other man. Gabriel's fear was understandable. At the very least it apparently cancelled out Sento's own.
The restaurant was nice and an obvious port of call for many wanderers. No one paid Gabriel and Sento any mind as they slid into one of the booths in a far tucked corner. The thick, dark wooden benches muffled any sounds from conversations around them.
After ordering, Gabriel launched right into it. "Look, I get it, you're rich as shit if you were attending that party. I-"
"-I wasn't attending." Sento attempted to clarify.
"What do you mean? There aren't any independant sex-bonding Kiziers that I know of."
"No no." Sento waved a hand. "It was my party."
Gabriel's jaw dropped and his hands rested flat on the table. Slowly he closed his mouth and swallowed. "I am so fucking dead."
Sento blinked in shock. "Dead?"
"Yeah. Fucking dead! People like you get people like me killed for shit like this." Gabriel's eyes scanned the restaurant as if he expected the whole thing to be some sort of trap. "If not you then-"
"No one would dare." Sento said smoothly. In an effort to do something constructive with his hands, Sento unfurled the flatware and spread the napkin over his lap primly.
Gabriel bit his lip. The warm feeling that crept across the table from him was not exactly calm but a sudden measure of desire had colored the urge to run. He nodded and extended his hand. "I trust you. I'm Gabriel del la Torre." After a firm shake he then brandished a fork at Sento. "And you must be Vicente Gracianez Valentin de Sole."
"Just Sento, please. And that's the wrong fork."
Gabriel rolled his eyes.
novel_machinistStory:Kizier/Tharii
Characters: Sento and Gabriel
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [3. I can has cheezburger?]
Rating: PG13 cause Gabe's got a potty mouth
Word Count: 431
Warnings: None
Notes: Gabriel is fairly sure that he's going to die. But at least he'll eat first.
Gabriel ducked his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fine, buy me lunch. There's a place close that has excellent food, good beer." He turned his back to Sento and lead him out of the alley and back into the streets.
Sento breathed and thought about how he desperately needed a beer.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Gabriel froze, turned and then added. "You didn't say that aloud, did you?"
Sento shook his head. "No, I did not."
"Can you like… always hear what I'm saying?"
Sento clenched his jaw. "When we are eating, we should discuss what I can and cannot do and find out what part of that involves our Bond." Sento focused looking just over Gabriel's head, easy enough to do with their height difference. He was dutifully ignoring the swelling of emotions that told him to reach out and comfort the other man. Gabriel's fear was understandable. At the very least it apparently cancelled out Sento's own.
The restaurant was nice and an obvious port of call for many wanderers. No one paid Gabriel and Sento any mind as they slid into one of the booths in a far tucked corner. The thick, dark wooden benches muffled any sounds from conversations around them.
After ordering, Gabriel launched right into it. "Look, I get it, you're rich as shit if you were attending that party. I-"
"-I wasn't attending." Sento attempted to clarify.
"What do you mean? There aren't any independant sex-bonding Kiziers that I know of."
"No no." Sento waved a hand. "It was my party."
Gabriel's jaw dropped and his hands rested flat on the table. Slowly he closed his mouth and swallowed. "I am so fucking dead."
Sento blinked in shock. "Dead?"
"Yeah. Fucking dead! People like you get people like me killed for shit like this." Gabriel's eyes scanned the restaurant as if he expected the whole thing to be some sort of trap. "If not you then-"
"No one would dare." Sento said smoothly. In an effort to do something constructive with his hands, Sento unfurled the flatware and spread the napkin over his lap primly.
Gabriel bit his lip. The warm feeling that crept across the table from him was not exactly calm but a sudden measure of desire had colored the urge to run. He nodded and extended his hand. "I trust you. I'm Gabriel del la Torre." After a firm shake he then brandished a fork at Sento. "And you must be Vicente Gracianez Valentin de Sole."
"Just Sento, please. And that's the wrong fork."
Gabriel rolled his eyes.
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STINGER
I love this. I love them and the beer-based awkward and the MY PARTY. Yes.
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I BELIEVE IN YOU GABRIEL. And in this relationship.
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Thanks for reading!