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rainbowfic2012-07-09 01:08 pm
kay_brooke) wrote in rainbowfic2012-07-09 01:08 pm
Alice Blue #23, Metallic Gold #10, Orange #8
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Myrrosta
Colors: Alice Blue #23 (it would be so nice if something made sense for a change), Metallic Gold #10 (role), Orange #8 (who loves orange soda), Styles/Supplies: None
Word Count: 835
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Merrus just wanted to sleep in.
Notes: Just a silly little Merrus & Atro piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Merrus was rudely awakened by someone knocking on his door.
Well, he had already been awake, but he had been lying in bed enjoying the early morning sunlight streaming through the open window shutters. By his estimation he still had plenty of time before he was expected to be dressed and downstairs for midday dinner, which Martyn insisted upon. Today Atro's lessons were of a more academic nature, and he was meeting with a human tutor. Merrus wouldn't have to even see Atro until after he had eaten.
But now, it seemed, there was some servant knocking on his door when there was no reason to. Merrus had mentally started adding the appellation "idiot," a word he had picked up in his two months here, whenever he thought of the servants, but he never dared say anything aloud. He knew in Martyn's mind he was a servant.
This was too much, though. This was the only morning he could enjoy daybreak in peace. Merrus shoved himself out of bed and stomped across the floor, barely stopping to throw a robe on before yanking at the doorknob.
"Why?" he said as he jerked the door open. "Every morning! Why?"
Then he stopped, because there was no servant at his door. Instead it was Atro, who was looking at him as if he'd lost his mind.
"Atro," said Merrus, stepping back from the door. "Aren't you supposed to be in lessons this morning?"
Atro shrugged and entered Merrus's room without invitation. He flung himself across the bed and sighed dramatically. Merrus wondered if he should scold the boy for impropriety. He felt that Martyn would probably want that. And Atro was headstrong and stubborn, and he had to learn he just couldn't barge his way into every situation without considering the consequences.
But he was also only eight, and the informality didn't bother Merrus, so he merely closed the door and looked over at Atro, who had sat up and was peering at him expectantly.
"What are my lessons today?" he asked brightly.
Merrus narrowed his eyes. Atro was never so excited about their lessons. He constantly pestered Merrus to teach him "real magic," completely unappreciative of the fact that he needed to know other things first. "Your lessons aren't until after midday dinner. Why aren't you with your tutor?"
"Got done early," said Atro with an entirely unconvincing smile. "Father said I should see you. He said I'm not allowed to have time to play."
Merrus frowned. While that did kind of sound like Martyn, he was certain those weren't the words he would have used. "Martyn sent you?"
"Yes." Atro nodded solemnly, never breaking eye contact with Merrus.
Merrus sighed. "Atro, where's your tutor?"
"Gone."
"Atro."
Atro groaned and flung himself on his back. "I don't know. The library?"
"Atro?"
"What?"
"Are you supposed to be in the library, too?"
"Dunno."
Merrus briefly closed his eyes. "Get up," he said. "We're going."
"Are we going to have lessons?" Atro looked entirely too excited.
"Just one lesson," said Merrus. "Today we're going to learn the fastest route from here to the library."
"I already know that," said Atro, crossing his arms.
"Then you can teach me. It'll be different." Merrus held out his hand. "Come on."
"You just want to take me back to the tutor," grumbled Atro.
"There, you see? Lesson learned. I guess we're also done early, so you can go back to your tutor."
"That's not fair, Merrus!" Atro said, balling up his fists. "I hate the tutor. I hate how much work he makes me do. I want to be with you, learning magic!"
"If you don't go back to your tutor," said Merrus, seizing on the chance the boy had given him, "I won't teach you anything about the ethestras."
"You can't do that," said Atro automatically, with the assurance of the son of a Councilor. "My father will make you teach me."
"He doesn't know anything about the ethestras," argued Merrus, feeling ridiculous. "As long as you don't get sick again, he won't know what I'm teaching or not teaching you."
"I'll tell him," said Atro, pouting.
"Then I'll quit," said Merrus. "I'll leave and you'll have to be in lessons with your boring tutors every day, all day long."
Atro's eyes widened, and Merrus allowed himself an inward smile. "No! I don't want you to leave, Merrus!"
"Then you'll come with me to the library and finish your lessons," said Merrus, holding out his hand again. "After dinner we'll have our lessons, all right?"
Atro groaned as if Merrus was asking some impossible task, but he stood up and took Merrus's hand. "Fine."
"It's important, you know," said Merrus, leading the boy out the door.
"What is?"
"That you learn these other things."
"You sound like my father," said Atro, wrinkling his nose.
That was a disturbing thought. Merrus kept his mouth shut the rest of the walk to the library.
kay_brookeStory: The Myrrosta
Colors: Alice Blue #23 (it would be so nice if something made sense for a change), Metallic Gold #10 (role), Orange #8 (who loves orange soda), Styles/Supplies: None
Word Count: 835
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Merrus just wanted to sleep in.
Notes: Just a silly little Merrus & Atro piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
Merrus was rudely awakened by someone knocking on his door.
Well, he had already been awake, but he had been lying in bed enjoying the early morning sunlight streaming through the open window shutters. By his estimation he still had plenty of time before he was expected to be dressed and downstairs for midday dinner, which Martyn insisted upon. Today Atro's lessons were of a more academic nature, and he was meeting with a human tutor. Merrus wouldn't have to even see Atro until after he had eaten.
But now, it seemed, there was some servant knocking on his door when there was no reason to. Merrus had mentally started adding the appellation "idiot," a word he had picked up in his two months here, whenever he thought of the servants, but he never dared say anything aloud. He knew in Martyn's mind he was a servant.
This was too much, though. This was the only morning he could enjoy daybreak in peace. Merrus shoved himself out of bed and stomped across the floor, barely stopping to throw a robe on before yanking at the doorknob.
"Why?" he said as he jerked the door open. "Every morning! Why?"
Then he stopped, because there was no servant at his door. Instead it was Atro, who was looking at him as if he'd lost his mind.
"Atro," said Merrus, stepping back from the door. "Aren't you supposed to be in lessons this morning?"
Atro shrugged and entered Merrus's room without invitation. He flung himself across the bed and sighed dramatically. Merrus wondered if he should scold the boy for impropriety. He felt that Martyn would probably want that. And Atro was headstrong and stubborn, and he had to learn he just couldn't barge his way into every situation without considering the consequences.
But he was also only eight, and the informality didn't bother Merrus, so he merely closed the door and looked over at Atro, who had sat up and was peering at him expectantly.
"What are my lessons today?" he asked brightly.
Merrus narrowed his eyes. Atro was never so excited about their lessons. He constantly pestered Merrus to teach him "real magic," completely unappreciative of the fact that he needed to know other things first. "Your lessons aren't until after midday dinner. Why aren't you with your tutor?"
"Got done early," said Atro with an entirely unconvincing smile. "Father said I should see you. He said I'm not allowed to have time to play."
Merrus frowned. While that did kind of sound like Martyn, he was certain those weren't the words he would have used. "Martyn sent you?"
"Yes." Atro nodded solemnly, never breaking eye contact with Merrus.
Merrus sighed. "Atro, where's your tutor?"
"Gone."
"Atro."
Atro groaned and flung himself on his back. "I don't know. The library?"
"Atro?"
"What?"
"Are you supposed to be in the library, too?"
"Dunno."
Merrus briefly closed his eyes. "Get up," he said. "We're going."
"Are we going to have lessons?" Atro looked entirely too excited.
"Just one lesson," said Merrus. "Today we're going to learn the fastest route from here to the library."
"I already know that," said Atro, crossing his arms.
"Then you can teach me. It'll be different." Merrus held out his hand. "Come on."
"You just want to take me back to the tutor," grumbled Atro.
"There, you see? Lesson learned. I guess we're also done early, so you can go back to your tutor."
"That's not fair, Merrus!" Atro said, balling up his fists. "I hate the tutor. I hate how much work he makes me do. I want to be with you, learning magic!"
"If you don't go back to your tutor," said Merrus, seizing on the chance the boy had given him, "I won't teach you anything about the ethestras."
"You can't do that," said Atro automatically, with the assurance of the son of a Councilor. "My father will make you teach me."
"He doesn't know anything about the ethestras," argued Merrus, feeling ridiculous. "As long as you don't get sick again, he won't know what I'm teaching or not teaching you."
"I'll tell him," said Atro, pouting.
"Then I'll quit," said Merrus. "I'll leave and you'll have to be in lessons with your boring tutors every day, all day long."
Atro's eyes widened, and Merrus allowed himself an inward smile. "No! I don't want you to leave, Merrus!"
"Then you'll come with me to the library and finish your lessons," said Merrus, holding out his hand again. "After dinner we'll have our lessons, all right?"
Atro groaned as if Merrus was asking some impossible task, but he stood up and took Merrus's hand. "Fine."
"It's important, you know," said Merrus, leading the boy out the door.
"What is?"
"That you learn these other things."
"You sound like my father," said Atro, wrinkling his nose.
That was a disturbing thought. Merrus kept his mouth shut the rest of the walk to the library.
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Still, he deals very well with Atro and his demands, which is no mean feat!
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Thanks for reading!