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When Wufei woke the next morning, the rain had disappeared as though it had never been. A slice of brilliant blue sky peeked through the tiny window above his desk and sunlight poured onto his bed. Read the rest of this entry »
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Author’s Note: I started writing this last month, hoping to finish it in time for May 13th (13×6x5 day) but the damned thing got so long that I just couldn’t finish it in time. It’s supposed to be a oneshot but because this part is already pretty long I decided to break the entire thing into two parts. These are my three favorite GW guys so this is a total piece of indulgence. I hope you enjoy my silliness.
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Heero rubbed the soft strands of Duo’s hair between his fingers. His lover was asleep and in a rare moment of vulnerability, he appeared completely relaxed. Duo’s hair was tangled about him and Heero brushed the silky lock draped over the other man’s hip. It slipped away to reveal a pale scar, one of many on Duo’s leanly muscled body. He had as many as Heero did and Heero thought them beautiful silent testaments to his lover’s resilience and strength. Read the rest of this entry »
Wufei stumbled and Duo rushed to his side. “Prince Wufei? Are you okay? What the fuck was that?”
Wufei rubbed his eyes, shielding them from the piercing sun. His head was pounding and he felt like he had just been pummeled by a ton of bricks. What the devil just happened? Wufei frowned, struggling to remember.
Treize heard Wufei’s cry and bolted down the hall. What could have happened? Treize banged on the door to his husband’s new room. “Wufei? Wufei, are you all right? Answer me!”
Wufei hurried toward the throne room, lips pressed tightly together. The news of King Mueller’s arrival had shocked him, but he quickly recovered, determined to face the situation with all of his skill. It did not need saying how delicate the ground they were walking on was. One misstep could break the tenuous peace Rossetti shared with the Northern Kingdom. Read the rest of this entry »
“I am Meiran Ron of the Dragon Clan. Are you related to us, too?”
Wufei shook his head. “No,” he said hoarsely.” I am a foreigner from Eires. Tell me, how is it you come to look as you do?” Without Wufei noticing it, his hands were shaking.
Wufei was frozen in place:
Afraid to think, afraid to move, afraid to do anything that might disrupt the delicate choreography that now kept his and Trey’s limbs entwined. Read the rest of this entry »
“Ho! Wait, wait … steady ‘er … steady ‘er… the other side …. Now you got it….”
The men jostled Trey’s trunks out of his chamber, their voices vibrating with raucous energy despite the strenuous job. They advanced with their burden and Trey winced as yet another chest banged against the door frame. The men swung round the corner and their voices faded, muffled now by the winding hall and the clatter of shoes on the stairs. Somewhere a door banged.
“Someone! Get a healer!” Trey stumbled into the kitchen. Balancing Wufei in his arms he thanked whatever gods were watching that he’d found it in time. More than once, he had lost his way in the maze of hedges and was forced to double back, every one of Wufei’s moans a grim reminder that each misstep came at a terrible cost. “Please, I need a healer!”
Cupping his goblet, Trey shifted restlessly against the wall. A massive chandelier loomed overhead, pinpoints of light swirling on the surface of his wine and glittering off the jeweled fingers and necks in the banquet hall. There was a constant flow of chatter from the guests and from the press of bodies, a rustling of crinoline and silk like the stirring of brittle leaves. Trey kept his eyes on the door, hoping for a glimpse a particular dark head. When Wufei did not appear, he merged into the seething mass, weaving past a gaggle of noblewomen on his way to the doors.
Glossary:
kala: lover/mate
kinah: life-force, essence, aura
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Rossetti’s arm was pressed hot against his side and Wufei wrenched free of it the moment they were outside and well beyond earshot. Something hard and bitter had crystallized in him over the past few days and Wufei embraced it now in his fury: Never again would he allow anyone to take from him what he was not willing to give.
“Easy, boy,” Trey tugged on Porphyro’s reins and the stallion shied, stirring up little whirls of dust. Trey clicked his heels, trying to move the stallion forward. It snorted, and tossed its head, prancing skittishly.
Heero, Rossetti’s young head of security appeared at Trey’s side. Grim-faced, Heero reined in his own horse, “Is something amiss?” Read the rest of this entry »
Glossary
Saturnum: male spinsterhood
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“Odd isn’t it, that Prince Wufei isn’t up already? It’s almost noon. He’s usually awake before the sun.”
“Mmm hmm. I thought it strange too. I suppose it has something to do with the news.” Read the rest of this entry »
Wufei rapped on his father’s door. As he waited to be admitted to King Zechs’ chambers, he stared at the door’s old, dark wood. There was a nick near the knob, and Wufei could not help smiling as he probed it with his fingertip. Tomorrow, he would be eighteen; yet, it seemed he had carved that little wound only a sunrise ago. Read the rest of this entry »
Prince Wufei was a very sensible young man. In fact, some would even say the most sensible young man in the Kingdom of Eires. He was noble, pious, punctual, unflinchingly dedicated to his duties as first ambassador and (despite a little admitted to weakness for chocolate) never succumbed to frivolity or excess. Read the rest of this entry »
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Beautiful Monster by Joely Skye
