The Wings of a Butterfly
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
8,011
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. Laevi of Theed
6
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Simon and Greg set to work on another, bigger transporter. They wouldn’t build it in the same room as the small device, because if it worked, Julian would suddenly appear in the middle of the study with no means on hiding. For a moment they were thinking about building it outside the house, but then it could be impossible to get inside.
Eventually, they settled on a small room next to the study, large enough to hold all the equipment and wires, and small enough to be unimportant in the past.
Simon suggested they would check its purpose with the screen first, but Julian was simply too impatient.
Sir Oliver accepted the assignment on making an authentic looking 18th century suit. They didn’t discuss the price, and even left the bet unmentioned. Julian didn’t care if it would be for free or not. His whole fortune was slipping through his fingers as it were.
Most of his money got spent on money. Not the modern currencies, but replicas of British coins he’d bought from collectors and borrowed from museums. They had to be exact, with the same alloy and weight of the original ones. Of course he could bring the originals with him instead… But it would be a bit strange to have such old-looking money in his pocket.
A few of the replicated coins, made from different metals, were given to the scientists to see if they went through. It would be slightly unnerving if he had to find out he had to go through naked, instead of prepared.
Lucky for him, and for everybody who worked so hard, the coins went through the small transporter as if they threw it through a tube, even without power failures. Frederick found a lot of strange stuff on his desk lately. He also found another letter.
Frederick, my Frederick… Wouldn’t you like to meet me? Would you like to be hold between strong, loving arms… To be kissed and caressed, to be served by your devoted admirer… You will know who I am, very soon, my love…
The blue-eyed nobleman blushed a delightfully pink when he read the passionate note, and quickly put it away with the rest of the stuff in the drawer. He was smiling more often lately, much to Julian’s pleasure. But the woman still appeared every now and then…
“I am ready for it,” he muttered frequently to Greg and Simon. “When will it be done? Can’t you speed things up a bit?”
“No.” Even Greg lost his patience with the demanding investor eventually. “We can’t work harder, we do need to sleep as well, and this isn’t just a flat-pack from a furniture shop. Be patient, dammit; go to your tailor to fit your suit!”
Not used to being talked back, Julian was too stunned to argue. He did as he was told, leaving the house for a while, to go to Sir Oliver and see the progress on his suit.
Which was, of course, gorgeous.
“I proudly present you…” said Sir Oliver with gleaming eyes, holding a sheet over a mannequin, “your costume!”
Julian gasped in delight, slapping his hands against his mouth. “Ohh… It’s beautiful! Can I touch it?”
“Of course you can. You’re about to wear it… Go on, take a good look, I worked my fingers to the bone on this piece!”
Julian first walked around the mannequin, looking at the deep red velvet and silk embroidery. It looked sophisticated, rich, elaborated and authentic. “Gorgeous,” he whispered numerous times. “Just gorgeous.”
When he was dressed up, one garment at the time, he felt more excited than ever. The silk stockings were embroidered with his initials at the top, and held up with garters under his knees. The knickerbockers fitted perfectly, reaching just over the garters, hiding the decorated silver buckles with even richer ornamented clasps. The same buckles were fitted on his shoes –also handmade– and were reflected in the brooch on his jabot. As the shoes were black, so was the ribbon at the back of his wig. With the embroidered waistcoat and heavy, silk-lined coat, Julian felt like a true nobleman. Adjusting his long, ruffled cuffs, he admired himself in the mirror.
“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Ollie,” he said quietly. “This is, in one word, amazing.”
“Isn’t it?” Sir Oliver still beamed like a lighthouse. “Now you can play with your model in style!”
“Yeah,” smiled Julian. “Now I can play with my model, completely in style. Thank you, Oliver… From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.”
With the suit and accessories carefully wrapped up and boxed, Julian went back to the house. He was quieter now, as he felt closer to Frederick than ever. Making a detour on the way, he bought something to send through the wormhole. It would be the last present for Frederick, before he would make the big, and maybe final, step.
Simon made no comments for a change, when Greg put the little present in the smaller steel box on the table. Only a blink of an eye later, the pale blue rose was lying on the desk at the other side, waiting to be discovered.
They left the young investor alone for a moment, to take a break from all the hard work. Julian didn’t mind. He waited, standing close to the glass, for the nobleman to appear.
Frederick came into the study more often lately, and it seemed he wasn’t shocked to find the rose. With a warm smile and a slight blush, he took the flower and smelled it, briefly closing his eyes. When he opened them again, Julian would swear he was looking straight at him. The man still smiled as he pressed his hand against the glass, slowly shaking his head. Julian saw him sigh, when he pressed his hand against the image on the screen. “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon, my love, I will hold you in my arms, and give you all your little heart desires.”
Very soon indeed. Julian was ready for it. He was prepared to the smallest detail. He would step into the large box, dressed in his costume and with a bag of money, and all would work out great.
He would live and love in the past, forever.
At least, that’s how his daydreams went.
Simon and Greg set to work on another, bigger transporter. They wouldn’t build it in the same room as the small device, because if it worked, Julian would suddenly appear in the middle of the study with no means on hiding. For a moment they were thinking about building it outside the house, but then it could be impossible to get inside.
Eventually, they settled on a small room next to the study, large enough to hold all the equipment and wires, and small enough to be unimportant in the past.
Simon suggested they would check its purpose with the screen first, but Julian was simply too impatient.
Sir Oliver accepted the assignment on making an authentic looking 18th century suit. They didn’t discuss the price, and even left the bet unmentioned. Julian didn’t care if it would be for free or not. His whole fortune was slipping through his fingers as it were.
Most of his money got spent on money. Not the modern currencies, but replicas of British coins he’d bought from collectors and borrowed from museums. They had to be exact, with the same alloy and weight of the original ones. Of course he could bring the originals with him instead… But it would be a bit strange to have such old-looking money in his pocket.
A few of the replicated coins, made from different metals, were given to the scientists to see if they went through. It would be slightly unnerving if he had to find out he had to go through naked, instead of prepared.
Lucky for him, and for everybody who worked so hard, the coins went through the small transporter as if they threw it through a tube, even without power failures. Frederick found a lot of strange stuff on his desk lately. He also found another letter.
Frederick, my Frederick… Wouldn’t you like to meet me? Would you like to be hold between strong, loving arms… To be kissed and caressed, to be served by your devoted admirer… You will know who I am, very soon, my love…
The blue-eyed nobleman blushed a delightfully pink when he read the passionate note, and quickly put it away with the rest of the stuff in the drawer. He was smiling more often lately, much to Julian’s pleasure. But the woman still appeared every now and then…
“I am ready for it,” he muttered frequently to Greg and Simon. “When will it be done? Can’t you speed things up a bit?”
“No.” Even Greg lost his patience with the demanding investor eventually. “We can’t work harder, we do need to sleep as well, and this isn’t just a flat-pack from a furniture shop. Be patient, dammit; go to your tailor to fit your suit!”
Not used to being talked back, Julian was too stunned to argue. He did as he was told, leaving the house for a while, to go to Sir Oliver and see the progress on his suit.
Which was, of course, gorgeous.
“I proudly present you…” said Sir Oliver with gleaming eyes, holding a sheet over a mannequin, “your costume!”
Julian gasped in delight, slapping his hands against his mouth. “Ohh… It’s beautiful! Can I touch it?”
“Of course you can. You’re about to wear it… Go on, take a good look, I worked my fingers to the bone on this piece!”
Julian first walked around the mannequin, looking at the deep red velvet and silk embroidery. It looked sophisticated, rich, elaborated and authentic. “Gorgeous,” he whispered numerous times. “Just gorgeous.”
When he was dressed up, one garment at the time, he felt more excited than ever. The silk stockings were embroidered with his initials at the top, and held up with garters under his knees. The knickerbockers fitted perfectly, reaching just over the garters, hiding the decorated silver buckles with even richer ornamented clasps. The same buckles were fitted on his shoes –also handmade– and were reflected in the brooch on his jabot. As the shoes were black, so was the ribbon at the back of his wig. With the embroidered waistcoat and heavy, silk-lined coat, Julian felt like a true nobleman. Adjusting his long, ruffled cuffs, he admired himself in the mirror.
“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Ollie,” he said quietly. “This is, in one word, amazing.”
“Isn’t it?” Sir Oliver still beamed like a lighthouse. “Now you can play with your model in style!”
“Yeah,” smiled Julian. “Now I can play with my model, completely in style. Thank you, Oliver… From the bottom of my heart, I thank you.”
With the suit and accessories carefully wrapped up and boxed, Julian went back to the house. He was quieter now, as he felt closer to Frederick than ever. Making a detour on the way, he bought something to send through the wormhole. It would be the last present for Frederick, before he would make the big, and maybe final, step.
Simon made no comments for a change, when Greg put the little present in the smaller steel box on the table. Only a blink of an eye later, the pale blue rose was lying on the desk at the other side, waiting to be discovered.
They left the young investor alone for a moment, to take a break from all the hard work. Julian didn’t mind. He waited, standing close to the glass, for the nobleman to appear.
Frederick came into the study more often lately, and it seemed he wasn’t shocked to find the rose. With a warm smile and a slight blush, he took the flower and smelled it, briefly closing his eyes. When he opened them again, Julian would swear he was looking straight at him. The man still smiled as he pressed his hand against the glass, slowly shaking his head. Julian saw him sigh, when he pressed his hand against the image on the screen. “Soon,” he whispered. “Soon, my love, I will hold you in my arms, and give you all your little heart desires.”
Very soon indeed. Julian was ready for it. He was prepared to the smallest detail. He would step into the large box, dressed in his costume and with a bag of money, and all would work out great.
He would live and love in the past, forever.
At least, that’s how his daydreams went.