Stormy Skies
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,490
Reviews:
68
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Prologue
Title: Stormy Skies
Chapter: Prologue
Word Count: 717
Warnings: Not yet.
Sooo. Hello there. This is the first story I'm posting in a long time. I mean, a really loooooooooooooong time. So yes ^^ I hope you like it!
Comments are definitely appreciated, or, really, desperately craved ^^;; So, please, I seek feedback! :D
At any rate, here's the prologue, just to start things off. It may seem a bit ambiguous, but no worries, everything shall come alight soon :) Enjoy!
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Prologue
The Sage lit her clove cigarette, inhaling the sweet spicy smoke. She then fixed her grey eyes onto her host.
“You’re bored,” she said, “you haven’t a first hope as to knowing what to do with yourself.” The smoky vestiges of the kretek exited through her nostrils and mouth as she spoke, floating up towards the ceiling in delicate grey-blue swirls. From across the polished dark wood table, the Sage’s host stared at her with amused eyes, his rounded chin resting in his palm.
“Observant, as always,” he remarked, smiling coquettishly.
“It is my job to be observant. Now,” she took another long drag, leaning back in her chair as the tasty smoke filled her lungs. After taking a moment to savor the sensation, she released the breath, and turned her eyes back towards the creature sitting across from her. “Talk to me.”
He sighed slowly, the action causing several of his blond hairs to flutter about. “It’s the same as it has been in the past,” he responded, the silly little smile falling from his face as he turned his gaze, allowing it to fall onto the fire blazing in the hearth beside the large table. He thrummed his fingers against the polished wood surface, eyes half-lidded in thought. “I’m bored as hell. The skies have been terribly quiet lately, and I’ve no interest in rousing them.”
“For any reason?”
“I tire of the repetition of it.”
“Have you considered any alternate forms of entertainment? Perhaps something more relaxing. Reading, perhaps. Or weaving.” The Sage gave her kretek a quick tap, the grey ashes falling from the tip. Before landing on the glistening surface of the dark wood table, they halted in their descent, instead floating gently into the blaze of the fire.
“I would appreciate you not making a mess of my home,” her host said, glancing sidelong at her. This time, it was the Sage’s turn to quirk a smile.
“I must find ways to keep your mind from wondering,” she answered in a knowing voice. “Now, as I said, reading?” An expression much like a pout found its way to her host’s features.
“Boring! Utterly dull. I crave action - I itch for vigor. As I said, the skies have been quiet. I think that I seek something to replace their activeness.”
The Sage did not reply at once, instead carefully tilting her head to the side, considering. “You’ve already thought about this,” she answered at last, “in which case, you’ve already come up with a potential solution. You only seek my opinions, and not my suggestions. Is that it?”
The fox-like smile once again returned to the blond man’s face, “Ah. You’ve found me out.”
The Sage’s grey eyes rolled in their sockets. “You waste my time, trying to fool me. Tell me, what is your idea? I’ll offer my judgment.” She took another drag from the clove cigarette.
Her host took his chin from his hand, resting both palms against the polished table top, and leaned forward in his seat. The large hall suddenly became starkly quiet, with only the sounds of the blazing fire to bounce off the high rafters and stone walls. The blond man’s eyes twinkled with a certain mischief. “I have been considering acquiring a pet,” he said lowly, “as a means of private entertainment.” The Sage stared fixedly at him, considering the thought.
“Well,” she said after a long while, “have you considered what kind of pet?”
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “long ago. I have already searched, and have found a candidate.”
The Sage raised her black eyebrows, surprised. “Just how long have you being considering this?” she questioned, tone slightly taken aback. Her host’s mischievous smile widened.
“To be truthful,” he answered, “quite a long while.”
His guest sighed, carefully pinching the bridge of her nose. “Yes, yes, all right then. Let me see this candidate, and I will give you my judgment.”
Chuckling, her host rose from his seat, the sound of the wooden chair moving across the stone floor resonating throughout the large hall. “Of course. Please, this way,” he said, making for an exit to his left that had not previously been there.
The Sage rose from her seat as well. The Raiser, it seemed, was just as impish as always.
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Well, there's the brief prologue. ^^ Review, please!
Chapter: Prologue
Word Count: 717
Warnings: Not yet.
Sooo. Hello there. This is the first story I'm posting in a long time. I mean, a really loooooooooooooong time. So yes ^^ I hope you like it!
Comments are definitely appreciated, or, really, desperately craved ^^;; So, please, I seek feedback! :D
At any rate, here's the prologue, just to start things off. It may seem a bit ambiguous, but no worries, everything shall come alight soon :) Enjoy!
~~~~
Prologue
The Sage lit her clove cigarette, inhaling the sweet spicy smoke. She then fixed her grey eyes onto her host.
“You’re bored,” she said, “you haven’t a first hope as to knowing what to do with yourself.” The smoky vestiges of the kretek exited through her nostrils and mouth as she spoke, floating up towards the ceiling in delicate grey-blue swirls. From across the polished dark wood table, the Sage’s host stared at her with amused eyes, his rounded chin resting in his palm.
“Observant, as always,” he remarked, smiling coquettishly.
“It is my job to be observant. Now,” she took another long drag, leaning back in her chair as the tasty smoke filled her lungs. After taking a moment to savor the sensation, she released the breath, and turned her eyes back towards the creature sitting across from her. “Talk to me.”
He sighed slowly, the action causing several of his blond hairs to flutter about. “It’s the same as it has been in the past,” he responded, the silly little smile falling from his face as he turned his gaze, allowing it to fall onto the fire blazing in the hearth beside the large table. He thrummed his fingers against the polished wood surface, eyes half-lidded in thought. “I’m bored as hell. The skies have been terribly quiet lately, and I’ve no interest in rousing them.”
“For any reason?”
“I tire of the repetition of it.”
“Have you considered any alternate forms of entertainment? Perhaps something more relaxing. Reading, perhaps. Or weaving.” The Sage gave her kretek a quick tap, the grey ashes falling from the tip. Before landing on the glistening surface of the dark wood table, they halted in their descent, instead floating gently into the blaze of the fire.
“I would appreciate you not making a mess of my home,” her host said, glancing sidelong at her. This time, it was the Sage’s turn to quirk a smile.
“I must find ways to keep your mind from wondering,” she answered in a knowing voice. “Now, as I said, reading?” An expression much like a pout found its way to her host’s features.
“Boring! Utterly dull. I crave action - I itch for vigor. As I said, the skies have been quiet. I think that I seek something to replace their activeness.”
The Sage did not reply at once, instead carefully tilting her head to the side, considering. “You’ve already thought about this,” she answered at last, “in which case, you’ve already come up with a potential solution. You only seek my opinions, and not my suggestions. Is that it?”
The fox-like smile once again returned to the blond man’s face, “Ah. You’ve found me out.”
The Sage’s grey eyes rolled in their sockets. “You waste my time, trying to fool me. Tell me, what is your idea? I’ll offer my judgment.” She took another drag from the clove cigarette.
Her host took his chin from his hand, resting both palms against the polished table top, and leaned forward in his seat. The large hall suddenly became starkly quiet, with only the sounds of the blazing fire to bounce off the high rafters and stone walls. The blond man’s eyes twinkled with a certain mischief. “I have been considering acquiring a pet,” he said lowly, “as a means of private entertainment.” The Sage stared fixedly at him, considering the thought.
“Well,” she said after a long while, “have you considered what kind of pet?”
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “long ago. I have already searched, and have found a candidate.”
The Sage raised her black eyebrows, surprised. “Just how long have you being considering this?” she questioned, tone slightly taken aback. Her host’s mischievous smile widened.
“To be truthful,” he answered, “quite a long while.”
His guest sighed, carefully pinching the bridge of her nose. “Yes, yes, all right then. Let me see this candidate, and I will give you my judgment.”
Chuckling, her host rose from his seat, the sound of the wooden chair moving across the stone floor resonating throughout the large hall. “Of course. Please, this way,” he said, making for an exit to his left that had not previously been there.
The Sage rose from her seat as well. The Raiser, it seemed, was just as impish as always.
~~~~
Well, there's the brief prologue. ^^ Review, please!