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annarti.livejournal.com) wrote in yrae2006-08-26 09:15 pm
Genesis 131
Title~ Gay
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 131. Yo~ryl's got a crush~~ X3
Edit~ 1 September 06 ~ I'm going to make this Yoryl's intro fic. I think it works.
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Yoryl grinned, stifling a giggle as he juggled his two remaining pebbles, then took aim and let the first one loose.
He could almost hear Garuk’s irritated growl, but he still wouldn’t turn.
Yoryl tossed his last pebble in the air, frowning thoughtfully at Garuk’s back, then nudged Kaen. ‘I’m out.’
The other purple shirt spread his empty hands. ‘Me too.’
Yoryl sighed, pelting his final pebble at the archer’s skull.
Garuk whipped around, eyes narrowed in silent murder.
‘Oh sure, turn around when I run out,’ Yoryl huffed, folding his arms and poking his tongue out at the archer.
The archer rolled his eyes and tapped his steed’s flanks to move towards the front of the group.
‘Bored now,’ Kaen decided with a yawn.
‘Yep.’ He sighed heavily, stealing a glance at his fellow purple shirt.
Kaen was staring at the trees in boredom, idly spinning one of his daggers around in his fingers. He hadn’t shaved since they’d left the last town two days ago, and he kept scratching at the growing stubble.
Yoryl had never been a fan of full-on beards, but two-day-old stubble…
Why did he have to be straight? Yoryl had been attracted to him since Rau had told him he’d be competing against him and Geryn for a place in the Own. To know that he could actually get close enough to him that he might have a chance… Kaen was the reason he’d eventually pranced out of the closet, frills, feathers and all.
But he didn’t have a chance. Kaen was straight as an arrow’s flight, and married, though he didn’t like to talk about it. Not that it stopped him keeping company with as many beautiful women as he found, not just on missions, but back home as well.
Yoryl sighed and slouched his shoulders, scratching Pride between the shoulder blades, just how she liked it. He’d never be able to get Kaen to look at him in the way he looked at women.
‘You right, quael?’ Kaen asked, scratching at his jaw.
Yoryl nodded. ‘Just freezing my arse off. I’ll be right.’ He pulled his fur-lined cloak tighter around his shoulders to add weighting to his response, then glanced back over at the other purple shirt.
Kaen tossed his dagger up in the air, staring blankly forwards. There was no glint in his eye to show that he might be thinking of pelting it at something. Waste of a dagger, they both agreed.
Yoryl couldn’t help it. He bit his lip and reached one hand out from under his cloak. A shiver that wasn’t from the cold ran up his spine as his fingers brushed against Kaen’s scratchy jaw.
Kaen did nothing more than raise his eyebrows and slant a look over at Yoryl. ‘I don’t swing that way, Yoryl.’
‘I know.’ He sighed again, brushing the backs of his fingers against Kaen’s cheek again before drawing his hand back inside his cloak. ‘If you ever decide that you do though…’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 131. Yo~ryl's got a crush~~ X3
Edit~ 1 September 06 ~ I'm going to make this Yoryl's intro fic. I think it works.
Yoryl grinned, stifling a giggle as he juggled his two remaining pebbles, then took aim and let the first one loose.
He could almost hear Garuk’s irritated growl, but he still wouldn’t turn.
Yoryl tossed his last pebble in the air, frowning thoughtfully at Garuk’s back, then nudged Kaen. ‘I’m out.’
The other purple shirt spread his empty hands. ‘Me too.’
Yoryl sighed, pelting his final pebble at the archer’s skull.
Garuk whipped around, eyes narrowed in silent murder.
‘Oh sure, turn around when I run out,’ Yoryl huffed, folding his arms and poking his tongue out at the archer.
The archer rolled his eyes and tapped his steed’s flanks to move towards the front of the group.
‘Bored now,’ Kaen decided with a yawn.
‘Yep.’ He sighed heavily, stealing a glance at his fellow purple shirt.
Kaen was staring at the trees in boredom, idly spinning one of his daggers around in his fingers. He hadn’t shaved since they’d left the last town two days ago, and he kept scratching at the growing stubble.
Yoryl had never been a fan of full-on beards, but two-day-old stubble…
Why did he have to be straight? Yoryl had been attracted to him since Rau had told him he’d be competing against him and Geryn for a place in the Own. To know that he could actually get close enough to him that he might have a chance… Kaen was the reason he’d eventually pranced out of the closet, frills, feathers and all.
But he didn’t have a chance. Kaen was straight as an arrow’s flight, and married, though he didn’t like to talk about it. Not that it stopped him keeping company with as many beautiful women as he found, not just on missions, but back home as well.
Yoryl sighed and slouched his shoulders, scratching Pride between the shoulder blades, just how she liked it. He’d never be able to get Kaen to look at him in the way he looked at women.
‘You right, quael?’ Kaen asked, scratching at his jaw.
Yoryl nodded. ‘Just freezing my arse off. I’ll be right.’ He pulled his fur-lined cloak tighter around his shoulders to add weighting to his response, then glanced back over at the other purple shirt.
Kaen tossed his dagger up in the air, staring blankly forwards. There was no glint in his eye to show that he might be thinking of pelting it at something. Waste of a dagger, they both agreed.
Yoryl couldn’t help it. He bit his lip and reached one hand out from under his cloak. A shiver that wasn’t from the cold ran up his spine as his fingers brushed against Kaen’s scratchy jaw.
Kaen did nothing more than raise his eyebrows and slant a look over at Yoryl. ‘I don’t swing that way, Yoryl.’
‘I know.’ He sighed again, brushing the backs of his fingers against Kaen’s cheek again before drawing his hand back inside his cloak. ‘If you ever decide that you do though…’