Fic: Bacchanal 1/1
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amedia Title: Bacchanal
Characters: Glitch, Cain
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash
Word Count: 860
Summary: The Queen reprimands Cain and Glitch.
Author's Note: Response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
avari_maethor's prompt request: a muddy fall. pennies_4_eyes deserves credit for letting me know about avari's birthday and request. Thanks, pennies! And happy birthday, avari!
Queen Lavender Eyes directed her iciest regal stare at the two men who stood before her throne. She was pleased to see that they looked appropriately apprehensive, as might be expected given the cryptic summons she had sent them: "The throne room. NOW."
"Gentlemen," she said coolly, "it has come to my attention that both of you have allowed valuable resources to be depleted, endangering the proper functioning of my government."
Cain looked at Glitch. Glitch looked at Cain. They both looked at the Queen.
"The resources to which I refer," the Queen said, and her voice softened as she spoke, "are your own selves. Look at you both." Both men looked exhausted and unkempt. Glitch was pale from long days spent in the lab without a glimpse of the sun, and Cain's eyes were circled from sleepless nights drafting plans for the kingdom's security. "I need you at your peak, and you've been running yourselves ragged."
Not as often as we'd like, thought Glitch, but for once his internal editor was working properly.
The Queen picked up an envelope from a small table beside the throne. "These are for you," she said. "The Vinerype Harvest Festival is next week. I've booked you transportation and a room at one of the vineyards that has an onsite bed-and-breakfast facility, and I've made you reservations for their spa. The manager understands that your orders are to relax for an entire week. If you're very well-behaved, they may let you take a turn stomping grapes."
Cain and Glitch looked at each other again, each with the same thought they dared not voice. One room? Does she KNOW?
The Queen arched an eyebrow and looked with amusement from one to another. "Of course I know," she said aloud. She wanted to laugh at their startled reaction, but retained her composure. Could they BE any more obvious? As if I needed magic to read their minds! "You're leaving in two days," she continued smoothly. "I suggest you start packing."
******
Massages. Whirlpool baths. Gourmet meals. Splendid wines. Horse-and-carriage tours of the countryside. Fresh air and sunshine and an glorious old-fashioned four-poster waiting at the end of every day.
The manager stopped by their table at breakfast on the sixth day, greeting them with a smile. "I hardly recognize the two of you. You looked like a couple of scarecrows the day you arrived. Would you like to stomp grapes this afternoon?"
"Love to," said Glitch around a mouthful of eggs and bacon.
Cain nodded and finished swallowing his sip of coffee. "Absolutely."
******
The late-summer suns were warm on their backs as they squished grapes underfoot in the big wooden tub, pants and sleeves rolled up. It was both harder and more fun than it had looked from the outside. Cain looked at Glitch and rejoiced to see the laughter in his eyes. Glitch looked at Cain and delighted in his open, happy expression.
When their time was up, they sloshed out of the tub onto the bare ground where many stomping feet had passed before. The grape juice and dirt had combined to make a purple-brown mud that was unexpectedly slippery. Glitch slipped first, and then managed to pull down Cain as the latter was trying to help him up.
"Hey!" protested Cain, trying to regain his balance until he gave up and let himself kersplat into the sweet-smelling mud.
"Hey what?" asked Glitch, starting to pull himself to his feet.
"You pulled me down!"
"Did not!" Glitch had almost managed to stand up when Cain grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down again.
"Did so!" Cain accused, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. Glitch laughed and twisted neatly back around to fall partly on Cain, splattering him with more of the purplish goo. Cain rolled Glitch over and tried to pin him; Glitch did something tricky with his knees and elbows and their positions were suddenly reversed.
There was a polite cough from nearby and they both looked up. The vineyard manager was looking down at them. "Gentlemen?" he said.
Mustering a surprising amount of dignity for a barefoot man lying on one side plastered in purple mud, Glitch asked haughtily, "Haven't you ever seen Fincastalian Wine-Mud Wrestling before? There's considerable debate among the intelligentsia whether it should be classified as a sport--or as an art form."
"Oh!" said the manager, looking impressed. "Forgive my interruption."
"That's quite all right," said Cain grandly, taking his cue from Glitch.
The manager suddenly looked as if he had been struck by an idea. "In fact," he asked hesitantly, "would you be willing to jot down a copy of the rules before your departure? This might be an activity we'd like to introduce at next year's festival."
Glitch nodded. "I would be delighted," he said.
The manager went off, mumbling happily to himself, something about showing the vineyard next door a thing or two when it came to Guest Activities.
Cain sat up and looked at Glitch. "Fincastalian Wine-Mud Wrestling?"
Glitch had the grace to look embarrassed. "I think I invented it," he said. "Just now."
And that was how Fincastalian Wind-Mud Wrestling came to be the premiere Guest Activity at the Vinerype Harvest Festival.
Characters: Glitch, Cain
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash
Word Count: 860
Summary: The Queen reprimands Cain and Glitch.
Author's Note: Response to
avari_maethor's prompt request: a muddy fall. pennies_4_eyes deserves credit for letting me know about avari's birthday and request. Thanks, pennies! And happy birthday, avari!Queen Lavender Eyes directed her iciest regal stare at the two men who stood before her throne. She was pleased to see that they looked appropriately apprehensive, as might be expected given the cryptic summons she had sent them: "The throne room. NOW."
"Gentlemen," she said coolly, "it has come to my attention that both of you have allowed valuable resources to be depleted, endangering the proper functioning of my government."
Cain looked at Glitch. Glitch looked at Cain. They both looked at the Queen.
"The resources to which I refer," the Queen said, and her voice softened as she spoke, "are your own selves. Look at you both." Both men looked exhausted and unkempt. Glitch was pale from long days spent in the lab without a glimpse of the sun, and Cain's eyes were circled from sleepless nights drafting plans for the kingdom's security. "I need you at your peak, and you've been running yourselves ragged."
Not as often as we'd like, thought Glitch, but for once his internal editor was working properly.
The Queen picked up an envelope from a small table beside the throne. "These are for you," she said. "The Vinerype Harvest Festival is next week. I've booked you transportation and a room at one of the vineyards that has an onsite bed-and-breakfast facility, and I've made you reservations for their spa. The manager understands that your orders are to relax for an entire week. If you're very well-behaved, they may let you take a turn stomping grapes."
Cain and Glitch looked at each other again, each with the same thought they dared not voice. One room? Does she KNOW?
The Queen arched an eyebrow and looked with amusement from one to another. "Of course I know," she said aloud. She wanted to laugh at their startled reaction, but retained her composure. Could they BE any more obvious? As if I needed magic to read their minds! "You're leaving in two days," she continued smoothly. "I suggest you start packing."
******
Massages. Whirlpool baths. Gourmet meals. Splendid wines. Horse-and-carriage tours of the countryside. Fresh air and sunshine and an glorious old-fashioned four-poster waiting at the end of every day.
The manager stopped by their table at breakfast on the sixth day, greeting them with a smile. "I hardly recognize the two of you. You looked like a couple of scarecrows the day you arrived. Would you like to stomp grapes this afternoon?"
"Love to," said Glitch around a mouthful of eggs and bacon.
Cain nodded and finished swallowing his sip of coffee. "Absolutely."
******
The late-summer suns were warm on their backs as they squished grapes underfoot in the big wooden tub, pants and sleeves rolled up. It was both harder and more fun than it had looked from the outside. Cain looked at Glitch and rejoiced to see the laughter in his eyes. Glitch looked at Cain and delighted in his open, happy expression.
When their time was up, they sloshed out of the tub onto the bare ground where many stomping feet had passed before. The grape juice and dirt had combined to make a purple-brown mud that was unexpectedly slippery. Glitch slipped first, and then managed to pull down Cain as the latter was trying to help him up.
"Hey!" protested Cain, trying to regain his balance until he gave up and let himself kersplat into the sweet-smelling mud.
"Hey what?" asked Glitch, starting to pull himself to his feet.
"You pulled me down!"
"Did not!" Glitch had almost managed to stand up when Cain grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down again.
"Did so!" Cain accused, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. Glitch laughed and twisted neatly back around to fall partly on Cain, splattering him with more of the purplish goo. Cain rolled Glitch over and tried to pin him; Glitch did something tricky with his knees and elbows and their positions were suddenly reversed.
There was a polite cough from nearby and they both looked up. The vineyard manager was looking down at them. "Gentlemen?" he said.
Mustering a surprising amount of dignity for a barefoot man lying on one side plastered in purple mud, Glitch asked haughtily, "Haven't you ever seen Fincastalian Wine-Mud Wrestling before? There's considerable debate among the intelligentsia whether it should be classified as a sport--or as an art form."
"Oh!" said the manager, looking impressed. "Forgive my interruption."
"That's quite all right," said Cain grandly, taking his cue from Glitch.
The manager suddenly looked as if he had been struck by an idea. "In fact," he asked hesitantly, "would you be willing to jot down a copy of the rules before your departure? This might be an activity we'd like to introduce at next year's festival."
Glitch nodded. "I would be delighted," he said.
The manager went off, mumbling happily to himself, something about showing the vineyard next door a thing or two when it came to Guest Activities.
Cain sat up and looked at Glitch. "Fincastalian Wine-Mud Wrestling?"
Glitch had the grace to look embarrassed. "I think I invented it," he said. "Just now."
And that was how Fincastalian Wind-Mud Wrestling came to be the premiere Guest Activity at the Vinerype Harvest Festival.
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Date: 2008-09-02 12:27 am (UTC)Yay!! Wrestling!! :D This is so adorable! I love the Queen sending them off on forced relaxation and knowing about them. And how Glitch is quick-thinking to cover their shenanigans. *rofl* Lovely little reference to AL, too. *grin*
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Date: 2008-09-02 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-02 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-02 04:38 am (UTC)mwah!
And the queen Knows All!
Also... your description of that mud was compellingly vivid.
-a surprising amount of dignity for a barefoot man lying on one side plastered in purple mud-
Glitch can pull off anything. ^^
Very cute!
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Date: 2008-09-03 12:22 am (UTC);D
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Date: 2008-09-07 02:36 am (UTC)I thought the Queen was great too!
And you just can't take GLitch anywhere...the Ambrose in him keeps inventing the oddest things!
Terrific fic!!!
Hugs!