Challenge no 9: Drabble about the first thing that comes to your mind. Context: Milo and Camus practicing for a play for Athena. These horrible pseudo-poetic lines were written by yours truly, moi.

Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya or The Lost Canvas. Forgot to say that every time.

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- O' Lucifer, morning star, thou art the brightest in the sky. Wherefore hast thou descended thy precious self here on earth, in the form of this illustrious man here in front of me? Pray do tell me, O' bright star, wherefore art thou looking at me with eyes which shame even crimson Antares so high in the heavens? Didst thou want me dead from thy look? For I could very well die here and die happy if thou keepeth looking at me with thy burning eyes. Ah, if only thou couldst see how my heart quivers under thy gaze; it is shivering as a shy flutter of the wing of a humming bird in the cage that is myself. Let the bird soar, O' perfection of angels, and concede me thy smile; roses would be shamed before the redness of thy lips and the sun would dim in comparison with thy smile. Come, sweet Lucifer, sweet Camus (a twitch, the sound of teeth grinding, and a sudden decrease in room temperature), concede me thy smile, and down at thy feet my heart I lay, quivering and dead from happiness no man has contained.

- What smooth words thou speak, my Apollon, yet I fear thou art telling truth not, but flatters to have me succumbed at thy seat here in thy own temple. For if only thou couldst see through the icy barriers separating myself and thy own, perhaps thou wouldst glimpse how I would give up myself for a mere word from thine mouth. Couldst thou not see, golden haired Apollon of my heart, thou art already my most reverend master? I lie to thee not, my soul I bare.

Milo gulped, grasped his mouth with his hands, doubled over and finally succumbed to laughter. Tears escaped his eyes as he was nearly rolling on the floor, his golden mane of hair tousled and his clothes disshelved.

- Damn you Milo, - Camus sighed in frustration, - If you keep that up then we would never be able to complete practice. How do you suppose we are going to perform?

- Sorry… Camus… - Milo was still trying to catch his breath as he tried to get up from the floor into a more acceptable position, - It was just so… (another gulp, more giggles; a kick, a yelp, panting again) hilarious as you said that. How uncharacteristic of you, and yet you acted the part perfectly I was almost thinking you really were going to give me a kiss next.

- There's no kiss in the plot and I'd be damned if I do that to you. – Camus' voice was emotionless, but judging from the rapidly congregating ice in the room, Milo knew better than to start laughing at him again. Correction, people thought Milo knew better. Yet, if people thought Milo knew better, perhaps they should think again.

- But O' glorious Camus, couldst thou not see I have been lying to thee not, just as thou said thou me? – Kneeling on the floor on one knee, Milo suddenly laid Camus' hand upon his own chest, his expression all but joking, - I say it again, my sweet Camus, down at thy feet my heart I lay.

For a minute after that suicidal display of affection, nothing happened. And then, very slowly, Camus lowered himself onto the floor where Milo was kneeling and preparing to run at the first syllabel of 'Freezing Coffin' that would surely be uttered. To his immense surprise, nothing of the sort happened. Rather, with deliberate languor, Camus raised his icy hands to touch Milo's face. After what seemed like an eternity of that chilling caress, which left cold sweat running down the nape of Milo's neck and a very bad feeling at the back of his mind, the icy man's soft lips soon followed to descend on his own parted ones.

The kiss was brief and chaste, but as Camus stood up and walked away from a twitching and foaming at the mouth Milo, he allowed himself a silent smirk. That should teach the twerp a lesson to take things seriously the next time, if there would ever be a next time, that was. Oh, and being damned felt good, if he ever bothered to admit it to himself…