*** Chapter 6: Take These Broken Wings and Learn to Fly
"Hyu-chan!!"
"Yes?" All was well back on the Yggdrasil, where Schala had just finished...
"Breakfast!" And was just about to put it on the table.
"Alright, I'll get you next time, Citan!" Margie laughed, throwing down the N64 controller and leaping over the back of the couch.
"I do not doubt that for a second, young Mother."
"Not that again... I hate titles."
"Oh, yeah? How does 'loser' sound?" Bart appeared in the doorway, grinning.
"Barty!" Margie cried, about-facing and dashing in the opposite direction.
Citan turned around, anxiously looking about. "Sig?" He called out.
"He's around here... somewhere..." Bart smirked at Citan. "Maybe you should look at the last place you were really together..."
Citan looked moderately confused for a moment, in thought, then smiled for a brief flash before dashing off. He pulled his ribbon out of his hair and let it fly in youthful excitement. He jumped over the railing, completely ignoring the stairs that wound behind him now, racing to his own bedroom door. He flung it open, then stumbled on the doorstep and landed on his hands and knees. He looked up sheepishly smiling at Sigurd, who was sitting on the bottom bunk of their bed, holding roses and what looked to be... A heart shaped box of chocolates...
"Oh, Sig," He smiled and blushed just ever so slightly.
"Well, hello to you too," He smiled.
Citan stood up and debated pouncing on him, and did so. They found themselves in each other's arms once again. After a moment, Citan looked to his partner. "Have your dreams continued to be haunted?"
Sig was taken a bit by surprise, as he had almost forgotten all about his recent bout. "No, not at all!" He said, and added, "With thanks to you, my dear."
Citan looked down aimlessly for a moment before concluding with a simple, "Hai."
"Hey," Sigurd began suddenly, "I got..." He reached over near the bedpost on the floor. "Chocolate!" He concluded, presenting the said morsels to his raven-haired bishounen.
"Thank you!" Citan returned, converting back to English in excitement.
Watching him try to decide, Sigurd added, "Sometimes you are such a woman..."
Citan looked at him from behind his glasses. "And /you/, sir, are such a man, sometimes!"
They giggled and embraced each choosing a piece of chocolate for themselves.
"Hyu-chan!!"
"Yes?" All was well back on the Yggdrasil, where Schala had just finished...
"Breakfast!" And was just about to put it on the table.
"Alright, I'll get you next time, Citan!" Margie laughed, throwing down the N64 controller and leaping over the back of the couch.
"I do not doubt that for a second, young Mother."
"Not that again... I hate titles."
"Oh, yeah? How does 'loser' sound?" Bart appeared in the doorway, grinning.
"Barty!" Margie cried, about-facing and dashing in the opposite direction.
Citan turned around, anxiously looking about. "Sig?" He called out.
"He's around here... somewhere..." Bart smirked at Citan. "Maybe you should look at the last place you were really together..."
Citan looked moderately confused for a moment, in thought, then smiled for a brief flash before dashing off. He pulled his ribbon out of his hair and let it fly in youthful excitement. He jumped over the railing, completely ignoring the stairs that wound behind him now, racing to his own bedroom door. He flung it open, then stumbled on the doorstep and landed on his hands and knees. He looked up sheepishly smiling at Sigurd, who was sitting on the bottom bunk of their bed, holding roses and what looked to be... A heart shaped box of chocolates...
"Oh, Sig," He smiled and blushed just ever so slightly.
"Well, hello to you too," He smiled.
Citan stood up and debated pouncing on him, and did so. They found themselves in each other's arms once again. After a moment, Citan looked to his partner. "Have your dreams continued to be haunted?"
Sig was taken a bit by surprise, as he had almost forgotten all about his recent bout. "No, not at all!" He said, and added, "With thanks to you, my dear."
Citan looked down aimlessly for a moment before concluding with a simple, "Hai."
"Hey," Sigurd began suddenly, "I got..." He reached over near the bedpost on the floor. "Chocolate!" He concluded, presenting the said morsels to his raven-haired bishounen.
"Thank you!" Citan returned, converting back to English in excitement.
Watching him try to decide, Sigurd added, "Sometimes you are such a woman..."
Citan looked at him from behind his glasses. "And /you/, sir, are such a man, sometimes!"
They giggled and embraced each choosing a piece of chocolate for themselves.