Glances
A Charlie bone ficlet that ONCE again does NOT star Charlie Bone himself.
By Suchan deFamine.
Category: Ficlet/Drabble
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: pg for normal-minded people, R for poopy homophobes. ::sticks out tongue::
Warnings: SLASH! As always, do you think I could write a straight fic if I was paid? …oh, well, maybe if there was money involved… anyway. I wouldn't want to! And… stupidity. So there.
Summary: A one-shot on the topic of forbidden emotions.
Disclaimer: Which I forgot on my other Drabble, Tonight, I DO NOT FREAKIN OWN CHARLIE BONE! But I do have an mp3 copy of Bowling For Soup's "Girl all the bad guys want". I will acquire their new CD.
Notes: If anyone would like to revise this for me, that would be greatly appreciated. Please send me an email if you would like to help. Thanks in advance. 3 xoxo
Glances.
It was once again study hall for the Children of the Red King. Charlie Bone sat next to his friends Emma and Gabriel. Zelda sat across the table from Manfred Bloor, occasionally throwing obvious, longing stares that he completely ignored.
Tancred and Lysander sat uncomfortably close and Beth and Dorcas glued pieces of their report to a poster.
Asa sat at his usual place next to Manfred, across the corner of the long, polished cherry wood table.
Ten seconds passed, and Manfred looked up at his half-wolf counterpart. He glanced back down at his homework. The strange symbols of his Calculus book made no sense. What was this… "4"? And a "57"? Weird. No focus came to him as he tapped the eraser of his pencil on the table.
Zelda chose this opportunity to grab Manfred's hand and whisper, "Please don't do that, dear. It's distracting." Manfred glared at her for a moment, then began to bang the writing instrument on the table in a very violent manner.
Zelda frowned.
And Manfred stopped. He stole a look at Asa, who was directing his attention at his Pre-Algebra homework. A pink, pointed tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth in deep concentration. and clouded, frustrated golden eyes narrowed. His red hair fell in well-conditioned strands over his forehead.
A heart contracted in deep longing.
The bell rang and the Children of the Red King gathered their things. On the pretext of closing his book, Manfred's hand swept over Asa's haphazardly stacked papers. They fluttered to the floor, thick white feathers caught in the whirlwind of lust.
The room was empty.
Asa stared up at the Head Boy in confusion, bending over to recapture his papers. Manfred smiled and knelt down on a single knee, and proceeded to pick up some of the papers. This sort of action would have caused paralytic shock in anyone else, but Asa merely cocked his head to the side and gave a confused grin.
Manfred shook his head, and picked up the rest of the papers, placed them back on top of Asa's books. An offered hand brought Asa back to his feet. Their faces rested inches apart.
The emotion was nearly knocking Manfred off his feet. He wanted so badly to just lean in and kiss him, but it was forbidden. Forbidden.
The word echoed around the room, mocking the two of them, standing there in tense silence, wound for action.
Manfred Bloor backed away, gathered his books. He left, leaving the door ajar behind him.
Fin.
This was so hard to write. Emotional things are killers when it comes to trying to capture the characterization of the people in your fic.
Comments, ja? Glad to hear em.