Taste of Love—Fifty One through Sixty
by taitofan
Rated PG-13 for yaoi and potential incest
Disclaimer: Was Melt playable? Was Lezard a recruitable alchemist? Did they confess their sweet love in the end of the game? No? Than obviously I don't own Star Ocean 3!
Author's Note: Umm…oops. I forgot that I never finished uploading this… Well, back to it then! A lot of food ones here, so I pick on Lucien a lot. And…rereading these I realize that I'm quite cruel to poor Vellion. Alas, every pair I like him in is one-sided. On a side note, the "Melt's parents died in a fire" thing is just a random theory I came up with about a year ago that I stuck with. No canon evidence, so just go with it for the sake of my work.
drabbles100 themes: #51-60; related drabbles: 56 and 58
Flames do nothing but make me laugh, although I'll listen to any CC you have. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 03-26-08
051. Water (110)
"…I didn't think it was possible." Lucien's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Shaddup…"
"I thought Lezard was exaggerating." The light pink deepened to a darker shade.
"I said shaddup."
"How did you even manage it?" His face now deep red, Lucien slammed the wooden spoon on the counter and spun to face his antagonist, a scowl on his face.
"What part of shaddup don't you understand?!" Melt smirked ever so slightly, just enough to piss him off even more.
"Really now Lucien, only you could actually burn water." Fully exasperated, the older boy did the only thing he knew would stop Melt—he put his mouth to better use.
052. Fire (145)
The candle flame burned brightly in the dark room, so small, but so deadly. All it would take was one accident and the entire house could become an inferno in seconds. He knew—he'd lived though it in his childhood. It had taken him years before he'd even allow candles in his home. The fire had taken his parents away; why hadn't it taken him too? All it would take was one slip of his hand and the candle would topple to the floor. It would be quick…
"Melt? Why is it so dark in here? Just because we have partial night vision doesn't mean we have to push it to the limit…" Melt tore his gaze away from the flame, his previous thoughts gone as quickly as they'd come. He had a reason to live…
"Just a moment Lezard. I'll light some more candles."
053. Earth (177)
Lucien didn't really get the stars. They were in the sky, you could only see them at night when normal people were sleeping, and they didn't do a whole heck of a lot. He supposed they were kind of pretty…not that he'd ever admit it aloud of course…but he didn't really see their appeal.
Honestly, he liked the earth beneath his feet more. You could touch the ground—walk on it, lie on it, gets stains on your clothes that your mother would yell at you for when you got home from it. It had various purposes, and it was always there. He got that.
But even if he didn't understand the stars, he knew Melt did. Melt seemed to know about a lot of things he didn't, but Lucien didn't mind. As long as the younger boy looked so cute—another thing he'd never admit aloud—while he gazed up at the night sky, smiling peacefully…
Well, he certainly didn't have to get Melt to like him, so he wouldn't complain about the seemingly useless twinkles.
054. Air (120)
"Mother, father, it is I. How are you today?" There was no one there but the two of them and the headstones, but Lezard could swear he heard faint voices, almost as if the wind was speaking. But he shook off the ridiculous thoughts; air didn't speak after all.
"Ah, that is good. …Yes, I am well. Lezard is fine too." Melt turned to his lover, gesturing at the space above the stones, as if he would see their spirits. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. "They say hello."
Perhaps it was silly, talking to the air…
"Good afternoon. Chilly weather lately, isn't it?" …but just because he couldn't see it didn't mean he couldn't believe.
055. Spirit (131)
They were kindred spirits—Vellion knew it; he just needed Dribe to realize it. Lucien and Roger were the brave ones, Melt and Lezard were the smart ones, and they…they were the cheering section. Dribe was easily scared and found fighting unpleasant, while Vellion was kindhearted by nature. They'd make a perfect pair, he just knew it!
He stood at Dribe's door, a bright yellow daffodil in his hand, planning to let his feelings be known. The door slowly opened and he smiled broadly—
—Until he saw that it was Melt at the door.
"May I help you Vellion?" The other boy looked distracted, disheveled… And Vellion wasn't blind.
"Um, n-no, it's nothing… I… I gotta go."
On the walk home, he couldn't help but think that life was very unfair.
056. Breakfast (140)
Most people thought that being served breakfast in bed by their lover was horribly romantic. Melt might have agreed with them…if his lover weren't the worst cook in Surferio—perhaps even on the entire planet—that was. So instead of having butterflies in his stomach at the sweet gesture, he was praying to the gods that he'd survive. Horrible cook or not, Melt loved Lucien, and he'd eat whatever charred, possibly moving, monstrosity he prepared.
"Here ya go!" Melt eyed the tray put in front of him cautiously. It looked edible… He took a small bite, then another, and another. It was…it was good. It was delicious! It was…definitely not made by Lucien.
"…Lezard?" Lucien grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah..." Melt smiled as he leaned forward and lightly pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss.
"Thank you very much."
057. Lunch (125)
Their parent always seemed to be gone, and since Lucien couldn't cook to save his life, Lezard had taken to cooking their meals at a young age. Not that either minded—Lezard was a better chef than their mother was anyway.
They ate their lunch together that afternoon, sitting opposite of each other. Lucien suddenly stopped, his fork en route to his open mouth, and stared at his brother. The very brother who was still eating like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
"Whaddayah think yer doin'?" Lezard glanced up from his plate, a small smirk gracing his face.
"I believe it's called footsies. Do you have a problem, my excitable one?"
"N-no…" After that, lunch became Lucien's favorite meal of the day.
058. Dinner (162)
Lucien couldn't cook; it was a fact, plan and simple. He didn't like to admit it, but it was true. Lezard was the chef in the family, not him. Therefore, it was rather hard to plan anything romantic revolving around food…
"Ya shouldn't have to cook… It's yer birthday!" Melt shook his head firmly as he stirred the pot over the oven.
"I don't mind. I may not be the best chef in Surferio, but I'm far from the worst." The implications were clear, though he'd never say them aloud.
"Still…"
"No buts," Melt cut him off, leaving no room for arguments. "Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you set the table?" Lucien sighed and did as he was asked, glad he could at least feel somewhat useful.
But for all of his theatrics, he was still glad Melt was handling the cooking. Because he might not like to admit it, but even he shivered at his gelatinous, charred, sometimes moving monstrosities.
059. Food (170)
It was no secret that Vellion loved food. It was lesser known, but still no secret, that Lezard was as good a cook as he was an alchemist. What was a secret was that Vellion loved the cook even more than the food.
"Thanks Lezard," he thanked shyly, gratefully taking the bag of his favorite donuts that Lezard made for him. The bespectacled boy shrugged, though there was a self-important smile on his face.
"Well, I am the best." Vellion opened his mouth to agree, but he was cut off as another voice called Lezard's name. They turned to the source, and Vellion wanted to scream.
"Ah, my silent one. I was just coming to find you. I made…something very special for us to share tonight." Melt smiled at the implications; Vellion almost scowled.
"That sounds wonderful. …Oh, hello Vellion." Lezard didn't even say goodbye as they left, paying more attention to the boy he had his arm around. It just wasn't fair…
But at least he had his donuts.
060. Drink (161)
They were two teenagers, living together in a large city, and both finally of the legal drinking age on Gaitt. To celebrate, some of the other inventors insisted they take Lezard out for his birthday. Melt had thought it was a bad idea, but he let his lover do as he wished.
…Now he wished he'd put his foot down.
"I'm going to kill Mackwell and Puffy," he muttered as he dragged the fully intoxicated humanoid to their house by the arm. "Why they thought it would be a good idea to have a drinking contest with the hardest liquor there, I'll never know…" Lezard giggled in response.
"Melllllt, it's still my birthday. Let's have fun!" Melt quickly turned around to see that Lezard was attempting to take off his cloak with one hand, though he was highly unsuccessful. With a sigh, he resumed his dragging as Lezard started arguing with the clothing.
It was going to be a long night…