Costumes

Part 2

The Elyne took a hearty gulp of wine to soothe his annoyance. "You're right. You should be the pirate."

The magician was stunned into silence for several seconds, but then firmly replied, "I'm not dressing up as anything, thank you very much!"

Tayend gave his lover a smug smile. "I know how much you enjoyed being disguised as a merchant when you were trying to capture Sonea."

"That's completely different!"

"Of course it is," Tayend agreed dryly. "But I won't force you to dress up if you don't want to. However, I want to, and I just want to have your approval."

Dannyl considered this. Despite initially feeling disturbed by the idea of Tayend dressing up, he couldn't really see much harm in it.

"Well," He replied carefully, "You have my approval, though I don't see why you need it at all."

Tayend shot Dannyl his most demure smile, and retorted, "Why Dannyl, it's because I'd be dressing up for you."

Dannyl's cheeks burned, and he hastily focussed on refilling his glass to avoid meeting his lover's eager expression. He finally responded, "Tayend! You don't need to do that! I'm perfectly happy with you being yourself."

The scholar rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course you are! But trust me; this will be so much fun!" Even though Dannyl still looked mortified, Tayend continued, "Why don't we think of some things I could dress up as?"

The magician could not believe they were having this discussion at all, but he said the first thing that came to his mind. "An acrobat!"

Tayend choked on his wine, and spluttered incredibly,"Really? You'd like that? Because I was thinking that as well! Do you think I'd make an admirable acrobat?"

Trying to keep a straight face, Dannyl nodded earnestly. "What else have you in mind?"

"How about a servant?" Tayend asked excitedly, and then he said in a low suggestive voice, "How may I serve you, my Lord?"

Dannyl couldn't help it; he burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter at Tayend's ridiculous attempt to be seductive.

Tayend was not impressed by the magician's reaction. Throwing his friend a sullen glare, he declared, "Well, you rolling around the bed in a fit of giggles would certainly not be the result I'd expect."

Wiping tears away from his eyes, Dannyl exclaimed, "You're so hilarious at all of this, you should dress as a jester!"

Despite his irritation at Dannyl, Tayend grinned. "Oh yes! That's a fantastic suggestion. The jesters back in Capia usually got loads of attention, for some unfathomable reason. And I bet you'd like me to wear tights and that silly dress-like thing too."

A look of horror flashed across Dannyl's face. "NO!"

(As always, feedback would be lovely! ;D And Part 3 coming soon! )