Compendium
ii.) Standards
-x-x-x-
Requested by weighed and measured [on Livejournal]
Erk and Louise, mothering.
-x-x-x-
"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water..."
Hector nodded his head in time to the cadence of Priscilla's voice as she read aloud from the book of poetry in her lap, as he focused on his own reading material.
"Isn't that beautiful, Hector? Lucius was right—this is absolutely lovely." Priscilla straightened in her armchair and looked at him suspiciously. "Hector? Hector, are you even listening to me?"
Hector looked at her from where he lay sprawled across the loveseat. "Of course I'm listening," he said. "But Lucius? The guy's sleeping with your brother, Priscilla. If I were you, I'd seriously question his taste in literature."
Priscilla glared at him. "And I'm dating a mindless oaf who still reads comic books—naturally, many people would question my taste in men, but I'm still with you, aren't I?"
He sat up. "This oaf happens to be successful and handsome young CEO of Armads United—"
"—who would've led the company to bankruptcy and ruin a long time ago were it not for Oswin and the lost Cornwell funds." She pouted. "What are you reading, anyway?"
He held up the comic for her to see. "It's a monthly serial called The Sacred Stones. It's about these royal siblings—they're twins—trying to save the world from a resurrected demon king thing. It's great."
Priscilla blinked. "It sounds like a story from one of those video games Nino's always playing."
"Well, it is produced by the same franchise that makes a lot of those games..." He stood up and stretched.
"You're hopeless." Priscilla turned back to the book in her lap. "Sometimes, I don't know why we're together at all..."
Hector grinned and walked over to the armchair, leaning his arms easily against its back. "Oh, that's easy."
She looked up at him. "So what is it, then?"
Without warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers with the passion and ferocity she had come to love and expect from him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and when they finally pulled apart, Priscilla found herself gasping for breath.
He smiled wolfishly at her. "Easy: the sex is great."
-x-x-x-
Xirysa Says: Again, for a drabble meme on Livejournal. It's also my first attempt at writing Hector/Priscilla, which is a pairing I find myself liking more and more.
For anyone reason, I ended up choosing an excerpt from T. S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" as the poem Priscilla's reading. (I actually feel like that'd be something she'd really enjoy, personally.)
So, like always, thanks for reading, and feedback of any sort would be grand!