Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 18, 2011 23:10:34 GMT -5
Here are some fics. Rated PG -13 to cover myself. The first one is Forge hitting on little Castiel.... kind of, second is Baillee and Rocky banter and the third is Gideon's character development which comes in several parts. Kudos to anyone who gets the artistic references I shoved in Gideon's fic, though they're terribly vague.
Yarrows were his greatest weakness. A beautiful temptation. So when he was dragged along to the Court of Hearts with his summoner he couldn't help but describe the pretty people he passed by.
If only Rosemary could get access to the Court of Diamonds, he had heard that the Queen and plenty of the other nobles were Yarrows. And they probably had the beauty of the region. He was practically drooling.
Rosemary had decided early in the visit to the Court of Hearts that he was to leave her alone for a bit. She wanted to spend quality time with Linnea, even if Linnea didn't want the quality time.
Whatever, when Rosemary tried to be a good mother he wasn't about to stop her. He took to strolling the gardens and taking a look at the various servants. Most of them seemed to keep their distance, though.
Bored out of his mind he took a seat on a bench and started counting the brightly colored roses. A few numbers in he was hit, squarely in the face, by a bright rubber ball.
He cursed. Shit, that hurt. It didn't matter if he wasn't actually flesh and blood, it hurt.
The sound of footsteps followed. It was a odd sound... shoes? Clutching his nose he squinted to see a young human girl, panting. A young and pretty Yarrow girl. She gave him a hesitant look. "Oh no! Did I hit you Mister? I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine," he said almost immediately. He took his hand away from his face. "See." He looked around, grabbing the ball and offering it to the little girl.
"Thank you! Though... I did hit you didn't I?" she said as she accepted the ball.
Yarrows. They really were the most beautiful girls. He could just imagine what she would look like grown up. "Yes, you did. What's your name?"
"Castiel! What's yours?"
"Forge."
"That's a funny name!"
"Thanks. Castiel's a pretty name, you know that?"
"Heee! Thanks Mister You're really nice!"
He automatically ruffled the girl's hair. "Hey, do you want to make up for hitting me in the face with the ball?"
She gave an emphatic nod.
"When you're eighteen, look up Rosemary and tell her that you need to talk to me, Forge. Can you remember that?"
"Yes! I can!" She said brightly. She held the ball over her head in victory, bouncing on her heals as she did so. "Can I go now Mister Forge?"
He gave emphatic nod. "Yep. I'll see you again soon. And don't forget the promise!" He waved as the girl hurried off.
It was a good thing that he had all the time in the world.
Four years. She had been his neighbor for four years and he still had no idea who she was. "Four years," she blurted out as she slapped tape on the brown paper package.
"What?" the raccoon said with a curious head tilt.
Bailee had been hoping he hadn't noticed. Suits. This was embarrassing. "Oh just thinking that I've been here for four years now. I'm finally getting a decent amount of customers and making a good amount of profit so I can work on my own experiments."
"You've really been here for four years?" The raccoon looked genuinely surprised. And a little horrified. He shifted awkwardly for a moment as he seemed to be looking for something.
Her name, she suspected. "It's Bailee."
"That's a cute name!"
"Yeah... I suppose it is." She said as she tapped her paw on the parcel.
He put the amount of money on the counter, taking the package from her and slipping it into a messenger bag. "Sorry I'm so terrible with names. You probably know mine..."
"Rocco. You're famous after all."
"Me? Famous?"
"Yes, why are you so surprised? You're successful at your field. You're a flying raccoon. I don't know a person in Corvistowne who doesn't know your name. At least... the ones I've spoken to who keep up on current events." Bailee shrugged. "Even though your fame isn't even current."
"Oh wow..." the raccoon said. His wings were drooping. "I feel bad now about... buying supplies from you every few weeks and not being able to remember your name."
"Don't feel bad. You're at least nice about it. I spent most of my young life in Esterberry boarding school, your absent mindedness concerning my name is far less flakey than some of the people there." She rolled her dark blue eyes. "Nothing beats a genius who can't put a simple science experiment together."
"Boarding school in Esterberry? You have a degree from there then?" He seemed to perk, drawing a bit closer to the canine.
Apparently all she needed to do was tell him her life story to get proper attention. Well then. "How about I tell you all about my exploits in the realm over tea sometime?" And maybe she would get to meet the famous Ophelia? Supposedly he was good friends with the woman. Her tail wagged at the thought.
"Tea it is then!" The raccoon said brightly. "Tomorrow afternoon should be good for me. Thank you, Miss Bailee. I'll see you tomorrow."
He departed cheerily. Leaving the canine with a faint chime of the bell and a bit of hope.
Esterberry. It was rather intimidating, and seemed just a little too perfect. The residents were passing him by as he slowly made his way down the street.
He stood out like a sore thumb. It was clear that he was lost and had no knowledge of the area. The residents pure and mixed a like gave him curious glances, but no one seemed inclined to help him.
So he wandered until he found something that sounded like a bar. It was hard to tell sometimes considering everything sounded like an educational institution's outlet. Suits, he wasn't even in a city related to one of their various universities.
The bar wasn't exactly what he was expecting. The smokey atmosphere smelled faintly of incense and things he couldn't quite place. There were shelves on the walls that contained books and various odds and ends. He wouldn't have guessed it was a bar if it weren't for the fact that the nicely dressed gentlemen behind the counter had a wide variety of alcohol stacked behind him.
Feeling terribly naked compared to half the members of the establishment he made his way to the bar. It wasn't like he had thumbs to dress himself, though he could always don a hat if he ever visited the place again.
He gave a curious look to the bartender as he finished cleaning a glass and putting it on a drying rack. Were all Esterberries pretty? His tail curled around his feet as he took on an air of confidence. His diamond charm helped."So I was looking for an artist community around here. You wouldn't be able to point me in the proper direction would you?"
The bartender tilted their canine head for a moment as they inspected the hybrid. "I suppose this would be a good place as any to start. We have a few artist types who come to visit later in the evening. No one as brightly colored as you though," the bartender paused for a moment. "What drink will you be having today?"
"Gin and Tonic please."
The bar tender nodded as the mixed the drink. The faint sound of talking of the few patrons were the only things that filtered throughout the establishment. It was almost eerie in a way. It was impossible to ignore the fact that he was a stranger in a new realm.
The drink was placed in front of him with a clink. The bartender seemed to be genuinely interested in the villa, however. "What brings a man like you to a place like this? You don't seem like the type to be interested in the Esterberry art movements."
"Not the type?" Gideon said before taking a small lap of his drink.
"Too well groomed."
"Oh thank you!" He fluttered his eyelashes for a moment. He felt a little better about being here. "I suppose I'm just here to get a different perspective. I've always been interested in Esterberry art movements despite my musical talents. I doubt I would ever fit in with the artistic crowd around here."
"I doubt it too, you're far too nice." The bartender said as he pulled away to mix a new drink.
Too nice? The mix breed blinked as he watched the man move away. What did he mean by that? They had only been chatting a few moments and he was already capable of deciding that much? What was the man psychic?
Uncomfortable, Gideon sat quietly with his drink, waiting for something to happen. Customers slowly filtered in through the night. Someone of them seemed to be laid back, while others were the rowdy sort. Very few artists were among them, and the few he chatted with mostly turned up their noses at him.
Until a fascinating young man walked through the door. He was dressed from head to toe despite being a bipedal--even his tail was covered. Suits only knew what animal he actually was. He could see a bit of cat and dog, but that didn't explain the ridiculously long body and the way his grin seemed unnervingly wide. His region didn't seem to be Esterberry, though with the amount of fur showing the Villa could only tell that he was a mix.
The unusual creature took a seat besides him. The faint smell of paint tingled the Diamond's nose. "Oils? You're a painter then?" Gideon said as he edged towards the gentlemen. There was another smell he couldn't quite place. Cheap perfume?
The man quietly sipped his drink, the ice cubes clinking as he set it down. "Would you ever killed for the sake of art?"
The question was abrupt, and all the diamond charm in the world couldn't wipe the surprised expression off of the canine mix's face. "What do you mean by that?"
The smirk on the strange man's face was like nothing Gideon had ever seen. It was unnerving enough to send a chill down his spine, his tail tip bristling.
"If you would like to find out meet me here tomorrow." The man whispered before finishing his drink and slinking off.
The sane thing would be to forget about it. He smoothed out his tail, staring at his third drink for the evening. Sane? Sane was boring. Sane was nice. Doing the sane thing was being walked on by his siblings.
Tomorrow night he would take a blind leap. That was the exciting thing to do.
When You're Older
Yarrows were his greatest weakness. A beautiful temptation. So when he was dragged along to the Court of Hearts with his summoner he couldn't help but describe the pretty people he passed by.
If only Rosemary could get access to the Court of Diamonds, he had heard that the Queen and plenty of the other nobles were Yarrows. And they probably had the beauty of the region. He was practically drooling.
Rosemary had decided early in the visit to the Court of Hearts that he was to leave her alone for a bit. She wanted to spend quality time with Linnea, even if Linnea didn't want the quality time.
Whatever, when Rosemary tried to be a good mother he wasn't about to stop her. He took to strolling the gardens and taking a look at the various servants. Most of them seemed to keep their distance, though.
Bored out of his mind he took a seat on a bench and started counting the brightly colored roses. A few numbers in he was hit, squarely in the face, by a bright rubber ball.
He cursed. Shit, that hurt. It didn't matter if he wasn't actually flesh and blood, it hurt.
The sound of footsteps followed. It was a odd sound... shoes? Clutching his nose he squinted to see a young human girl, panting. A young and pretty Yarrow girl. She gave him a hesitant look. "Oh no! Did I hit you Mister? I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine," he said almost immediately. He took his hand away from his face. "See." He looked around, grabbing the ball and offering it to the little girl.
"Thank you! Though... I did hit you didn't I?" she said as she accepted the ball.
Yarrows. They really were the most beautiful girls. He could just imagine what she would look like grown up. "Yes, you did. What's your name?"
"Castiel! What's yours?"
"Forge."
"That's a funny name!"
"Thanks. Castiel's a pretty name, you know that?"
"Heee! Thanks Mister You're really nice!"
He automatically ruffled the girl's hair. "Hey, do you want to make up for hitting me in the face with the ball?"
She gave an emphatic nod.
"When you're eighteen, look up Rosemary and tell her that you need to talk to me, Forge. Can you remember that?"
"Yes! I can!" She said brightly. She held the ball over her head in victory, bouncing on her heals as she did so. "Can I go now Mister Forge?"
He gave emphatic nod. "Yep. I'll see you again soon. And don't forget the promise!" He waved as the girl hurried off.
It was a good thing that he had all the time in the world.
Neighbors
Four years. She had been his neighbor for four years and he still had no idea who she was. "Four years," she blurted out as she slapped tape on the brown paper package.
"What?" the raccoon said with a curious head tilt.
Bailee had been hoping he hadn't noticed. Suits. This was embarrassing. "Oh just thinking that I've been here for four years now. I'm finally getting a decent amount of customers and making a good amount of profit so I can work on my own experiments."
"You've really been here for four years?" The raccoon looked genuinely surprised. And a little horrified. He shifted awkwardly for a moment as he seemed to be looking for something.
Her name, she suspected. "It's Bailee."
"That's a cute name!"
"Yeah... I suppose it is." She said as she tapped her paw on the parcel.
He put the amount of money on the counter, taking the package from her and slipping it into a messenger bag. "Sorry I'm so terrible with names. You probably know mine..."
"Rocco. You're famous after all."
"Me? Famous?"
"Yes, why are you so surprised? You're successful at your field. You're a flying raccoon. I don't know a person in Corvistowne who doesn't know your name. At least... the ones I've spoken to who keep up on current events." Bailee shrugged. "Even though your fame isn't even current."
"Oh wow..." the raccoon said. His wings were drooping. "I feel bad now about... buying supplies from you every few weeks and not being able to remember your name."
"Don't feel bad. You're at least nice about it. I spent most of my young life in Esterberry boarding school, your absent mindedness concerning my name is far less flakey than some of the people there." She rolled her dark blue eyes. "Nothing beats a genius who can't put a simple science experiment together."
"Boarding school in Esterberry? You have a degree from there then?" He seemed to perk, drawing a bit closer to the canine.
Apparently all she needed to do was tell him her life story to get proper attention. Well then. "How about I tell you all about my exploits in the realm over tea sometime?" And maybe she would get to meet the famous Ophelia? Supposedly he was good friends with the woman. Her tail wagged at the thought.
"Tea it is then!" The raccoon said brightly. "Tomorrow afternoon should be good for me. Thank you, Miss Bailee. I'll see you tomorrow."
He departed cheerily. Leaving the canine with a faint chime of the bell and a bit of hope.
For the Sake of Art
Part I
Part I
Esterberry. It was rather intimidating, and seemed just a little too perfect. The residents were passing him by as he slowly made his way down the street.
He stood out like a sore thumb. It was clear that he was lost and had no knowledge of the area. The residents pure and mixed a like gave him curious glances, but no one seemed inclined to help him.
So he wandered until he found something that sounded like a bar. It was hard to tell sometimes considering everything sounded like an educational institution's outlet. Suits, he wasn't even in a city related to one of their various universities.
The bar wasn't exactly what he was expecting. The smokey atmosphere smelled faintly of incense and things he couldn't quite place. There were shelves on the walls that contained books and various odds and ends. He wouldn't have guessed it was a bar if it weren't for the fact that the nicely dressed gentlemen behind the counter had a wide variety of alcohol stacked behind him.
Feeling terribly naked compared to half the members of the establishment he made his way to the bar. It wasn't like he had thumbs to dress himself, though he could always don a hat if he ever visited the place again.
He gave a curious look to the bartender as he finished cleaning a glass and putting it on a drying rack. Were all Esterberries pretty? His tail curled around his feet as he took on an air of confidence. His diamond charm helped."So I was looking for an artist community around here. You wouldn't be able to point me in the proper direction would you?"
The bartender tilted their canine head for a moment as they inspected the hybrid. "I suppose this would be a good place as any to start. We have a few artist types who come to visit later in the evening. No one as brightly colored as you though," the bartender paused for a moment. "What drink will you be having today?"
"Gin and Tonic please."
The bar tender nodded as the mixed the drink. The faint sound of talking of the few patrons were the only things that filtered throughout the establishment. It was almost eerie in a way. It was impossible to ignore the fact that he was a stranger in a new realm.
The drink was placed in front of him with a clink. The bartender seemed to be genuinely interested in the villa, however. "What brings a man like you to a place like this? You don't seem like the type to be interested in the Esterberry art movements."
"Not the type?" Gideon said before taking a small lap of his drink.
"Too well groomed."
"Oh thank you!" He fluttered his eyelashes for a moment. He felt a little better about being here. "I suppose I'm just here to get a different perspective. I've always been interested in Esterberry art movements despite my musical talents. I doubt I would ever fit in with the artistic crowd around here."
"I doubt it too, you're far too nice." The bartender said as he pulled away to mix a new drink.
Too nice? The mix breed blinked as he watched the man move away. What did he mean by that? They had only been chatting a few moments and he was already capable of deciding that much? What was the man psychic?
Uncomfortable, Gideon sat quietly with his drink, waiting for something to happen. Customers slowly filtered in through the night. Someone of them seemed to be laid back, while others were the rowdy sort. Very few artists were among them, and the few he chatted with mostly turned up their noses at him.
Until a fascinating young man walked through the door. He was dressed from head to toe despite being a bipedal--even his tail was covered. Suits only knew what animal he actually was. He could see a bit of cat and dog, but that didn't explain the ridiculously long body and the way his grin seemed unnervingly wide. His region didn't seem to be Esterberry, though with the amount of fur showing the Villa could only tell that he was a mix.
The unusual creature took a seat besides him. The faint smell of paint tingled the Diamond's nose. "Oils? You're a painter then?" Gideon said as he edged towards the gentlemen. There was another smell he couldn't quite place. Cheap perfume?
The man quietly sipped his drink, the ice cubes clinking as he set it down. "Would you ever killed for the sake of art?"
The question was abrupt, and all the diamond charm in the world couldn't wipe the surprised expression off of the canine mix's face. "What do you mean by that?"
The smirk on the strange man's face was like nothing Gideon had ever seen. It was unnerving enough to send a chill down his spine, his tail tip bristling.
"If you would like to find out meet me here tomorrow." The man whispered before finishing his drink and slinking off.
The sane thing would be to forget about it. He smoothed out his tail, staring at his third drink for the evening. Sane? Sane was boring. Sane was nice. Doing the sane thing was being walked on by his siblings.
Tomorrow night he would take a blind leap. That was the exciting thing to do.
