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tampered2010-12-30 09:27 pm
bequiet_hescreamed) wrote in tampered2010-12-30 09:27 pm
log; complete
When; December 22nd, late afternoon/early evening
Rating; PG
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reed4context and conductyourself
Summary; Being friends with Eriol is sort of like being friends with a cat. Except that Eriol is a better kisser.
Log;
Clef walked among shelves of books, barely seeing them. He wasn't really in the mood to be shopping right now, having spent most of the day at the hospital or in the kitchen. It had frankly been by sheer force of will that the potion he had made for Ken was working right now, and he wished he had been able to come up with a more permanent cure. Unfortunately, the ingredients he was familiar with were in limited supply and he was reluctant to find Earth analogues by trial and error. He had done some research before, here and there, but none of it prepared him for what he would need to know in order to help Ken. On a lark - it wasn't as though his mind was on gifts right now, anyway - he headed over to the herbalism section to see if he might find something useful.
Eriol was browsing through the general magic section, pondering. He wasn't looking to buy a book for himself (well, unless he saw something really interesting), but rather to finish his Christmas shopping, which he had left late this year. He was thinking about trying to find something here for Clef; he figured that he'd have the best chance of picking out something useful. But then he wasn't sure what Clef might already have, or have read -- a man of his age would likely be familiar with a lot of the information in these volumes. So he was pondering this when Clef turned the corner, and he had to resist an impulse to disappear when he saw the mage. It wasn't as if his goal was immediately apparent by his presence here. So instead he smiled in greeting.
"Eriol! Hello." Clef was pleasantly surprised to see his friend here, and smiled back.
Eriol bowed. He thought about asking how Clef was doing, but from the way that Clef looked, it might take a novel to explain. "Great minds think alike, clearly," he said instead. "Finishing your Christmas shopping?"
Eriol's manners never ceased to confuse Clef. He made a shallow bow in return, not really sure how else to proceed. "Yes..." he was going to say something more, like how he was totally failing at it just at the moment, but then didn't. "Yourself, as well?"
Eriol thought about offering Clef a hand to shake as well, just to see how he'd react, but decided to save that for later. "I am," he answered instead. "The Christmas spirit calls us out, despite this weather." Not that the snow particularly bothered Eriol, but he knew most people counted it as inconvenience. They didn't magically heat their pockets.
"Is that what it is?" Clef deadpanned. "I thought it was last-minute anxiety."
"They're quite easy to mistake." Eriol's perpetual grin did not falter. "What are you looking for? Perhaps I can help."
"I was wondering if they had some books on advanced Earth herbalism here." Clef couldn't help but let an eyebrow twitch in slight nervousness. He hoped it wasn't a horrible faux pas or something to be caught doing non-Christmas shopping in the middle of all of your supposed Christmas shopping. "... It isn't related to gifting, as such."
"Ah, you don't have to pretend you weren't buying something for me," Eriol answered, not because he really thought Clef was, but more for the look he expected to receive in return. He stepped a little closer and reached up above Clef's head for a volume. "This might be appropriate."
Clef... did not know what look to give. He attempted to simultaneously look surprised and not surprised, but the end result was an expression that seemed to convey that his personal space was being invaded. Which, then, it was.
"Ah, you think so?" He looked over Eriol's shoulder at the tome.
"Recent Advancements in Herbal Lore, 1710 to Present," Eriol read off the title. "Well, perhaps this one is a bit out of date." He looked up to replace it and that was when he saw the mistletoe. He pondered it a moment before he looked back down at Clef and slowly lifted one eyebrow.
Clef was oblivious. He had noticed a book that looked promising and delicately ran a finger down the spine before pulling it out to flip through. Almost as though he felt the need to flirt with the book first, and then glance at it quickly before it could change its mind.
Well, whether or not Clef was paying attention, the curse was rather compelling. Nothing to be done for it. Eriol lifted Clef's chin and bent down a little, kissing him firmly on the lips.
Clef gasped as he realized too late what was happening. For a moment, he could do nothing but stand there, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Eriol no doubt got a kick out of how long it took the older mage to come to his senses and push him away. He dropped the book in his confusion and headed for the end of the row as fast as possible without turning his back on the other magician.
"What was that?!" There was blushing.
Eriol put on his most innocent smile and pointed up at the mistletoe. "Curse, I'm afraid. You might want to watch for more of those plants."
He contrived to look hurt, momentarily. "Was it so awful?"
"N... No...." The blush grew a bit deeper, how embarrassing. "But it was very sudden, and you didn't ask permission."
"Next time, I promise to ask first." He put his hand on his heart solemnly.
All Clef could think was that, next time, Eriol would indeed ask and for some reason he would feel obligated to say yes. It was not very reassuring.
"Good luck with your shopping," Eriol continued, leaning down to pick up the book that Clef dropped, and showing no signs of wanting to return it to him. After all, if Clef came after it -- he was still standing under the mistletoe.
"You, as well." Giving Eriol one last, suspicious look, Clef declared the book a lost cause and disappeared around the corner as quickly as he could without actually running. Maybe he'd come back after Christmas, when there would be no curse and possibly a sale.
As for Eriol, he smiled, just a little, and took his prize up to the counter, humming a Christmas carol as he went. Today had been very successful after all.
Rating; PG
Characters;
reed4context and conductyourselfSummary; Being friends with Eriol is sort of like being friends with a cat. Except that Eriol is a better kisser.
Log;
Clef walked among shelves of books, barely seeing them. He wasn't really in the mood to be shopping right now, having spent most of the day at the hospital or in the kitchen. It had frankly been by sheer force of will that the potion he had made for Ken was working right now, and he wished he had been able to come up with a more permanent cure. Unfortunately, the ingredients he was familiar with were in limited supply and he was reluctant to find Earth analogues by trial and error. He had done some research before, here and there, but none of it prepared him for what he would need to know in order to help Ken. On a lark - it wasn't as though his mind was on gifts right now, anyway - he headed over to the herbalism section to see if he might find something useful.
Eriol was browsing through the general magic section, pondering. He wasn't looking to buy a book for himself (well, unless he saw something really interesting), but rather to finish his Christmas shopping, which he had left late this year. He was thinking about trying to find something here for Clef; he figured that he'd have the best chance of picking out something useful. But then he wasn't sure what Clef might already have, or have read -- a man of his age would likely be familiar with a lot of the information in these volumes. So he was pondering this when Clef turned the corner, and he had to resist an impulse to disappear when he saw the mage. It wasn't as if his goal was immediately apparent by his presence here. So instead he smiled in greeting.
"Eriol! Hello." Clef was pleasantly surprised to see his friend here, and smiled back.
Eriol bowed. He thought about asking how Clef was doing, but from the way that Clef looked, it might take a novel to explain. "Great minds think alike, clearly," he said instead. "Finishing your Christmas shopping?"
Eriol's manners never ceased to confuse Clef. He made a shallow bow in return, not really sure how else to proceed. "Yes..." he was going to say something more, like how he was totally failing at it just at the moment, but then didn't. "Yourself, as well?"
Eriol thought about offering Clef a hand to shake as well, just to see how he'd react, but decided to save that for later. "I am," he answered instead. "The Christmas spirit calls us out, despite this weather." Not that the snow particularly bothered Eriol, but he knew most people counted it as inconvenience. They didn't magically heat their pockets.
"Is that what it is?" Clef deadpanned. "I thought it was last-minute anxiety."
"They're quite easy to mistake." Eriol's perpetual grin did not falter. "What are you looking for? Perhaps I can help."
"I was wondering if they had some books on advanced Earth herbalism here." Clef couldn't help but let an eyebrow twitch in slight nervousness. He hoped it wasn't a horrible faux pas or something to be caught doing non-Christmas shopping in the middle of all of your supposed Christmas shopping. "... It isn't related to gifting, as such."
"Ah, you don't have to pretend you weren't buying something for me," Eriol answered, not because he really thought Clef was, but more for the look he expected to receive in return. He stepped a little closer and reached up above Clef's head for a volume. "This might be appropriate."
Clef... did not know what look to give. He attempted to simultaneously look surprised and not surprised, but the end result was an expression that seemed to convey that his personal space was being invaded. Which, then, it was.
"Ah, you think so?" He looked over Eriol's shoulder at the tome.
"Recent Advancements in Herbal Lore, 1710 to Present," Eriol read off the title. "Well, perhaps this one is a bit out of date." He looked up to replace it and that was when he saw the mistletoe. He pondered it a moment before he looked back down at Clef and slowly lifted one eyebrow.
Clef was oblivious. He had noticed a book that looked promising and delicately ran a finger down the spine before pulling it out to flip through. Almost as though he felt the need to flirt with the book first, and then glance at it quickly before it could change its mind.
Well, whether or not Clef was paying attention, the curse was rather compelling. Nothing to be done for it. Eriol lifted Clef's chin and bent down a little, kissing him firmly on the lips.
Clef gasped as he realized too late what was happening. For a moment, he could do nothing but stand there, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Eriol no doubt got a kick out of how long it took the older mage to come to his senses and push him away. He dropped the book in his confusion and headed for the end of the row as fast as possible without turning his back on the other magician.
"What was that?!" There was blushing.
Eriol put on his most innocent smile and pointed up at the mistletoe. "Curse, I'm afraid. You might want to watch for more of those plants."
He contrived to look hurt, momentarily. "Was it so awful?"
"N... No...." The blush grew a bit deeper, how embarrassing. "But it was very sudden, and you didn't ask permission."
"Next time, I promise to ask first." He put his hand on his heart solemnly.
All Clef could think was that, next time, Eriol would indeed ask and for some reason he would feel obligated to say yes. It was not very reassuring.
"Good luck with your shopping," Eriol continued, leaning down to pick up the book that Clef dropped, and showing no signs of wanting to return it to him. After all, if Clef came after it -- he was still standing under the mistletoe.
"You, as well." Giving Eriol one last, suspicious look, Clef declared the book a lost cause and disappeared around the corner as quickly as he could without actually running. Maybe he'd come back after Christmas, when there would be no curse and possibly a sale.
As for Eriol, he smiled, just a little, and took his prize up to the counter, humming a Christmas carol as he went. Today had been very successful after all.