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matrixrefugeeA present for a dear friend...
Title: Alhambra Night
Day/Theme: August 20: Alhambra
Series: "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence" RPG -- "Le Faune et L'Empereur"
Character/Pairing: Original Male Character/Original Male character
Rating: PG-13 (slash overtones, nothing explicit)
Note: Ilia Sarkozi belongs to my dear friend Ruby T. O'Neill: I'm just borrowing him... Also, the best soundtrack for this fic is "The Pines of the Janiculum" from Ottorino Respighi's The Pines of Rome.
A warm Andalusian summer night, a soft breeze from the valley ruffling the tops of the date palms and the olive trees. A full moon rising over the ramparts of the fortress that surrounded the old palace, its soft light turning everything it touched to silver. Crickets chirped nearby, and down the slope, in a village nestled between the hills, someone strummed a guitar, accompanying a pair of voices, a young man and a young woman's, singing a sweet duet.
In a chamber off the main courtyard, Le Meroveque had had a bedstead rigged up for them, where they could lie in the patches of moonlight cast by the latticed windows. Perfumes from the flowering gardens outside floated in through the arched doorway, scenting the air of the old chamber. The twin mecha-guards, Castor and Pollux, had been set to keep watch in the vestibule of their room. Warm coverlets over the silken sheets covering the thin mattress kept out any chill air that might come down from the mountains. Now they lay together, the night breeze carressing their hair and skin, the warmth from each other soothing them.
"What do they call this room where we lie?" Ilia asked.
Le Meroveque glanced to dappled light and shadow on the floor. "They call this the Hall of the Two Sisters. I'm told it got the name from the two perfect white marble slabs set into the floor. But the dreamer hiding away in my stony old heart thinks it might have been named that in honor of two palace beauties, the jewels of the harem of Alhamar, the Moorish general who built this palace and the fortress to protect it."
"And now it is a place where the old man of the Europan Empire may dally with a member of his own harem?" Ilia asked, with a teasing lilt.
Le Meroveque chuckled affectionately, giving Ilia a tickling nudge in the ribs. Then his lean face grew thoughtful. "Perhaps. But a fine night like this was meant to be savored, and fine things that you share with a friend give more pleasure."
The younger man pondered this, his faunlike head resting on the older man's shoulder. The moonlight shifted, the patterns of light and shadow moving across the floor and up the wall. The crickets' chirrups grew softer and slower as the night air grew cooler. A cathedral clock chimed in the far distance. Somewhere nearby, a nightingale trilled, its call a soft lullaby soothing them both into sleep....
Title: Alhambra Night
Day/Theme: August 20: Alhambra
Series: "A.I.: Artificial Intelligence" RPG -- "Le Faune et L'Empereur"
Character/Pairing: Original Male Character/Original Male character
Rating: PG-13 (slash overtones, nothing explicit)
Note: Ilia Sarkozi belongs to my dear friend Ruby T. O'Neill: I'm just borrowing him... Also, the best soundtrack for this fic is "The Pines of the Janiculum" from Ottorino Respighi's The Pines of Rome.
A warm Andalusian summer night, a soft breeze from the valley ruffling the tops of the date palms and the olive trees. A full moon rising over the ramparts of the fortress that surrounded the old palace, its soft light turning everything it touched to silver. Crickets chirped nearby, and down the slope, in a village nestled between the hills, someone strummed a guitar, accompanying a pair of voices, a young man and a young woman's, singing a sweet duet.
In a chamber off the main courtyard, Le Meroveque had had a bedstead rigged up for them, where they could lie in the patches of moonlight cast by the latticed windows. Perfumes from the flowering gardens outside floated in through the arched doorway, scenting the air of the old chamber. The twin mecha-guards, Castor and Pollux, had been set to keep watch in the vestibule of their room. Warm coverlets over the silken sheets covering the thin mattress kept out any chill air that might come down from the mountains. Now they lay together, the night breeze carressing their hair and skin, the warmth from each other soothing them.
"What do they call this room where we lie?" Ilia asked.
Le Meroveque glanced to dappled light and shadow on the floor. "They call this the Hall of the Two Sisters. I'm told it got the name from the two perfect white marble slabs set into the floor. But the dreamer hiding away in my stony old heart thinks it might have been named that in honor of two palace beauties, the jewels of the harem of Alhamar, the Moorish general who built this palace and the fortress to protect it."
"And now it is a place where the old man of the Europan Empire may dally with a member of his own harem?" Ilia asked, with a teasing lilt.
Le Meroveque chuckled affectionately, giving Ilia a tickling nudge in the ribs. Then his lean face grew thoughtful. "Perhaps. But a fine night like this was meant to be savored, and fine things that you share with a friend give more pleasure."
The younger man pondered this, his faunlike head resting on the older man's shoulder. The moonlight shifted, the patterns of light and shadow moving across the floor and up the wall. The crickets' chirrups grew softer and slower as the night air grew cooler. A cathedral clock chimed in the far distance. Somewhere nearby, a nightingale trilled, its call a soft lullaby soothing them both into sleep....
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Date: 2005-08-20 08:31 pm (UTC)... and dammit, now Joe-of-the-Future wants his Halloran. ;-)