Post by Griff on Apr 28, 2013 7:12:01 GMT 10
Title: Labyrinth: Part Two
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Pairing: George Cooper/Roger of Conte
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Labyrinth AU. Roger is convinced Alan is not worth the trouble. George disagrees.
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“You locked him in a room.”
Roger didn’t appreciate the pert tone of voice Alan, his latest child, was using as he repeated himself for the third time. He shouldn’t be surprised. The general air of mouthy attitude seemed to come natural to those with red hair. Or, at least the sort with red hair that were wished away. “You locked him. In a room.”
“Yes,” He snapped, turning on him in a swirl of magic and feathers, his cape striking out behind him. “I have locked him in a room, as you’ve so capably observed. Is there a point?”
The boy simply rolled his eyes at his display and snorted. “Nothing.”
It was most certainly not nothing, but Roger didn’t care what the obnoxious little brat had to say on the matter as long as he kept his mouth shut.
“Just,” and Roger groaned, “you realize he’s the king of thieves, don’t you? Court of the Rogue? Rules over all of the lower city?”
“I fail to see what any of this has to do with your friend’s current situation.” Roger reminded himself that he wanted the young man to fail the gauntlet, because keeping children was what he did. It didn’t matter how entirely obnoxious the little brats could be.
“He’s a thief.” Alan said slowly, as if doubting Roger’s intelligent more and more by the minute. “And you locked him in a room.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.” Roger fought the urge to rip out his stupid red hair and throw the child from the tower. “Locked in the room. It will take him hours to find the key.”
“Or,” the little boy hopped to his feet and walked over to the looking glass and pointed. “He’ll just do what he does with every locked door he finds. Oh, look at that,” he said, purple eyes glittering, “George’s out of the locked room. Wonder how he managed that!”
Instead of arguing the magical semantics that should have prevented a mere thief from picking his exceptionally charmed locks with a twelve year old, Roger decided to take himself to the source and harangue this so-called ‘King of Thieves’ on his merry little adventure.
George Cooper was not the most dashing hero to try his labyrinth, but there was a certain air of rapscallion charm around him that Roger rather liked. He didn’t seem to mind the growing layers of dirt coating his skin and the general disarray of his hair and simple clothes made him look inappropriately edible for the whole situation.
Yes, Roger decided, Alan notwithstanding, he did rather enjoy this run of the labyrinth.
“I feel I should warn you,” Roger called from his perch on a jagged wall of rock, startling George less than he expected, “this next part is rather unpleasant. After spending some time with your little friend, I don’t really think he’s worth it.”
George simply smiled and shook his head, “Thanks for the warning. I’ll just be going, then.”
“That,” Roger reappeared suddenly behind him and began to circle, “is hardly fair. I give you advice, and all I receive is a rude dismissal.”
Hazel eyes watched him shrewdly for a moment. Then, George chuckled, “Alan’s been driving you barmy, hasn’t he?”
“He really isn’t worth the trouble,” Roger insisted, admitting nothing.
“He really is,” George disagreed. “but I’ll let you figure that out for yourself. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” He swept an exaggerated bow. “I’m afraid I have an engagement and it would be rude to keep him waiting.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Pairing: George Cooper/Roger of Conte
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Labyrinth AU. Roger is convinced Alan is not worth the trouble. George disagrees.
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“You locked him in a room.”
Roger didn’t appreciate the pert tone of voice Alan, his latest child, was using as he repeated himself for the third time. He shouldn’t be surprised. The general air of mouthy attitude seemed to come natural to those with red hair. Or, at least the sort with red hair that were wished away. “You locked him. In a room.”
“Yes,” He snapped, turning on him in a swirl of magic and feathers, his cape striking out behind him. “I have locked him in a room, as you’ve so capably observed. Is there a point?”
The boy simply rolled his eyes at his display and snorted. “Nothing.”
It was most certainly not nothing, but Roger didn’t care what the obnoxious little brat had to say on the matter as long as he kept his mouth shut.
“Just,” and Roger groaned, “you realize he’s the king of thieves, don’t you? Court of the Rogue? Rules over all of the lower city?”
“I fail to see what any of this has to do with your friend’s current situation.” Roger reminded himself that he wanted the young man to fail the gauntlet, because keeping children was what he did. It didn’t matter how entirely obnoxious the little brats could be.
“He’s a thief.” Alan said slowly, as if doubting Roger’s intelligent more and more by the minute. “And you locked him in a room.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.” Roger fought the urge to rip out his stupid red hair and throw the child from the tower. “Locked in the room. It will take him hours to find the key.”
“Or,” the little boy hopped to his feet and walked over to the looking glass and pointed. “He’ll just do what he does with every locked door he finds. Oh, look at that,” he said, purple eyes glittering, “George’s out of the locked room. Wonder how he managed that!”
Instead of arguing the magical semantics that should have prevented a mere thief from picking his exceptionally charmed locks with a twelve year old, Roger decided to take himself to the source and harangue this so-called ‘King of Thieves’ on his merry little adventure.
George Cooper was not the most dashing hero to try his labyrinth, but there was a certain air of rapscallion charm around him that Roger rather liked. He didn’t seem to mind the growing layers of dirt coating his skin and the general disarray of his hair and simple clothes made him look inappropriately edible for the whole situation.
Yes, Roger decided, Alan notwithstanding, he did rather enjoy this run of the labyrinth.
“I feel I should warn you,” Roger called from his perch on a jagged wall of rock, startling George less than he expected, “this next part is rather unpleasant. After spending some time with your little friend, I don’t really think he’s worth it.”
George simply smiled and shook his head, “Thanks for the warning. I’ll just be going, then.”
“That,” Roger reappeared suddenly behind him and began to circle, “is hardly fair. I give you advice, and all I receive is a rude dismissal.”
Hazel eyes watched him shrewdly for a moment. Then, George chuckled, “Alan’s been driving you barmy, hasn’t he?”
“He really isn’t worth the trouble,” Roger insisted, admitting nothing.
“He really is,” George disagreed. “but I’ll let you figure that out for yourself. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” He swept an exaggerated bow. “I’m afraid I have an engagement and it would be rude to keep him waiting.”