Post by wordy on Dec 12, 2013 12:58:06 GMT 10
Title: Horsing Around
Rating: G
For: whimonda
Prompt: #3 Gary and Raoul as pages
Summary: Hijinks!
It had been easy enough to borrow a few inkwells from the teaching supply room. Putting their plan into effect was proving more difficult.
Raoul cursed and stumbled out of the stall, leaving a rather angry horse stamping and snorting at him over the door. Ink covered his hands and there were some incriminating splashes on the front of his tunic as well. He straightened, glancing across to Gary. “I think we need to abandon the hoof-print thing.”
“Agreed,” said Gary. He was leaning over another stall door, dipping a horse’s tail into the inkwell he was holding. Raoul watched as he continued to smear the ink upon a nearby curry brush and along the reins that hung upon the wall.
By the time the midday bell tolled, the stables had been well and truly sabotaged.
“I wish we could be here to see their reaction,” said Raoul, a little mournfully.
“I have no intention of staying anywhere near the stables for the next few hours,” Gary said firmly. “Stefan’s a crafty fellow, and I have no desire to spend any more of my free time mucking out this place.”
Raoul glanced over his shoulder, but there was no sign of the older man. When he turned back, Gary was staring at one of the stalls with a horrified expression.
“What?” asked Raoul uncomfortably.
“That’s father’s horse!”
“How am I supposed to tell one horse from another—”
Gary gripped his hair with black-stained hands, despair upon his face. He was being a touch melodramatic, and Raoul opened his mouth to tell him so, only to be cut off when Gary swept over and grabbed him by the front of the tunic. “Clean it up,” he demanded.
“What?”
“If we get found out…”
Raoul extricated himself from his friend’s hold. “Calm down—no one will know it was us. Besides, if we did every horse in here except for your father’s, wouldn’t that make him more likely to suspect you?”
Gary’s stricken expression faded. “Yeah. That makes sense, I guess.”
“Of course it does. Now, come on—time to make our getaway.”
Gary nodded, and Raoul took off across the field without checking to see that he was following. By the time they reached the courtyard, the two of them were out of breath, though Gary seemed to have calmed slightly. They disposed of the inkwells by the kitchen, then Raoul tucked his black-palmed hands under his armpits.
“Well,” he said, grinning. “Now we just wait.”
Gary grinned back at him. “I guess so.”
They shook on it, then headed back to the pages’ wing. Raoul shut himself into his room with a content sigh, slumping down against the door. Remembering the panicked look on Gary’s face, he shook his head with a laugh, then heaved himself up to go wash away the evidence.
Rating: G
For: whimonda
Prompt: #3 Gary and Raoul as pages
Summary: Hijinks!
It had been easy enough to borrow a few inkwells from the teaching supply room. Putting their plan into effect was proving more difficult.
Raoul cursed and stumbled out of the stall, leaving a rather angry horse stamping and snorting at him over the door. Ink covered his hands and there were some incriminating splashes on the front of his tunic as well. He straightened, glancing across to Gary. “I think we need to abandon the hoof-print thing.”
“Agreed,” said Gary. He was leaning over another stall door, dipping a horse’s tail into the inkwell he was holding. Raoul watched as he continued to smear the ink upon a nearby curry brush and along the reins that hung upon the wall.
By the time the midday bell tolled, the stables had been well and truly sabotaged.
“I wish we could be here to see their reaction,” said Raoul, a little mournfully.
“I have no intention of staying anywhere near the stables for the next few hours,” Gary said firmly. “Stefan’s a crafty fellow, and I have no desire to spend any more of my free time mucking out this place.”
Raoul glanced over his shoulder, but there was no sign of the older man. When he turned back, Gary was staring at one of the stalls with a horrified expression.
“What?” asked Raoul uncomfortably.
“That’s father’s horse!”
“How am I supposed to tell one horse from another—”
Gary gripped his hair with black-stained hands, despair upon his face. He was being a touch melodramatic, and Raoul opened his mouth to tell him so, only to be cut off when Gary swept over and grabbed him by the front of the tunic. “Clean it up,” he demanded.
“What?”
“If we get found out…”
Raoul extricated himself from his friend’s hold. “Calm down—no one will know it was us. Besides, if we did every horse in here except for your father’s, wouldn’t that make him more likely to suspect you?”
Gary’s stricken expression faded. “Yeah. That makes sense, I guess.”
“Of course it does. Now, come on—time to make our getaway.”
Gary nodded, and Raoul took off across the field without checking to see that he was following. By the time they reached the courtyard, the two of them were out of breath, though Gary seemed to have calmed slightly. They disposed of the inkwells by the kitchen, then Raoul tucked his black-palmed hands under his armpits.
“Well,” he said, grinning. “Now we just wait.”
Gary grinned back at him. “I guess so.”
They shook on it, then headed back to the pages’ wing. Raoul shut himself into his room with a content sigh, slumping down against the door. Remembering the panicked look on Gary’s face, he shook his head with a laugh, then heaved himself up to go wash away the evidence.