Post by Idleness on Jun 30, 2020 12:39:17 GMT 10
Title: Two is company, but four is a crowded tapestry
Rating: G
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: Older SOTL gang hijinks
Summary: When all they can think of is leaving the party.
Notes and Warnings: I hope you enjoy this silly fic.
Tortallan royal weddings were always solemnised at the temple of Mithros in Corus, at precisely midday. This was followed by a slow procession led by the bride and groom, back up Temple Way to the palace, where the parties then commenced. It was at the after party to the after party that the tapestry that Raoul was hiding behind moved, and he let out a high-pitched squeal.
“It’s only me,” said the invader, who was revealed to be his wife Buri by the height of the elbow blow to his lower ribs.
“Thank goodness for that,” he replied.
They then proceeded to stand side-by-side in blessed wordless peace. Raoul was so tired that he couldn’t say if more than one completed thought passed through his head in that time.
After some time, he decided to voice his single completed thought.
“Do you think we can leave yet?”
“No, Thayet and Jon are still around.”
“Oh. How do you know?”
“I heard Thayet laughing.”
“Guess we’re stuck here for a while then.”
“Yeah,” said Buri, slipping her hand into his.
---
Alanna wilted as she watched Jon and George start a new conversation with Prince Eitaro. Knowing how this went, they were probably talking about hunting, horseflesh, or some other sport, and they would be there forever.
She glanced around and caught Gary’s eye as he suppressed a yawn. He promptly excused himself from the animated conversation between Thayet and Cythera and wandered over.
“Have you seen Raoul?” asked Gary, on reaching her.
“No. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Buri for a while either,” replied Alanna.
“They always leave early,” said Gary with disgust.
“I know. It’s not fair. I need to stretch my legs or I’m going to fall asleep right here,” complained Alanna, yawning.
“Let’s walk then. I need to swap this for something stronger anyway,” said Gary, frowning at the wine goblet in his hand.
Alanna squinted at the level of his glass.
“You haven’t even touched that,” she accused as they strolled toward the refreshments.
Gary responded by dipping his finger into his glass. “Yes I have,” he protested.
Alanna rolled her eyes, and had a biting retort on the tip of her tongue when she noticed a slight movement in a tapestry.
“Gary,” she said, nudging him and pointing. “Is that a draft making that tapestry move, or do you think…?”
“If that’s a draft, then it’s a very big draft. Perhaps a big draft called Raoul, and a little draft called Buri.”
Alanna grinned. “How many do you think we can we fit behind that tapestry before anyone else notices?”
Gary shuddered. “You join them if you like, but I’ll warn you, they’re probably kissing.”
---
Raoul shrieked again when the tapestry moved without warning a second time.
“Shh! It’s just me!”
“Alanna! What are you doing here?” whispered Raoul.
“Hiding until it’s time to leave. What are you two doing here?”
“The same. What else would we be doing?”
“Gary thought you might be kissing.”
“Kissing! Hah! I’m nearly asleep on my feet,” drawled Buri. “I’m too tired to even think of kissing.”
“Thank goodness for that,” murmured Alanna, and then they were all silent until Raoul shrieked again as another person stepped behind the tapestry.
“Excuse me,” drawled Gary. “It looked like there was more space from the outside.”
There was a slight muttering as Raoul, Buri, and Alanna shuffled along the wall to make room for Gary. This was followed by a slurping noise and a distinctive clink of a porcelain cup on a saucer.
“Gary, did you abandon your wine for a cup of tea?” demanded Alanna.
“Yes, peppermint tea. I like to drink it before bed. It’s relaxing.”
A disgusted silence reigned after that pronouncement.
“I want a cup of tea,” complained Alanna.
“I just want my bed,” complained Buri.
“Same,” complained Raoul.
“Me too,” complained Gary.
“We’re old now,” complained Alanna.
“Woe is us,” agreed Gary.
---
The next time the tapestry moved, it was Gary who shrieked.
The four of them blinked in the light as Jon and Thayet peered in at them.
And they blinked some more. And then Thayet gave up the struggle against yawning and giggling and did both.
“Shall we shuffle over and make some room, your majesties?” asked Gary, finally.
“Gods no! We’re heading off to bed. We thought you’d like to know that the coast is clear,” said Jon.
“Roald and Shinko kindly hinted that they wouldn’t mind,” said Thayet, nodding, “otherwise we might have joined you.”
Rating: G
For: Kypriotha
Prompt: Older SOTL gang hijinks
Summary: When all they can think of is leaving the party.
Notes and Warnings: I hope you enjoy this silly fic.
Tortallan royal weddings were always solemnised at the temple of Mithros in Corus, at precisely midday. This was followed by a slow procession led by the bride and groom, back up Temple Way to the palace, where the parties then commenced. It was at the after party to the after party that the tapestry that Raoul was hiding behind moved, and he let out a high-pitched squeal.
“It’s only me,” said the invader, who was revealed to be his wife Buri by the height of the elbow blow to his lower ribs.
“Thank goodness for that,” he replied.
They then proceeded to stand side-by-side in blessed wordless peace. Raoul was so tired that he couldn’t say if more than one completed thought passed through his head in that time.
After some time, he decided to voice his single completed thought.
“Do you think we can leave yet?”
“No, Thayet and Jon are still around.”
“Oh. How do you know?”
“I heard Thayet laughing.”
“Guess we’re stuck here for a while then.”
“Yeah,” said Buri, slipping her hand into his.
---
Alanna wilted as she watched Jon and George start a new conversation with Prince Eitaro. Knowing how this went, they were probably talking about hunting, horseflesh, or some other sport, and they would be there forever.
She glanced around and caught Gary’s eye as he suppressed a yawn. He promptly excused himself from the animated conversation between Thayet and Cythera and wandered over.
“Have you seen Raoul?” asked Gary, on reaching her.
“No. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Buri for a while either,” replied Alanna.
“They always leave early,” said Gary with disgust.
“I know. It’s not fair. I need to stretch my legs or I’m going to fall asleep right here,” complained Alanna, yawning.
“Let’s walk then. I need to swap this for something stronger anyway,” said Gary, frowning at the wine goblet in his hand.
Alanna squinted at the level of his glass.
“You haven’t even touched that,” she accused as they strolled toward the refreshments.
Gary responded by dipping his finger into his glass. “Yes I have,” he protested.
Alanna rolled her eyes, and had a biting retort on the tip of her tongue when she noticed a slight movement in a tapestry.
“Gary,” she said, nudging him and pointing. “Is that a draft making that tapestry move, or do you think…?”
“If that’s a draft, then it’s a very big draft. Perhaps a big draft called Raoul, and a little draft called Buri.”
Alanna grinned. “How many do you think we can we fit behind that tapestry before anyone else notices?”
Gary shuddered. “You join them if you like, but I’ll warn you, they’re probably kissing.”
---
Raoul shrieked again when the tapestry moved without warning a second time.
“Shh! It’s just me!”
“Alanna! What are you doing here?” whispered Raoul.
“Hiding until it’s time to leave. What are you two doing here?”
“The same. What else would we be doing?”
“Gary thought you might be kissing.”
“Kissing! Hah! I’m nearly asleep on my feet,” drawled Buri. “I’m too tired to even think of kissing.”
“Thank goodness for that,” murmured Alanna, and then they were all silent until Raoul shrieked again as another person stepped behind the tapestry.
“Excuse me,” drawled Gary. “It looked like there was more space from the outside.”
There was a slight muttering as Raoul, Buri, and Alanna shuffled along the wall to make room for Gary. This was followed by a slurping noise and a distinctive clink of a porcelain cup on a saucer.
“Gary, did you abandon your wine for a cup of tea?” demanded Alanna.
“Yes, peppermint tea. I like to drink it before bed. It’s relaxing.”
A disgusted silence reigned after that pronouncement.
“I want a cup of tea,” complained Alanna.
“I just want my bed,” complained Buri.
“Same,” complained Raoul.
“Me too,” complained Gary.
“We’re old now,” complained Alanna.
“Woe is us,” agreed Gary.
---
The next time the tapestry moved, it was Gary who shrieked.
The four of them blinked in the light as Jon and Thayet peered in at them.
And they blinked some more. And then Thayet gave up the struggle against yawning and giggling and did both.
“Shall we shuffle over and make some room, your majesties?” asked Gary, finally.
“Gods no! We’re heading off to bed. We thought you’d like to know that the coast is clear,” said Jon.
“Roald and Shinko kindly hinted that they wouldn’t mind,” said Thayet, nodding, “otherwise we might have joined you.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!