Happy Black Friday? I'm not out in the crush today, but Bri's working in it, poor guy, and I'm sure some of you might have gotten stuck out there too? *hugs*
For crystal lilly's prompt of traditions in Tryst, with a QuaTro pairing. Set after the main storyline.
Tryst Drabble
The surface of the lake reflected the dark clouds that chased across the sky, marred only by a few late-dropping leaves that floated on the surface. The fae studied the water for a moment before reaching out with a careful hand to poke at one of the leaves, sending it downwards into the water.
The water rippled in response and the fae sat down on the shore and waited patiently. A few minutes passed before the ripples grew into a larger pattern and a head popped up in response to his call.
"Trowa."
"Quatre," the fae on the bank managed a seated half-bow. "My father sends his compliments and asks how the rehabilitation is progressing?"
The water fae laughed as he left the lake and sat down beside Trowa. "I'm not sure I'd call it great progress, but he has finally realized the futility of complaining. He does the tasks set to him, but not with any grace."
"I'm not sure that one could learn any grace." Trowa sighed and Quatre nodded.
"If it wasn't the tradition to rehabilitate mortal prisoners, I think I'd simply turn him into a fish. He'd be a lot easier to deal with."
"You can always ask our lord for permission at the Fall's End Feast- it is also traditional to ask for small favors then after all."
"Very true," Quatre looked thoughtful. "How does his brother? Has Duo given him his name back yet?"
Trowa shook his head. "No, and swears that he never will, no matter how angry our lord gets."
"Your brother must love the mortal very much to be so stubborn."
"Or he loves enraging our lord."
"Or both."
Trowa laughed. "Or both," he agreed. "When you come to the feast, you will have to observe them and give me your opinion on the situation."
"I will do so gladly, but they are your relations. You know them better than I."
"You are the one known for his clearness of sight." Trowa looked out over the lake. "I will miss our conversations this winter, once the lake freezes over."
Quatre lips quirked in a faint smile. "I will miss them as well. I don't suppose your father could spare you for a season? You could tell him that I invited you to our court for the winter so as to keep an eye on his rehabilitation project."
"Would I be welcome just for my conversation?"
Cool fingers touched his cheek as Quatre leaned forward. Refreshing and sweet, his lips pressed against Trowa's for a moment. "More than welcome and invited for more than your conversation. Unless you think it will enrage your father."
"When I am keeping an eye on his interests? Why should he rage?" Trowa laughed, sliding his fingers across Quatre's nape and holding him closer. "And even if he does, Duo angers him often. It's past time for my turn."
"Maybe I'll tell him that I need you there to supplement my magic- that could be my favor to ask this year. If I don't have enough warmth to draw on, that prisoner of his might freeze in my court. Mortals are so vulnerable to the cold."
"It might serve him right to freeze a little this winter." Trowa brushed his lips over Quatre's jawline. "Still, I'll happily share my warmth with you."
"I hoped you'd say that."
OWARI
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