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dragonspell) wrote2008-08-12 04:21 pm
dragonspell) wrote2008-08-12 04:21 pm
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"Let Sleeping Kings Lie"
"Let Sleeping Kings Lie"
1/1
Word count: 1,023
PG to PG-13
Other warnings: Um, extremely rough draft.
The air was overly perfumed, Jasmine and Lavender wafting heavily on the currents: the sign of a pampered king. Said noble was fast asleep under his vast excess of fur blankets, the steady rise and fall of his chest betraying his unfortunately living status. The furs were piled high, way too many for anyone other than an extremely selfish king.
The assassin finished pulling himself into the room, quietly slipping from the window sill. He drew the dagger from his belt, creeping towards the slumbering king. One, quick strike and it would all be over for an all too mortal man. He would "right the wrongs" for his employer and be paid his handsome price.
Raising the knife, the assassin darted forward, quick and silent.
A sword plunged through his chest and too startled to even scream, the assassin stared, mouth gaping open for air he could no longer draw with metal through his lungs. Sampson sneered, twisting the sword in deeper before freeing his legs from the heavy furs to kick the vermin off his blade. Beside him, Leo jerked awake, rolling to the side and onto his feet, blue eyes wide and blonde hair wild. “What the Hell!” Leo snarled, imperious even after being rudely awakened. Somehow, even fresh from bed and frightened as a rabbit, Leo still managed to be regal. Sampson smiled tightly. Only his king could manage that.
Sampson kicked the body of the former assassin as it bled out on to the stone floor. “Just another one,” he said quietly.
“Another one? ANOTHER one? How can you say that so lightly? ANOTHER ONE?! I could have been killed!” Leo waved his arms frantically.
Sampson smiled fully but controlled his laughter. Leo never did find these situations funny. Sampson didn’t know why. “Perhaps because it was not my life he was after?”
Leo’s royal blue eyes narrowed. “That is not funny, Sampson.”
Shoulders shaking with the effort to contain his laughter, Sampson grabbed the bleeding body and strode to the doors. “No,” he agreed lightly and opened the heavy wooden doors. The soldiers posted outside started to attention and Sampson did his best to put on his nasty glare, throwing the body before them. “An assassin snuck in!” he bellowed, watching the soldiers pale. “Search the advisors’ room and send a maid to ensure the queen’s safety!”
The soldiers darted away, each not wanting to be the one left behind and Sampson slammed the doors closed again to make them hurry that much faster.
Leo was already back on the bed, his arms crossed and pouting. “I don’t believe this,” he fumed. “It’s only been a week since the last attempt!”
Sampson shrugged, wiping his sword on the drapes. “You’re popular.”
“Could you PLEASE not do that!” Leo griped. Sampson raised an eyebrow. “It is DISGUSTING, I’ll have you know.”
Sheathing his sword, Sampson decided to ignore the complaint. “We have to move,” he said instead.
“But I LIKE this bedroom. It’s COMFORTABLE.”
Sampson rolled his eyes. How had this man ever lead an army to conquer three nations? Only by the grace of GOD. He scooped up the furs, pulling them off a clutching Leo. “So will the next one.” Leo glared. “GO,” Sampson said, putting as much order into his voice as he could, “or I’ll leave the furs here and you can sleep with nothing!”
Leo growled and slid off the bed, his light blue dressing clothes riding up his pale legs. “Then you’d have to sleep with nothing too!” he sniped. “And I’d make you sleep naked!”
Sampson smirked, biting his tongue, and fell in line behind his fuming king, heading back towards the doors. Leo’d enjoy that too much. Leo threw open the double doors as only he could, making his grand entrance to the undecorated hallway. The soldiers at the end of the hall, ran a few steps towards the king’s chambers before stopping, recognizing the imposing figure. Leo kicked the dead body. “No one has REMOVED this, yet? Do it NOW!”
Sampson nodded to the soldiers and followed his king to the next chosen bedroom. Leo yanked open both doors again, stomping inside. “Absolutely ridiculous,” he declared and flopped himself face first onto the bed. Sampson carefully settled the furs on top of Leo, paying great attention to keeping them centered.
Leo flipped himself back over with a huff and stared at the ceiling. “I cannot possibly sleep now,” he said.
“Oh?” Sampson asked, readjusting his sword on his belt
“I am wide awake.”
Sampson grinned, slipping into bed beside his king once again. “What if I give you a good night kiss?"
Leo frowned, still staring at the ceiling. “It might help,” he conceded.
Not needing more permission than that, Sampson leaned in, closing his mouth over Leo’s, coaxing the firmed lips apart and slipping his tongue inside for a leisurely exploration. Typical Leo to want something so much, invite it even, but still pretend he was having no part of it. Sampson gently ran his hand down Leo’s arms, sliding over the soft silk of his dressing clothes; he could fix that. He tilted his head lower when Leo pressed himself to Sampson’s chest and wordlessly demanded more.
Smirking, Sampson broke off the kiss and nuzzled at the noble’s neck. “Is that better?” he asked, closing his eyes.
Leo purred. “Maybe…”
“Good,” Sampson said and flipped himself over onto his other side, pulling the furs up to his neck.
“What are you DOING?” Leo demanded. “Roll back over!”
“I’m going back to sleep,” Sampson murmured, already halfway there. It was his specialty to sleep anywhere, anytime.
“NO!” Leo objected. “No, you CAN’T!” Unfortunately, it was also Sampson’s specialty to be a light sleeper, too. And he wouldn’t put it past Leo to keep them both awake all night out of spite. “I’m still awake! And bored!”
Ah, yes. The common excuses. Sampson smiled and willed himself to sleep. He was too tired tonight to do anything to alleviate Leo’s “boredom.” Maybe if he was lucky…
The heavy weight of Leo’s body pushed him deeper into the bed but Sampson pretended to be fast asleep still. “As your KING, I DEMAND that you roll over right now and—” The words died on Leo’s lips—most likely with a following blush—-before Leo rolled off and onto his own side of the bed. “Oh, FINE,” he said, sighing heavily.
Sampson smiled and rolled back towards his king, tucking himself against Leo’s slightly smaller body as usual. He buried himself deep under the furs, looking like a lump of blanket again to the unsuspecting eye.
“…Since you’re down there?”
Sampson ignored him.
1/1
Word count: 1,023
PG to PG-13
Other warnings: Um, extremely rough draft.
The air was overly perfumed, Jasmine and Lavender wafting heavily on the currents: the sign of a pampered king. Said noble was fast asleep under his vast excess of fur blankets, the steady rise and fall of his chest betraying his unfortunately living status. The furs were piled high, way too many for anyone other than an extremely selfish king.
The assassin finished pulling himself into the room, quietly slipping from the window sill. He drew the dagger from his belt, creeping towards the slumbering king. One, quick strike and it would all be over for an all too mortal man. He would "right the wrongs" for his employer and be paid his handsome price.
Raising the knife, the assassin darted forward, quick and silent.
A sword plunged through his chest and too startled to even scream, the assassin stared, mouth gaping open for air he could no longer draw with metal through his lungs. Sampson sneered, twisting the sword in deeper before freeing his legs from the heavy furs to kick the vermin off his blade. Beside him, Leo jerked awake, rolling to the side and onto his feet, blue eyes wide and blonde hair wild. “What the Hell!” Leo snarled, imperious even after being rudely awakened. Somehow, even fresh from bed and frightened as a rabbit, Leo still managed to be regal. Sampson smiled tightly. Only his king could manage that.
Sampson kicked the body of the former assassin as it bled out on to the stone floor. “Just another one,” he said quietly.
“Another one? ANOTHER one? How can you say that so lightly? ANOTHER ONE?! I could have been killed!” Leo waved his arms frantically.
Sampson smiled fully but controlled his laughter. Leo never did find these situations funny. Sampson didn’t know why. “Perhaps because it was not my life he was after?”
Leo’s royal blue eyes narrowed. “That is not funny, Sampson.”
Shoulders shaking with the effort to contain his laughter, Sampson grabbed the bleeding body and strode to the doors. “No,” he agreed lightly and opened the heavy wooden doors. The soldiers posted outside started to attention and Sampson did his best to put on his nasty glare, throwing the body before them. “An assassin snuck in!” he bellowed, watching the soldiers pale. “Search the advisors’ room and send a maid to ensure the queen’s safety!”
The soldiers darted away, each not wanting to be the one left behind and Sampson slammed the doors closed again to make them hurry that much faster.
Leo was already back on the bed, his arms crossed and pouting. “I don’t believe this,” he fumed. “It’s only been a week since the last attempt!”
Sampson shrugged, wiping his sword on the drapes. “You’re popular.”
“Could you PLEASE not do that!” Leo griped. Sampson raised an eyebrow. “It is DISGUSTING, I’ll have you know.”
Sheathing his sword, Sampson decided to ignore the complaint. “We have to move,” he said instead.
“But I LIKE this bedroom. It’s COMFORTABLE.”
Sampson rolled his eyes. How had this man ever lead an army to conquer three nations? Only by the grace of GOD. He scooped up the furs, pulling them off a clutching Leo. “So will the next one.” Leo glared. “GO,” Sampson said, putting as much order into his voice as he could, “or I’ll leave the furs here and you can sleep with nothing!”
Leo growled and slid off the bed, his light blue dressing clothes riding up his pale legs. “Then you’d have to sleep with nothing too!” he sniped. “And I’d make you sleep naked!”
Sampson smirked, biting his tongue, and fell in line behind his fuming king, heading back towards the doors. Leo’d enjoy that too much. Leo threw open the double doors as only he could, making his grand entrance to the undecorated hallway. The soldiers at the end of the hall, ran a few steps towards the king’s chambers before stopping, recognizing the imposing figure. Leo kicked the dead body. “No one has REMOVED this, yet? Do it NOW!”
Sampson nodded to the soldiers and followed his king to the next chosen bedroom. Leo yanked open both doors again, stomping inside. “Absolutely ridiculous,” he declared and flopped himself face first onto the bed. Sampson carefully settled the furs on top of Leo, paying great attention to keeping them centered.
Leo flipped himself back over with a huff and stared at the ceiling. “I cannot possibly sleep now,” he said.
“Oh?” Sampson asked, readjusting his sword on his belt
“I am wide awake.”
Sampson grinned, slipping into bed beside his king once again. “What if I give you a good night kiss?"
Leo frowned, still staring at the ceiling. “It might help,” he conceded.
Not needing more permission than that, Sampson leaned in, closing his mouth over Leo’s, coaxing the firmed lips apart and slipping his tongue inside for a leisurely exploration. Typical Leo to want something so much, invite it even, but still pretend he was having no part of it. Sampson gently ran his hand down Leo’s arms, sliding over the soft silk of his dressing clothes; he could fix that. He tilted his head lower when Leo pressed himself to Sampson’s chest and wordlessly demanded more.
Smirking, Sampson broke off the kiss and nuzzled at the noble’s neck. “Is that better?” he asked, closing his eyes.
Leo purred. “Maybe…”
“Good,” Sampson said and flipped himself over onto his other side, pulling the furs up to his neck.
“What are you DOING?” Leo demanded. “Roll back over!”
“I’m going back to sleep,” Sampson murmured, already halfway there. It was his specialty to sleep anywhere, anytime.
“NO!” Leo objected. “No, you CAN’T!” Unfortunately, it was also Sampson’s specialty to be a light sleeper, too. And he wouldn’t put it past Leo to keep them both awake all night out of spite. “I’m still awake! And bored!”
Ah, yes. The common excuses. Sampson smiled and willed himself to sleep. He was too tired tonight to do anything to alleviate Leo’s “boredom.” Maybe if he was lucky…
The heavy weight of Leo’s body pushed him deeper into the bed but Sampson pretended to be fast asleep still. “As your KING, I DEMAND that you roll over right now and—” The words died on Leo’s lips—most likely with a following blush—-before Leo rolled off and onto his own side of the bed. “Oh, FINE,” he said, sighing heavily.
Sampson smiled and rolled back towards his king, tucking himself against Leo’s slightly smaller body as usual. He buried himself deep under the furs, looking like a lump of blanket again to the unsuspecting eye.
“…Since you’re down there?”
Sampson ignored him.