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rustleandeddy · 7 years ago

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Chapter 7

Rustle’s mind practically rattled about in his head. He was trained from birth to scrutinize the world around him, moment to moment, to discover anything which might be a threat to him. At home, this meant watching for the twitch of foliage and imagining the hawk that might be swooping above. Confronted with a glowing embodiment of raw magic, locked away in what could only be a mystic prison, his mind was aflame with the possibilities. What had this being done to be locked away here? What would it do now that it had discovered him and his friend?

The sheer weight of the horrific scenarios would have paralyzed a normal creature. Fortunately the same highly trained instinct for spotting trouble also provided instructions for how to react to said threats. Those instructions were always the same. Run and hide.

He darted toward the still frozen merman who had gotten him into this mess and hid behind his fin-like ear. Logically, he wasn’t any more safe there—it wasn’t as though Eddy could defend him—but just being concealed made him feel world’s better than charging out into the tunnels and caves that, as far as he knew, held even greater threats. And he couldn’t leave Eddy behind. Fairies are stronger when they are together.

“Why did I have to be curious? Why did I have to leave the pond? Why didn’t I listen to the others? Why did I come here?” He muttered to himself, eyes wild and voice on the brink of madness.

The golden form before them leaned forward again, testing the limits of the strange spell that kept it in the center of the room. As it drew closer, Rustle could feel his hair stand on end. This being was nothing but power. The piercing glow of the eyes swept along Eddy, then fixed on Rustle where he’d taken shelter.

“How long…”

Rustle didn’t know how he became aware of the words. He didn’t hear them. Not with his ears, at least. He simply… knew that they were intended for him. They slipped into his mind, skipping all of the pesky steps of perceiving them.

“How long have I been imprisoned…”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t come from here. I come from the surface,” Rustle said.

The being thrust a finger toward Eddy, causing a fresh flare of the chains in the ceiling.

“He does not come from the surface… He is from very near this place…”

“B-but he’s sleeping. I used magic, and I didn’t mean to, but it was so strong here, and I froze him and he fell asleep and as soon as he wakes up and we get him free we will leave you be and you’ll never have to worry about us again because—”

Rustle’s rambling picked up speed as he continued, like his assurances were a stone rolling downhill, unable to stop and accelerating out of control.

The being raised a hand to silence the fairy.

“I will wake him…”

The radiant eyes shut and the hands pressed together. Up until now, the general level of magic around him had caused Rustle’s skin to tingle. Now it became more acute, the force of will gaining a focus and edge. The magic clashed and sparked against the mystic barrier that kept the being in place, but a lance of energy pierced through. When it struck the ice encasing Eddy, the thick mound of crystal shattered around him. A galaxy of flakes burst outward and filled the water. Currents of magic pulled the twinkling crystals into complex whorls, tracing out sigils and runes in the water around them before the rising temperature caused them to dwindle and melt.

“Eddy!” Rustle cried, flitting about the face of his sleeping friend.

The merman as floating free of the ice now. His breathing was still quite shallow, but Rustle could see that the icy blue tinge has skin had taken on had begun to return to the healthier teal he’d come to expect from the creature. Gradually the glow restored to the tips of his fins and spines, and finally his eyes fluttered open.

Rustle buzzed just in front of Eddy’s eyes, watching as they fought to focus on him.

“Good morning, Rustle the Fairyman…” He said thickly. “What has…”

The eyes shifted to the figure dominating the room.

“What has happened…” Eddy finished.

“You will tell me what has happened��”

Again, the words wove their way into Rustle’s mind, and from Eddy’s reaction, they’d found their way into his thoughts as well.

“We explored a cave in my mine and you were in it,” Eddy said.

Though he visibly and audibly shared the same feeling of awe that pushed Rustle nearly past the point of logical thought, he did not show even the most cursory evidence of fear. Did nothing frighten him?

“What of the world? How long since the clash? Since the Thieves and the Great Ancient?”

“Too long, I suppose. I do not know of that tale.”

“You do not… And the names. Stuartia. Merantia.”

He shook his head, dislodging a few stubborn flakes of ice. “I do not know them.”

“Dangerous… terribly dangerous… To allow it all to be forgotten…”

“What has been forgotten?” Eddy asked excitedly. “Tell us the story. We are here for adventure, and to learn. Tell us what has been forgotten, of this place and of you—whatever you are. We shall tell the others! I will tell the people of Barnacle and they shall tell everyone beyond. My good friend Rustle will tell the people of the surface. Everyone will know!”

The figure’s eyes shut. Its glow dimmed ever so slightly, as though it was focusing on something distant. Eddy, showing the foolhardiness that Rustle had come to expect from him, swam through the magic circle keeping the being in place and inspected its form.

“Eddy, be careful!” Rustle called, carefully moving no further than the edge of the being’s unseen prison.

“If we were careful, we would never have found this place!” Eddy said. “This is a mermaid. Or maybe this was a mermaid? But I do not know where from…”

“How can you be certain it is a female? The features are so indistinct.”

“Do you not know a fairymaid when you see one?” He said.

He leaned forward. His proximity to the radiant figure’s power caused his hair to billow, yellow sparks running coruscating along the locks. He either did not know or did not care that it was occurring. Rather than backing away to a safe distance, he leaned closer to the motionless mass of power. Slowly he extended a finger.

“Don’t touch her,” Rustle warned.

Eddy pulled his hand back.

“Why should I not?”

“You don’t know who or what she is! All you know is that this place was built to lock her inside.”

“… How do we know this?”

“Because she can’t cross this line. Here on the ceiling and floor. And because the door was locked. Pay attention, Eddy!”

He scratched his head, but looped around her to join Eddy at the perimeter.

“It is not always a dangerous person who is in a prison, Rustle. Mira says they have stories on the surface about princesses in towers. And people like us rescue them. And when I was growing, father would tell me about mermaids who were trapped in shallow pools for the entertainment of bad people. Do you have those stories?”

“… We have stories of fairies trapped in jars. Fairies used to power spells. Mostly we have stories of fairies being… collected.”

“So maybe this is one of those stories.”

“Or maybe it is the story of a terrible witch who the heroes couldn’t defeat, so they locked her away.”

Eddy nodded. “It could be many stories…”

He crossed his arms and watched the being as it remained motionless but for the pulse of its glow. He flicked the edge of his tail fin in little circles. Had he toes, he would be tapping them impatiently.

“What are you doing, please?” he called.

The eyes opened and fixed upon him again. Words flowed once more.

“A heartbeat… I feel it… The Great Ancient…”

“What is this, the Great Ancient? And also the thieves. The tablet my friend found mentioned thieves.”

“What!? You didn’t tell me that!” Rustle said.

“You would have said we should not say the words after that,” Eddy explained.

“And I would have been right!” He darted up to Eddy’s face. “This is even more of your fault than before!”

The words continued. “You come from Barnacle…”

“I do! My sister, my father, my mother, and theirs and theirs and theirs. Always from Barnacle.”

“It would be a fine prison for it… the depths near Barnacle… Has the ground been shaking?”

“Yes!” Eddy said in fascination.

He started to drift forward again, but Rustle buzzed forward and urged him back behind the safety of the line.

“Very much the ground has been shaking. Always some, but now very much! How do you know this?”

“The tale is told…”

The figure turned and raised her hands to the carving. She swam toward the barrier, and up toward the ceiling. The carved chains pulsed with power, but now, the pulsing glow spread outward. Perhaps it was an enchantment of the chamber itself, or some spell cast by the mysterious being, but the carving slowly began to shift and churn. Like a shadow play, the carvings moved and flowed, acting out the tale they’d been carved to represent.

Two brilliant glimmers appeared at either end of the domed roof, so small they at first had escaped notice. One shone yellow, the other blue. They looped and fluttered in place, sending out waves of like-colored light. The light danced and shimmered along the ceiling, until finally two waves of opposing light met in the center with a crack and clash. The two points drifted toward center and met where their light had. First the blue pulse. Then the gold. Then the blue more brightly, then the gold brighter still. Without words, it told the story of two figures testing themselves against one another.

The pulses continued until they were blinding, neither seeming to be any brighter than the other. No sign of which was stronger, gold or blue. So there came other acts. A blue spire conjured forth, curling up one side of the dome and down the other.

“That almost looks like Steep Mountain!” Eddy said excitedly.

A gold pool grew and spread, seeming to smooth away and burrow down into all that surrounded it.

“And that’s Deep Swell!” he cried, pointing enthusiastically.

“What are those things?” Rustle asked.

“Seamarks! Steep Mountain is… Wait. We watch the story first…”

Light of alternating colors now had shifted to forming complex and astonishing shapes. They were so intricate the detail seemed to fold in upon itself, never truly reaching an end. But each time some feat was concocted by one of the colors, the other matched it. Until finally, blue light wove and curled along the looping forms of the creature that dominated the background of the carving. The beast then moved, sliding along behind the details of the other lights and carvings until it came to rest behind the blue point.

There was a moment of stillness, then a faint gold haze pulsed, seemingly from everywhere along the dome. It moved like smoke, gathering into a brighter cloud behind the yellow point of light.

Eddy swam up to investigate.

“It is many small points. Like glowing dust…” Eddy said.

He recoiled backward as the massive, shifting behemoth surged across the carving and the cloud of yellow wafted toward it.

A new clash, infinitely more violent than what had been illustrated before, played out across the dome. Everything that had been created or depicted to this point served as little more than dry grass to be trampled by the behemoth and the haze of light. The tower Eddy called Steep Mountain fractured and tumbled. The magnificent shapes conjured in each color were wiped away. The destruction grew and spread, but there was no sign the battle would end.

Then came white light, the glowing figure of what Eddy had identified as the goddess Tria. Her many arms rose and with them rose a shimmering wall of white, completely encircling the battle. It continued to rage, sundering everything within the wall. Soon the actual temperature of the water around them began to rise. The water in front of the carving simmered, then boiled. Eddy finally retreated to a reasonable distance as the water at the top of the chamber entirely boiled away and, behind it, flames broiled and charred the stone, swallowing all else.

The flames died away. The golden haze was still now, tracing out chaotic, marbled lines across the walled section of carving. The massive behemoth lay motionless, though its eyes were still open. The figure of Tia waved her arms and the six attendants surrounding her whisked through the wall into the blackened wasteland beyond. The three mermen tugged at the limbs and tentacles of the beast, maneuvering it into the position of the original carving and forging the massive chains. The mermaids gathered the haze of golden light just as it began to churn again. The original points of yellow and blue drifted toward the wasteland, flaring to brightness once more, but Tria thrust her arms up and down. The chains pulsed again, and the lights were snuffed out.

With that, the glow of the wall faded, the blackness and char wafted into the water and dispersed, and the carving was as it was when they arrived. The glowing figure turned to them again.

“Do you understand…”

“I understand much,” Eddy said.

“I don’t understand very much at all, but what I do understand, I don’t like,” Rustle said.

“The tall thing. That was Steep Mountain. Very near to the center of the Crescent Sea. It reaches almost to the surface. The top is strange and sharp. It looks like from this story it was even taller, tall enough to be above the surface.”

“You mean like an island?”

“You call them islands. We call them mountains. I suppose this big creature—there is just one of it, so I guess that is the Great Ancient—broke the mountain. That is why there is the jagged top. And then Deep Swell. It is a very low, very flat area. That is the home of the great council. It is our capital.”

He squinted his eyes and gazed up toward the dome of the chamber.

“Steep Mountain was there. And Deep Swell was there… And all of that… fire happened all about here… That would be the Broken Fields. A very large place where the ground is sharp and pointy. Like broken glass. Does fire make glass?”

“I don’t know, Eddy, but we shouldn’t be wondering about that sort of thing while she is still here staring at us,” Rustle said.

Eddy looked to the glowing form, waiting patiently within her prison, watching them.

“You are right, Rustle.” He addressed the glowing figure. “Does fire make glass?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Rustle hissed.

“Fire turns sand to glass…” Came the reply. “And so it shall boil away the sea and turn the sand to glass again if you do not heed my words. In life, I was the mage Stuartia. Many of the feats depicted here are my own. My foe was the dread wizard Merantia. I can feel the heartbeat of the sea… I can feel the waning slumber of the Great Ancient. Each time it stirs, the land and sea shake. If it wakes… The sea will boil and burn…”

Rustle’s blood ran cold at the words of ill omen dripping into his thoughts. He saw images of ruin. This mysterious, freshly discovered undersea world torn asunder. His own forest washed away by a wave sweeping in from the sea. He didn’t know if the images were the products of his own imagination, messages from Stuartia, or some horrid premonition. He turned to Eddy.

The merman’s eyes were twinkling, his face utterly dripping with raw excitement. He reached out and grabbed Rustle by the legs and shook him.

“Adventure, Rustle! Adventure!” Rustle raved.

He turned to Stuartia.

“What do we need to do, Great Mage!” he said, his posture straightening like a soldier preparing for orders.

“I cannot speak with certainty…” the deceased mage replied. “But if the Great Ancient stirs, then Merantia’s spirit must cling to this place as well. You must find it. You must do what can be done to end its influence, to shatter its will, to release its control over the Great Ancient. And you must do it quickly.”

Eddy looked about and swiftly set about collecting his things.

“Quickly, Rustle! We have a job to do! A call to adventure!”

The fairy attempted to form the words necessary to even attempt to convince Eddy to think it through, but the merman’s excitement was impenetrable. He grabbed his pick, gathered the spell book and both pieces of the glove Rustle had used to try to chisel him out. In a flash he was fully equipped and ready to go. He streaked by Rustle, who barely had time to grab his flowing hair as he swept past.

“Eddy! Eddy please, wait!” Rustle called.

“We know the way the Broken Fields were made, Rustle! And how Steep Mountain and Deep Swell were made. I’ve never heard those stories! And we are going to save the day! A good mage and an evil one. A mission to save the world. It will be the greatest story. A story to tell children for the rest of forever!” He glanced back at the fairy entangled in his hair. “They will write songs about us, Rustle!”

“Fairies don’t do this sort of thing alone. We should get help!”

“You aren’t alone. We are together! It is the two of us. A team! And we cannot get help. We cannot leave until the water is high enough. At least, I cannot.”

“Fine. Fairies don’t do this sort of thing at all.”

“Neither do mermen. But we do now! We are the first. Except for maybe the merman attendants of Tria. And they did not even have their own names. They were just Tria’s Left Hands!”

“But what are we supposed to do?”

“This is our story. We decide what we do. Think of what we’ve done. You are curious about things you don’t know, and you find me, able to show you so much you don’t know. And I am curious to find people who can teach me things as well, and I find you, able to teach me so much I don’t know. I show you the place I spend all my time, and you find something new! We venture to that place, and you find something amazing! You freeze me to a wall, and I wake to find a mission to save the sea! It is all falling into place, Rustle. It is our adventure. Whatever happens, Rustle and Eddy can do what needs to be done! And this next piece is easy. We find the other wizard. You found this one. Just look for the same.”

“I don’t know, Eddy…”

“Neither do I! Let us find out together!”

#rustle and eddy #merman #fairy #the book of deacon

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preciousrichard-blog · 8 years ago

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Second Thoughts, Second Chances (Sniper/Spy)

Chapter 7: Whiskey Sour

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9419246/chapters/22282649

Rating: Teen+

Chapter Summary: Sniper learns that in a relationship, one has to give as much as he takes, even if he’s pretty bad at it.

"I thought we agreed to be professional." Sniper mumbled into his scope.

The BLU spy was kneeling on the crate behind him, leaning over his side with gloved hands comfortably resting on the taller man's shoulders. He was watching him fire shots out of a broken section of wall just above the central point.

"Pardon my interest in your work." Spy retorted sarcastically, "I’ve just slaughtered your unholy pyro and that insufferable boy. Is it a crime to catch my breath?"

"We're right above the bloody point." Sniper snorted and fired, "Someone's gonna notice you're up here."

"Would you prefer I kill you too?" Spy hummed thoughtfully, "Because I have no quarrels if that is what you want."

Sniper reloaded, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting under Spy's grasp. The spy fingered at the rippling under his clothes and squeezed softly, making the Aussie tense.

"Quit that would ya?" He ordered, embarrassed by the intimacy, "Yer makin' it harder to aim."

Spy sneered at him, raising his chin and releasing him at once. "Very well. I will take my leave." He huffed, mildly annoyed. "But the next time you see me, I won't be so easy on you." The dark of seriousness tinted his voice, and the sniper shivered.

Sniper turned his head to watch him leave. It was clear he'd struck a nerve. He wanted to say something before the spy went out of his way to make his work harder for it, but he couldn't think of any words to say. He sighed as Spy quickly vanished- too late now to correct anything. He slouched; he'd known the other for a long time now, but somehow being so personal with him felt like completely new territory. He meant well, he really did, but there was nothing more unnerving to him than being out in the open. As little as Sniper protested to the Frenchman's affections, and as much as he unconsciously enjoyed them, he wasn't willing to let him hang around too closely at work. He wasn't that kind of risk taker.

Two weeks passed since he agreed to start seeing the Spy. Sniper had expected him to steal away passionate kisses in dark corners or recite horrible poetic verses of infatuation by this point. He assumed the French followed the rules of all those horrible romantic dramas, but for the most part nothing had changed. Sure the spy gave him the occasional curt kiss or compliment, but those things Sniper handled well. He concluded that Spy had taken his request for slowness to heart, but something felt missing about it all. He shook it off with a sobering sound and got back to work.

He'll be back soon enough to kill me, he thought, firing out of the splintered, broken wall, it's just like a game. He squinted. A morbid, bloody fucked up game. He sighed again, looking down at his kukri beside him. It would all become normal soon enough. Of course, within the hour he was stepping out of RED's respawn and rubbing his hands into his face in frustration. He’d been so distracted with a nearby BLU engineer attempting to set up a teleporter behind his lines that he didn't even think Spy would strike. The mongrel always had impeccable timing. He was always watching, and always where you didn't want him to be.

Last Thursday had been a difficult day for the both of them. That day Sniper had seen the spy during the last few minutes of the last daily match. He'd caught him creeping up from behind that time, and as the instinct for survival dictates, they had a scuffle. Neither of them yielded as they fought for dominance over the situation, two men of pride and deadly skill battling for control. In the end, Sniper had grabbed Spy by the suit and thrust his kukri forward, only to recoil when he felt the flow of warm blood run down his hands. He saw the pale shock on the other's face and released him. He'd stepped back, and his blade was wedged into Spy's stomach. He could only witness as the man collapsed to his knees, hands fixed on the metal he did not have the power to remove. Sniper had panicked then, apologizing and dragging Spy up against the wall as he died. He threw off his hat and glasses in haste and fumbled with his hands on the others wounded body, unsure of just how to help. But the spy had reached up weakly to still his frantic hands. He'd stopped him and told him to remove the knife from his mangled innards. Blood poured from his mouth as he told him not to worry. It's only business, he assured him before he died, I'll be back.

The evening after, Sniper found he couldn't eat, and couldn't sleep. Somehow even after all the times he'd used his kukri to end the blue Frenchman's life, that afternoon was different. That afternoon he’d really paid attention to the gruesome details for an unknown reason. He was the first to rush out of battlements the following Friday morning, and finally found relief when he'd seen Spy alive and well through his scope. He didn't shoot him that time; he told himself it was for the sake of being polite.

Spy's ways of separating his work persona from his private self were significantly more advanced than Sniper's own. The man could be kissing him one moment then acting like violent lifelong rivals the next. But he always came slinking back seeking affectionate company, and Sniper always let him. For someone whose job it was to conceal himself Spy was not adept at hiding his obvious soft spot for the reserved and awkward sniper now that he'd admitted to having it. The once sarcastic and severe French ponce had become a significantly more expressive, excitable, and sentimental French ponce. Even the socially inept sniper could spot the subtle changes he seemed to be bringing about in the man, and he could admit it made him feel special.

It was another week now, totaling three since they'd paired up. Spy was standing with his arms crossed, looking annoyed at a packing Sniper in his tower roost.

"What’d’ya mean I don't kiss ya?" Sniper asked, genuinely confused.

The spy looked down his nose at the other, "Name one time you've kissed me since our rendezvous in the storeroom." He frowned.

"What're you on about?" Sniper defended, "I kiss ya back every time!" He grew pink. He couldn't believe the words he was having to say.

"Returning a kiss is not the same." Spy frowned harder, "It's been a month. I'm beginning to think you aren't actually interested in me."

Sniper bristled, "Now wait just a bloody second..."

"Perhaps you aren't interested in men at all." Spy grieved, sounding upset.

"Are you havin' a laugh?" Sniper tensed, forcing his voice to a harsh whisper, "That's the only reason I can do this at all!"

"Do what?"

"This!" Sniper gestured broadly between them, then relented and slouched back into a bench behind him. "It's just- I've never- Gah, you bastard I'm still gettin' used to it's all!" He rubbed his face.

"You've never done this before?" Spy asked gently from beside him.

Sniper turned away, he didn't answer, and he wouldn't. Spy took a seat beside him and Sniper looked anywhere but his direction. The spy scooted over flush against his hip and shoulder, and the Aussie grunted dismissively at him, feeling hot. When Spy put his hand on the other's thigh the Australian just wanted to hop over the railing and let respawn carry him away on impact with the ground. He really considered it.

"But you do want this non?" Spy asked him seriously, and despite Sniper's silence he continued, "I want to show you, you know... But you must give me something to work with."

Spy grew less confident in Sniper's desire to try with every passing second of silence, that is, until Sniper turned to face him with the same look he gave a particularly important target on the battlefield. Spy's eyes grew wide, blinking curiously as the Australian stared him down with a burning fire. When the sniper leaned in with tilted head and focused gaze, Spy's heart almost fluttered away. Ah of course... He thought as Sniper pressed his lips into Spy's with a purposeful gentleness, I should have known. They closed their eyes at the fleeting pressure against their skin, and Sniper took what he could with a slow firmness that embodied his determination to succeed without a single word.

When they separated, the fire had calmed into an interested flickering, "What else should I do?" Sniper rasped.

Spy let his eyes open slowly, contentedly, "Whatever feels right."

The sniper lifted his hand and Spy could see it falter as it wondered where to go. It settled slowly on top of the hand the spy held on the Aussie's slender leg. Warmth seeped through the black fabric into Spy's skin, and he was astonished with how moved he was at such a simple gesture. When he looked back up at Sniper, he'd been waiting for him to meet his gaze.

They shared a silence, and Spy broke it with a playful smirk. "You're a natural."

More days passed with the usual mundane warring, and Sniper was beginning to get the hang of his unique relationship with the BLU spy. He was beginning not to think so much about the blood and the gore, accepting it as merely temporary effect rather than ultimatum. Of course it would still be a short while until seeing the Frenchman's innards stopped making him queasy. But the temperature was rising and the snows became rains across the mountains and valleys. He'd since moved his belongings back into his camper, and soon enough he'd be on his way to setting up a camp site. Everyone seemed to be performing better at work, and Sniper was making an effort to perform better at being a lover. He found he couldn't fail as long as he did something. Be it touching Spy's head when he'd rest his chin on his shoulder, or idly patting and nudging him when they spoke, almost everything made the blue scoundrel purr. Today however, the spy was anything but pleased. He paced the floor relentlessly after gathering a streak of kills he didn't even appear happy about. The RED team was left in pieces after he'd rampaged through them on a big push with his butterfly knife in the air. Sniper had been impressed, but Spy clearly didn't care.

"You're startin' to get distractin' ya hot-footed wallaby." Sniper mumbled to him as he shot down the enemy sniper running out of BLU spawn.

"I am not one of your bush rabbits." Spy spat back, never stopping his stride and furiously smoking like a chimney.

"Should I say frog then?" He smiled slyly to himself, reloading as a casing clattered across his feet.

"Oh shut up." Spy sneered, unamused.

"Alright," Sniper interjected, "What's wrong?" He lowered his rifle and pulled back to get a clear look behind him. He arched his eyebrows at the temperamental foot tapping nature of the spy.

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong. What makes you say that?" Spy replied disinterestedly.

"You look...." Sniper chose his words carefully, "Troubled."

Spy gave him a stern look, but caved at the concerned expression plastered over the Australian's features. "Perhaps." He admitted, pressing his fingers into his temple.

"D’you know what? You look like you could use a drink mate." He nodded, pleased with his analysis.

"Really Bushman that sounds..." Spy rolled his eyes, but stopped as if to ponder before returning his attention, "Rather nice actually."

"Yeah?" He lit up, "I know a bar right nearby."

That evening they arrived in Spy's car at his insistence. It was a fancy, shiny little thing that Sniper had been anxious to so much as scuff with his boots. The spy had his reservations about Sniper's taste in locale, but at least he could now depend upon the slow burn of alcohol to sooth him. His frayed nerves detested the rural, back woods look of the establishment, but for the sake of a hard drink he let it slide. The lighted sign read "Alpine Tavern" and boasted beer, ales, wines, liquors, and cocktails beneath. Sniper came off as right at home when they'd gone in, and as endearing as Spy found that chipper attitude, nothing could shake him from recoiling in disgust at the dark and stuffy interior.

Sniper was certainly feeling in his element visiting a place he actually frequented since they'd been stationed in the town just a few months back. He even recognized some of the faces out of the handful of patrons. He felt very in-control of the situation until some of those faces noticed his guest, and began to stare. He remembered then that a man in a tailored suit and mask was an oddity in a town of mountaineers and craft makers. He tried to ignore the attention the best he could, but Spy exuded such a powerful atmosphere that even Sniper found himself ordering scotch over his usual beer in response to the other's whiskey sour. The sniper tried to act like he couldn't notice any looks the bartender was giving him, knowing it was obvious that his company came off as someone important.

Despite the scrutiny, they talked of teammates and personal lives under the jukebox music. Sniper reminisced about Adelaide and Spy vaguely described his youth spent riding his bicycle along Paris streets. Spy was amazed to find, when admitting he played piano, that Sniper played the tenor saxophone. After the first drink Spy was poking fun at the red argyle sweater vest Sniper had worn out that night, and the sniper retaliated with a quip about wearing a suit to a small town bar. They jabbed back and forth, about prissy car this and filthy outback that, the use of truth serum cigarettes, the insane requirements of their contracts and the like. Spy was finally loosening up, and it was beginning to show. About three drinks later their conversations were devolving into the slander of their particularly bothersome rivals. They both laughed rather hard as they dug at the RED spy's good name in unanimous distaste. Spy had quite a bit to say about him, but Spy had quite a bit to say about most things once you got him started.

The BLU looked over at a small ruckus happening beside a pool table and game of darts. He was stricken with a slightly drunken idea that curled his lips into a mischievous grin. Sniper knew the look, he'd seen it about a hundred times or more, and his first instinct was to deny whatever Spy was thinking before he even said it.

"Don't." He warned, nursing his drink.

"Hear me out first cher." Spy smiled, zeroing in on the dart board.

"Did you just call me a chair? Look, whatever you're thinkin', don't think it."

"You're a skilled marksman aren't you?"

"You're damn well right I am."

"Are you just as accurate with darts?"

"Why…?"

Sniper wasn't sure how he'd gotten roped into it, but soon enough he was taking part in hustling a group of big looking guys in a game of darts. Spy played the wingman, convincing the men so easily that the sniper was a novice that even Sniper himself questioned if he believed it. He played into the gimmick, too deep in the ruse to back out now. He played terribly -by his own standards- for the first go, and then absolutely buggered it on the next. By the time the half drunken crowd had reached stakes upwards of a thousand dollars total in wagers, Spy gave the Aussie the go-ahead and the real attempts began.

"No way this'll work." Sniper whispered to the spy as they stood to the side.

"Just make it convincing." Spy smiled, downing what was left in his cup.

"Is that your fourth drink?"

"It might be my fifth."

"Crikey." Sniper shook his head, whatever had been bothering the spy must have been something.

Somehow, despite the pressure to underperform believably, the rest of the rounds went surprisingly smoothly. Spy played off Sniper's increasing skill at a distance with some lie about far-sightedness, and the men were resentfully convinced, laying down their lost wagers. Spy hummed happily as he counted up the cash in his fingers and Sniper approached him with an air of complete disbelief.

"Bloody hell." He scratched at his neck.

"Mh-hmm."

"A whole thousand?"

"Indeed."

"I almost feel bad."

"Why? Because a herd of reckless gamblers took a risk?"

"I said almost." Sniper smirked, and Spy looked at him with a hazy gaze and smiled back.

Spy pressed the stack of bills into the Aussie's chest, and he reflexively grabbed them, holding them with a confused look. The Spy took a seat and rested his arm against the bar counter, and Sniper looked down at the money.

"That is yours." Spy smiled, head lulling slightly to the side.

Sniper looked around, then at Spy. "At least take half." He whispered, feeling impolite.

"That's quite sweet of you, but my reward is the thrill."

"I really don't need this."

"Honestly Sniper you misunderstand why I play these games."

A voice bellowed from behind the two, grizzly and accusing. "So you call this guy the 'sniper' huh?" The pair turned to find a burly man and two of his friends close by. "Red n' blue eh? You wouldn't be them mercenaries we been hearin' about up north would ya?"

"I believe you have us confused with someone else gentlemen." Spy offered coolly, unperturbed.

"Yeah? Well I believe you two are a couple a' no-good merc scum playing me n' my friends here out of our money."

"It's just a game lads." Sniper reasoned, "We don't want any trouble."

"Hustlin's askin' for trouble chief." The mountain man growled, drawing nearer and covered by his two large friends.

Sniper backed up as the group began to corner him; his eyes flickered back and forth looking for a way to slip by. He suddenly remembered the drunken Spy and turned so he could motion him to escape, but he found the Frenchman was gone.

Bloody- you've got to be kidding me! Sniper seethed.

Spy had slipped away and run. Sniper bristled; he should have known those slimy backstabbing pikers couldn't be trusted. Even after a month of being sweet on him, he had the nerve to hang the Aussie out to dry like this. He should have known he'd never change, in the end spies only cared about themselves. He turned, furious, and widened his stance. These guys were big but they were no Australians. He really wished he'd brought his kukri all the same however, because a three on one bare knuckle brawl was hardly fair. He raised his forearms in front of himself as the burliest of the three lunged toward him, ducking past one punch and leaning away from the next. Sniper made a grab for the incoming blow and used the hefty man's forward momentum to twist his arm and pull him down. He stumbled, thrown off balance just long enough for the lanky Aussie to put even more space between himself and his assailants. He was panting, heart racing, he never liked bar fights, and he knew there was no way he could win. The burliest man stood back up to his feet, and they all spat colorful curses while plowing forward once again. One of the shorter men behind the clear pack leader suddenly screamed and fell to his knees, drawing the other two's attention. He fell onto his face, and Spy stood over the gaping bloody wound in his back.

"Pardon me." Spy said wickedly, brandishing a bloody balisong.

The two men gawked, stricken by the very much dead corpse of their friend on the ground. Sniper gawked with them, looking shocked and relieved at seeing the spy swooping quickly toward him.

"Time to go." Spy commanded as he pulled the Aussie's arm with an astonishing amount of strength Sniper often forgot he had.

They were running through an open back door and getting into Spy's car before the two other men could deduce where they'd gone. Sniper realized the engine was already running when they got in; Spy had preemptively slipped away to create an escape path. The sniper didn't even have time to process all of it before he noticed the men piling out of the back door behind them in the side view mirror, now joined by a couple others who witnessed the murder at the bar. He opened his mouth to tell Spy to floor it but was quickly jostled in his seat as they peeled out of the parking lot and down the dark hilly road. He gripped for dear life at the armrest and door handle as the fast little car maneuvered the curving street.

"You're gonna kill us sooner'n they are!" Sniper yelled at him, seeing the headlights of two other cars pull out of the distant bar.

"Oh calm down Bushman," Spy scoffed, pressed back into his seat and focusing as hard as he drunkenly could on the road, "no need to yell."

Sniper was turned around in the passenger's seat keeping an eye on the distant lights. He was knocked onto his backside by a harsh turn that Spy wheeled into hard, causing the tires to screech and the car to carry sideways around the bend. Sniper thought he could see his life flashing before his eyes; there was no way respawn computers reached out that far if this killed him. He suddenly realized he was screaming and his glasses fell from his face. The car turned again and once more he was knocked back, pressed into the door as they slipped into a dark and gravelly roadway. Sniper willed himself to stop his screaming when the car began to slow along the rocky path, and once they were deep into the trees, Spy stopped them and turned off the engine. Sniper looked at him with horrified, wild eyes in the darkness.

"Are you quite finished?" Spy asked him, resting an arm on the wheel.

Sniper panted, eyes flickering all over the other's person before focusing again. He didn't speak, but nodded and sank like a melting snowman into his seat. Spy watched him curiously, and they both stilled with anticipation as the sound of two cars speeding past them echoed through the silent alpine forest. When the rumbles of the engines were long gone, Spy let his hands fall into his lap and his head rest tiredly against the seat.

"Did you have to stab him?" Sniper finally said between tired breaths.

"Hm?" Spy turned his head languidly, "Is that even a question? It's what I do."

"You just made 'em angrier!" Sniper huffed.

"Oh do excuse me for saving us monsieur how rude of me. Next time shall I leave you to handle things yourself?"

Sniper's heart clenched. He'd assumed the spy had left him there at the bar to fend for himself. He misjudged him unfairly only to be proven very wrong. In the end Spy was taking every measure to assure they could escape unharmed.

"No... No, you're right." Sniper sighed, guilt once again burdening him over his hastiness to react. "Thank you. You saved my arse… Even if it was your bleedin’ lies that pissed ‘em off."

He looked up at the shuffling sound of clothes and Spy was there edging up close to his face. Sniper's heart shivered and he half closed his eyes, knowing what was happening. They kissed, and Spy crawled over his seat all the while to press in closer. Sniper felt hot after all the excitement, and the energy made him grip at the man and pull him in without much thought. He parted his lips and Spy nibbled and sucked, breath thick with liquor and chin course with stubble. Sniper returned every motion, every nip and tug and slow taste. Spy pushed further then, pressing the sniper into his seat. The Aussie held on to the door handle to stabilize himself as his whole body was overwhelmed with Spy's invading presence. Spy worked his mouth open, and in a scotch-induced haze Sniper allowed him to. He screwed his eyes shut at the slick hot sensation of Spy's tongue entering his mouth, pressing against his own tongue and gently laving over it. He felt heavy, blurry, tingly all over, and experimentally teased back, inspiring Spy's hands to begin pulling at the Sniper's shirt and buttons.

He was washed away now, even when Spy slid his tongue out from between his lips, even when he felt cool air touch his chest. He sighed a shuddering breath as Spy ducked down and suddenly there were warm kisses being pressed into his neck. Spy hummed and Sniper made a strangled type of noise at the way it all surged through him at once.

"You're devastating, cher..." Spy slurred from below his jaw, hands roaming Sniper's sides.

"You keep callin' me a chair." Sniper said, furrowing his eyebrows at the clearly drunken man.

Spy stopped then, and Sniper wondered if he'd said something wrong. But then the man quivered, and after a moment the Aussie could hear the quick hitches of his breath. He was laughing.

Sniper rubbed his hand into his tired eyes, and sighed. "Bloody hell you’re full."

"An interesting choice of words." Spy mused as he returned to lavishing the Aussie's neck, pulling a surprised throaty sound from him.

Sniper squirmed and tensed at every petting stroke and wet kiss. His mind suddenly caught up with him in the fog of passion and he was hyper aware of every motion. The position of Spy's pelvis pressing into his leg made him freeze. He shifted, trying to pull his body further away but the enthusiastic spy only took it as an invitation to explore his middle. He panicked; not only did he not know the first thing to do and risked looking like a thirty-some year old virgin, but he could think of a hundred better places and times to do this. He could feel heat pooling in his stomach and he felt the anxiety force air into his lungs.

"Slow down…" He was suddenly pleading. "Wait!"

Spy stilled, his fingers hooked into the waist of Sniper's pants. He looked up at him with a pitiful disbelieving expression. They stared at each other, and slowly Spy pulled away. Sniper sat up, it's not that he didn't want to offer the man what he wanted, it's that he simply couldn't mentally bring himself to. It was terrifying even if it thrilled him. Sniper just wasn't that kind of risk taker. He caught his breath, finding his glasses in the dark and slipping them onto his face again. He didn't need them to see, but rather to hide. He looked at the spy who had shrunk back into the driver’s seat, gripping at his own arm hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

"Spy?" Sniper called quietly, making out the upset look on his face.

"How long will you make me wait?" Spy asked him, voice slurred with a mix of European accent and bourbon.

Sniper felt yet another pang of guilt. It was true, he'd put off getting intimate in any way simply because he wasn't sure how. He felt like a coward. "Just... A little longer." He voiced quietly, feeling ashamed of himself.

"Do I not excite you?" Spy whined, the alcohol coaxing out his deeper confessions.

With a sympathetic expression, Sniper gathered his nerves and eased across toward the disheveled spy. "That's not it..." He used the most reassuring voice he could muster for a ruthless assassin, "Yer drunk, ya crazy spook. A quick naughty in yer bloody car ain't exactly romantic."

Spy looked up at him with eyes that sought out the comfort the other was offering. Sniper wasn’t one to care for romanticism, but he wasn’t keen on doing anything crammed into a small car.

"Ain't that what yer all about?" Sniper smiled softly.

Spy stared at him, and Sniper was sure the look he was giving meant that he'd made a good enough point. He felt responsible now, for the way Spy nearly curled up in on himself at being denied his search for passion. He awkwardly crawled closer, all long limbs and cramped movements, and pulled the man toward him by the arms. Spy gave in to the force and allowed himself to be tugged into several kisses upon his exposed face and a slow embrace. He felt drained and smitten, stable and off-center all at once. Sniper held him even after, and the warmth of his body seeped into the drowsy Frenchman's bones.

"A hotel." Spy mumbled into the other's shoulder, and Sniper shifted his head curiously. "Next time, a hotel. With a proper bed."

Sniper blinked, processing, before chuckling rather nervously. He couldn't lie to himself; the bastard was charming like this. But now he couldn't keep running, this was a battle he'd face head-on. He wondered if this was the cause behind Spy's troubled mood. With the sad and complacent Frenchman sighing into his chest he knew it was his responsibility to take it seriously. Perhaps he was not as steel-willed and accustomed as he let on, perhaps the man was just as frightened of all this as he was.

#tf2 #sniperspy #sniper/spy #down undercover #Team Fortress 2 #fanfiction #chapter 7 is live folks!

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sassenachiniona · 8 years ago

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Holyrood Palace and Holyrood Park

Monday, March 6th

I walked down the Royal Mile to Holyrood Palace. It was a grey morning but the air was fresh and not that cold. This palace is still used as a Royal Residence during the summer. The Palace is a straight walk down the Royal Mile from Edinburgh Castle. Walking down the Mile was a gradual transition from bustling City Centre to smaller shops and eventually residences. Then you see rounded towers and national flags and you know you’ve arrived. The Parliament House is adjacent with sharply contrasting architecture. A very modern building with serene pools of water and smooth, curved siding. Rising up behind both buildings are towering craigs blanketed with green. The air seemed clean and peaceful and every so often the sun kept peaking out behind the grey clouds.

Holyrood was not the most splendid palace I’ve seen. The gilded halls of Versailles are hard to beat. However, what I loved about it was the cozy, lived in, grounded feeling that it had. It may not have been gilded but it certainly had a feeling of beautiful, simple, utilitarianism - like the architects, decorators, and residents really did live and work there. Versailles and even Buckingham Palace may have outdone it in gilded halls, bright colors, and cavernous rooms but none of those places seem real to me. Perhaps it’s just because I’m a peasant but it seems impossible for people to really live in a place filled with grandiose, manicured pretense. Holyrood seems to embody Scotland. Scotland’s people, cities and towns, houses, the land itself all contain a realness that rises above pretense. The Palace kept that feeling in it’s structure, as if in it’s foundation. Because Holyrood keeps the integrity of it’s people and the land it represents, it is fit for a Queen.

Once you walk through the Palace, you are led to the ruins of the Abbey. I gasped audibly when I laid eyes on my favorite combination of moss-covered stone, towering gothic arches, and the whispers of spirits. My mood lifted as soon as I walked from curated tours into the remains of sacred halls. There was no roof and no glass allowing birds to swoop in and out. There was a wild feeling, like nature is slowly reclaiming and re-sanctifying this space. It was such a stark contrast to the dark timbers and orderly progression of the Palace. It was slightly damp as it had rained earlier that day and it was looking rather grey but instead of dampening the experience, it added to the ambience. I had been itching to stay outside and this was the perfect introduction to the rest of my day.

Climbing to the top of Arthur’s Seat was high on my list of things to do in Edinburgh. I had lots of feelings that I was processing - someone made me feel self conscious for expressing my thoughts and opinions in casual conversation the night before. I felt silenced and shamed for being an intelligent, well-spoken, and altogether interesting individual. This wasn’t the first time, in fact, it is altogether too common an experience for myself and women all over the world. “Sit down and let the men speak now”, “you’re too intense, you’re too liberal, you’re too opinionated, you’re being loud and obnoxious and that isn’t lady like” Well I’m not here to make people comfortable with my existence. Nor I am here to apologize for the space that I take up nor will I shrink myself for anyone’s convenience. I am here on this earth to help change the world and no person will ever silence me again.

With all these thoughts tumbling around my head, I began climbing the mountain. Steep, rough paths became scaling up and down sheer rock faces and muddy trails. Still, I climbed higher and higher, picking paths almost at random letting the joy of exertion, the wind through my hair, and the sun on my skin propel me forward at a fast pace. Forward and up with the utmost confidence and assuredness in my ability. Not once did I wonder if I was unable to do this. Not once did I turn around because it was too hard. It was vitality in it’s purest form. If I slipped, my body reacted instinctively to catch myself and not once did I fall. I reached the top and was rewarded with panoramic views of the city, the mountains beyond, and the ocean. I stayed up there for an undetermined length of time and soaked it all up. Just to add to my existence’s validity, a beautiful dog who “doesn’t usually like people” became my best friend and was quite concerned that I was walking away from her and her human. Besides climbing a mountain and feeling everything so acutely that you know you are alive, there are few things more affirming that a dog bounding up to you to give you love.

Climbing down proved just as perfect. I went down a different path than I had gone up and at one point lowered myself down a rock face by wedging my arms on either side of the crevice and slowly shimmying myself down. I walked off that mountain more inspired and sure of myself than any college or training program could have ever made me.

Since it’s on my mind, I’ll add this: To all the people questioning my ability to get through law school because of my liberal arts degree, you best believe that I’ll recall this feeling while applying to law schools, receiving my J.D., and while working on changing the way the vulnerable are treated in my country. This adventure through Scotland has only made me more determined and sure of what I’m meant to do. My intensity and my brilliance will be used to do good in this world and change the policies that threaten our wellbeing.

#travel #scotland #personal #holyrood #royal mile #edinburgh

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forbessierra95 · 4 years ago

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