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knights_say_nih) wrote2006-05-10 11:04 pm
knights_say_nih) wrote2006-05-10 11:04 pm
Family Affairs
Fic:
How Random became one of the only male Amberites not to go slipping into his sisters bed. Or just sister, period. Rated R for the pain that is Amber's incestuous royal family.
“And how have you been Random?”
Llewella’s voice was as steady, pleasant, lilting as ever, and her hands were steady as she poured the scotch. Single malt. Neat. The way Random liked it. His smile in return was grateful, and it widened when he took his first sip of the drink.
“Well enough thanks. Yourself?”
Someone walked by the door holding a candle, and the light caught her hair, suddenly making it shine green, she smiled, and in that moment two thoughts flitted through Random’s mind, neither of them showing on his face.
The first was; She is beautiful.
The second; I could bed her here and now and no one would care to stop us.
The fact that his eyes widened slightly, despite himself, was hidden as he turned on his seat to toss an apparently annoying throw pillow out of his way, though in truth it hadn’t been causing him overly large amounts of difficulty.
The thought, now given birth, lingered. Because just last night he’d thought he was lonely and just last night he’d wondered about going to Texorami to find someone willing and just last night he’d seen Fiona and Julian stealing kisses in the garden as though they were teenagers again.
When he turned back to look at his sister- the word now sending a faint feeling of unease through him, it was with an appraising eye. She was undeniably lovely. Her hair was long and shone green in the lamp light. Her throat was thin and the angle of her head was graceful. Her hands were elegant and her breasts…
I could bed her now and have her forever.
Someone forever to have and---
---“Are you listening to me?”
“Sorry, Llewella, just thinking.”
His eyes, which had never really flicked downwards, simply shut because that was easier than looking up and admitting where his gaze had been.
Past the faintly sickening, slightly dizzy thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to be, there was relief, because though there was a rush of defiance there wasn’t arousal and though defiance wasn’t precisely safe it wasn’t uncontrollable. Safe, in a way the burning glances Corwin directed at Deirdre weren’t.
“About?”
Random swallowed once more, and then looked up.
“Family affairs.”
How Random became one of the only male Amberites not to go slipping into his sisters bed. Or just sister, period. Rated R for the pain that is Amber's incestuous royal family.
“And how have you been Random?”
Llewella’s voice was as steady, pleasant, lilting as ever, and her hands were steady as she poured the scotch. Single malt. Neat. The way Random liked it. His smile in return was grateful, and it widened when he took his first sip of the drink.
“Well enough thanks. Yourself?”
Someone walked by the door holding a candle, and the light caught her hair, suddenly making it shine green, she smiled, and in that moment two thoughts flitted through Random’s mind, neither of them showing on his face.
The first was; She is beautiful.
The second; I could bed her here and now and no one would care to stop us.
The fact that his eyes widened slightly, despite himself, was hidden as he turned on his seat to toss an apparently annoying throw pillow out of his way, though in truth it hadn’t been causing him overly large amounts of difficulty.
The thought, now given birth, lingered. Because just last night he’d thought he was lonely and just last night he’d wondered about going to Texorami to find someone willing and just last night he’d seen Fiona and Julian stealing kisses in the garden as though they were teenagers again.
When he turned back to look at his sister- the word now sending a faint feeling of unease through him, it was with an appraising eye. She was undeniably lovely. Her hair was long and shone green in the lamp light. Her throat was thin and the angle of her head was graceful. Her hands were elegant and her breasts…
I could bed her now and have her forever.
Someone forever to have and---
---“Are you listening to me?”
“Sorry, Llewella, just thinking.”
His eyes, which had never really flicked downwards, simply shut because that was easier than looking up and admitting where his gaze had been.
Past the faintly sickening, slightly dizzy thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to be, there was relief, because though there was a rush of defiance there wasn’t arousal and though defiance wasn’t precisely safe it wasn’t uncontrollable. Safe, in a way the burning glances Corwin directed at Deirdre weren’t.
“About?”
Random swallowed once more, and then looked up.
“Family affairs.”
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Someone forever to have and---
- Safe, in a way the burning glances Corwin directed at Deirdre weren’t.
Favourite lines. Especially the last. I liked the reference to Jules and Fi, but that line? My favourite.
Well done!
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