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[52] Fanfic: Velgarth/Valdemar OC/OC 10Prompts: Clouds Above the Water
Title: Clouds Above the Water
Fandom: Mercedes Lackey’s Velgarth world [better known from the Heralds of Valdemar series]
Character/Pairing[s]: OC/OC
Theme/Prompt: #03 Living (10 Prompts Table)
Rating: PG-13 [for brief glossing over of sexual situations]
Warnings: Male/male relationships, bit of sap
Summary: Morning with the bodyguard of a prince of Ceejay and his passing thoughts.
Notes: Set in Ceejay, with which I've obviously had to take some artistic license with in my head so far.
They’ve lived in my head ever since I finished reading what was out from this series. Including Raith [herald] and Andres [bard], they’re the only loud muses I really have. Dreamwind is the loudest though, being super-protective of Ceron one minute, then arguing loud as he can with his prince over the most trivial things.

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On waking, the first thing that registered in his mind was the cool breeze sweeping through the spacious room, the low crackle of the fire in the hearth as it dawned on him that he’d probably slept in. Joints in slightly cramped limbs popped quietly as he sat up, bedcovers falling away from his naked chest. A glance to the side showed that the space was empty, only rumpled sheets betraying the sign that anyone else had been in there with him.

A quick look around the room revealed the window slightly ajar, the stiff autumn breeze making it swing a little. Dreamwind shivered and pulled the quilt higher over his arms, contemplating either getting up or going back to sleep until it was time for lunch or Ceron came to get him himself. The prince in question was no doubt already in the library, perusing the collection of new encyclopaedias ordered from Velvar and probably the equally new set of Jkathan legends. Both had arrived early in the evening, only the promise of after-dinner delights in the form of a warm room and the even warmer arms of his lover enough to distract Ceron from immediately immersing himself in his much eagerly anticipated new books.

Sighing to himself at the thought of another day spent watching over his charge in the cloying confines of that room, where the disapproving stares of the librarians on his ever-present sword at his hip made his hands itch for action to take away the stifling atmosphere. Ceron knew perfectly well how his guard thought, possibly the reason he hadn’t bothered to rouse Dreamwind when he’d gotten up himself, even though the dark-haired man had never mentioned it to the prince. But asking his ashke to give up his love of reading was like asking him to stop making those soft, unconscious expressions whenever he found a truly interesting article or story, the ones that made Dreamwind sigh internally just a little bit and possibly not mind so much when the small, withered lady in the dark robe of senior librarian sniffed at him as she walked past, in the only expression of disdain she could bring herself to express.

Satisfied with the thought of standing unobserved and watching his lover thoroughly enjoying himself, he threw the rich cream covers from his body, letting the cool air kiss his skin as he stood and padded over the fleece rugs on the floor to the stand with his clothes from the day before. Throwing on his breeches quickly, his tunic carelessly draped over his shoulder, he picked up his boots and left the room, with a small, fond smile on his face as he looked back at the completely disturbed bed, the satisfying tangle being obviously more than one person could possibly make without assistance.