For Adrian, memory.
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yukieTITLE: Tempus est Certe
SERIES: Castlevania, and this is the 'proper' AU - namely, what ACTUALLY happened, as opposed to the cracky ancient rough fic which was I think spawned from an unpleasant dream Dracula had when he was hammered. XD He thought Isaac was basically a noisy brat and not much else until Isaac hit about twenty. BUT I DIGRESS!
PEOPLE: Adrian, Isaac and Hector
SUMMARY: A memory, and a good one. This is pure and utter fluff. Hopefully it makes up for the bad-end creepiness of the rough fic XD; I need to write the whole of what really happened with Isaac. To sum up - he and Hector arrived at the palace when Isaac was twelve and Hector almost eleven. Lisa promptly semi-adopted them, and it went from there.
RATING: Pfft, G. XD
NOTES: Isaac's song is 'Coro di Dea' from the Oh My Goddess! movie. And Adrian's book is a real one. XD
December 12, 1466 (6978 Byzantine)
Walachia
When Isaac ran ahead on a path in the winter he remained visible even from a distance. Shade or dreadful weather didn't do anything to dull the hue of his hair, and in the sun - as he was now - he wasn't possible to miss.
"Isaac?" Hector blinked. He glanced over at Adrian. "...did - you see what he's gone off after?"
"No," Adrian replied, amused. "It could be anything, really."
"...Of course, I'm not much better..."
"Well, you're still getting used to the changes this place brings about in people, too? I'll admit that I was very easily distracted by what I'd taken for ordinary things before, when I first started to...awaken, I guess you would say?"
"...Adrian, he's gone up a tree."
"Erm - " Adrian didn't know what else to say to that. Isaac was, indeed, up a tree. This wasn't really RARE - Hector had, when they were younger, declared that Isaac was probably made of cats somehow and Adrian was inclined to agree - but usually he didn't clamber up old apple trees in the dead of winter. It got cold here, much more than Isaac was really used to yet, and Adrian would have thought that Isaac would prefer to not risk cold air getting up into his coat and mantle. (Usually when it did this led to yowling.)
But there he was, waving his free arm (the left one, of course) madly, and Adrian could see that he had a sprig of something green in his hand.
"Mistletoe?" Hector said.
"Yes!" Isaac beamed at them.
"It's everywhere around here, really," Adrian said, smiling. "Something about the ground here, and the energy, seems to make it flourish wherever the birds leave a seed."
"Well, there are a lot of Paths here..." Isaac looked thoughtful. "That would explain why the trees are bloody enormous and the vineyard gets out of control every single year..." Those little hopping gremlins had their work cut out for them but they never seemed to mind.
Hector said, "Is mistletoe considered sacred where you're from too, Isaac?"
"Yes - oops. Dammit." Isaac dropped the sprig, and it landed end-down in the snow, resembling a tiny ridiculous tree.
Adrian's smile grew a bit. "Here as well. For love, vitality and fertility."
"Specifically gods'." Isaac had another sprig now. "Because of the berries, probably."
"What about the b--oh--Isaac you made that up right now just to make me blush." Hector started to laugh.
Isaac was giggling as well. "I did not! It really is!"
"He didn't make it up," Adrian assured Hector.
"...well, I guess it makes sense that some botanist in ancient times was as permanently amorous and dirty minded as Isaac is" - and here Hector blinked as a berry binked off his head - "hey, don't throw those at me, you!"
Isaac bounced another berry off Hector's head. "You're as bad as me, you just hide it better."
"I am not."
"You are so." Isaac pitched another berry. "Besides I learnt it from one of the monks my father knew, Brother Giovanni, so - bleh."
"Holy men can be dirty old men, too, just look at Ambrose."
"Oh, Hector! Do I have to?" Isaac whined. Then he glanced at Adrian and smiled.
Adrian hadn't been able to stop laughing since Isaac threw the berry. "You're ridiculous," he managed between fits of mirth. Adrian never laughed loudly, but Isaac had a way of getting him to the state of tearing up for suppressed giggling. "So is Hector but that's just because you encourage it."
"I'm evil," Isaac said, and did his best to look diabolical, which had the effect of making him resemble an impish kitten.
"You're batty." Hector threw a loosely-packed snowball at Isaac, who yelped and dropped out of the tree to avoid it. He landed in a crouch on all fours, a good amount of mistletoe sprigs clutched in his left hand. He did tilt left slightly upon landing (for his left wrist was weak and had been for ages, in spite of Lady Lisa and Lady Ornella's best efforts) but remained upright, and then looked up at Hector and Adrian triumphantly.
"Got some."
"Well, obviously, you're carrying practically half that bush. ...Is it a bush?" Hector blinked. "A bush up a tree? does that even make any sense at all? I think I'm using the wrong term. Isaac, am I?"
"I - I don't really know. Adrian, do you?"
Adrian shrugged, still smiling. "It could be?"
"It's shrubbery," Isaac decided.
"You just think that word is funny," Hector snickered.
"It is."
"Whatever it is, mother will be happy we got some," Adrian said. "Especially that much. It's useful for things she makes and protections she casts."
Isaac leaned on Adrian a tiny bit, shyly. "Grandmother uses it like that too."
Adrian blushed a bit, then, after a moment, took Isaac's hand. "So nobody slips on the ice under the snow," he said. "Hector, you too."
Hector smiled. "Good idea, considering all the skidding around we did on the way here."
A swarm of tiny chirping birds descended on the berries Isaac had pitched at Hector as they made their way back toward the palace. After a few moments, half went up the tree to attack the mistletoe. "I've never seen that kind before," said Isaac. "They're all tail."
Adrian glanced back at them - they were those funny little violet-black ones that often crowded up his windowsill in the morning or hung sideways and upside-down off the feeders his mother set out in the kitchen garden. "I don't know what they are either, but father says they don't live anywhere else but here."
"So they're like us," Hector said.
On the way back, Isaac started to sing.
"Felicitas cum amicis communicata est
Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis..."
Adrian blinked. "What's that?" Then, "I like your voice, you don't have to stop singing."
Isaac turned pinker than he already was from the cold. "Um. Latin?"
Hector poked him. "He means what song."
"I don't know what it's called, or...if it's anything besides something Brother Giovanni sang all the time..."
Adrian smiled. "I want to hear the rest."
"...Per aspera vita beata est
Causa vivendi omnibus
Invenire credere magni momenti
Fores aperiendi, fores aperiendi, tempus est certe."
Adrian smiled. "I really like you voice, Isaac."
"Don't listen to Ambrose," Hector said. "He's just jealous because he sounds like an old fart of a raven who gargled with sand."
Adrian's father waited at the door when they arrived back at the palace, looking unaffected by the cold. As they drew near, he arched a brow and crossed his arms.
"I do hope the three of you remembered to arm yourselves," he rumbled. "Unless, of course, that mass of greenery you're holding is meant to be a weapon, as you expected to be inexplicably attacked by Baldr."
Isaac scowled a bit (and pouted slightly). "No, sir, we didn't."
Adrian, knowing that his father was teasing Isaac, made a face at him briefly. Then, "We all have our daggers, father, and knives besides. How else would Isaac get the mistletoe out of the tree without getting the berry juice all over?"
"I know you're not foolish," said his father, and smiled.
Adrian's mother came to the door shortly, bearing a trio of mugs full of something that steamed considerably. "There's my good boys," she said, smiling. "You brought a bouquet for me, Rubedo?"
"I - um - sort of?" Isaac turned about as red as his hair. "It - it's vischio - mistletoe? Not really much of a good bouquet but I know you and my grandmother needed some? or would need some. Um." he held out the armful of greenery. "And the kind here is really GREEN. It's really good. So this should last a while. I think. Um."
Adrian's father made an amused sound and took the mistletoe. "I'll put this in your study, love," he said. "You'll be free to attend to the trio of snowballs thus."
His mother ushered them into the sitting room by the fire, and when it turned out that the mugs were full of cocoa (from those funny beans his father brought back from the New World), Isaac was overjoyed. He barely noticed that she'd draped a blanket over his shoulders. "Thank you, Lady Lisa."
She kissed the top of his head. "You're very welcome, Rubedo. I suspect you're the only little fox in Walachia who can climb a tree."
Hector beamed at her. "This is really good. I think every time you make it, it's even better. Thank you."
"Thank you for taking care that he didn't topple out of the tree, Albedo."
"I - " Hector blushed now. "It - it's not too hard."
He got a kiss on the top of his head too. And now, so did Adrian.
"And you took good care of them both too, as they took care of you. It does my heart good to see you smiling so much, Adrian, and see you playing outside. You don't have to study all the time. Your father and I know you're attentive to your lessons. You've earned more than a little time to play, I should think."
Adrian looked sheepish. "Well, I - I was having trouble with the mathematics lessons father gave me. That Persian book, what's it called - Kitab al-Jabr wa-l-Muqabala? It's really fascinating but I keep thinking I'm doing it wrong. I mix up the squares and the roots and get something ridiculous."
"Sometimes the best way to get something right is take time to clear your head and do something different." She hugged him. "Now, drink your cocoa and warm up, and then we'll start on dinner together - how does that sound?"
"What're we making?" Isaac was immediately attentive and looked thrilled.
"You'll see when you're done your cocoa."
"Ah - all right." Isaac sighed, and Adrian grinned. Isaac would never gulp his cocoa, so he'd have to be patient and wait.
"I'm lucky to have such good boys," said Adrian's mother. She gave them each another kiss on the head and then left the room, presumably en route to the kitchen or her study.
Hector looked past Adrian and smiled. "You have to be patient."
"I don't like being patient," Isaac mumbled, but he was smiling as well.
"It's probably roast beef," said Adrian. "I smelled the rosemary she usually puts in the pan."
"From here?" Hector blinked. "Wow. Will Isaac and me be able to do that ever?"
"Maybe!"
"That will be amazing," Isaac murmured, and Adrian felt - well, that warm fuzzy sort of sensation in his stomach that happened whenever Isaac and Hector talked like this.
It'd taken him time at first to figure out what it was, but now he knew. it was the joy that came out of knowing you weren't alone and wouldn't ever be again.
***
December 12, 2010
TaitÅ-ku, Tokyo
Japan
"Felicitas cum amicis communicata est..." Isaac sang over the sound of running water. He was chopping an onion, and the water running kept him from tearing up absurdly. "Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis..."
He heard the door of Adrian's apartment open and close, and heard them stomping a bit in the foyer. he blinked, put down the knife, shut the tap off and turned. "Why the Riverdance?"
"It's snowing,' said Hector. "Like crazy."
"Do what, now?" Isaac stared. "I didn't think it did that here."
"Sometimes," said Adrian. He ran a hand through his hair, dispelling the glamour that made him Arikado Gen'ya. "Not often, but it can happen. What were you cooking before we came in making all manner of noise?"
"Proto-curry," said Isaac. "I wanted to try making the Japanese kind. And there's cocoa, too, but I don't know how well you can smell that for the onion." He then said "nyan" as Adrian hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"It's good to come home to something like this," he said.
Hector said, "I suspect that if some of the people around here knew how domestic Isaac was they'd fall over."
"You're just jealous of my sexy apron," said Isaac, and struck a pose.
"Your apron with those piyo piyo birds on it.
"Damn right." Isaac grinned, and then nyanned again when Hector hugged him. "Mrph. What brings on the affection? You two must really like curry."
"What brings it on?" Adrian repeated. "Well, you're here."
Isaac turned scarlet.
"You were singing when we came in," said Hector. "I haven't heard you sing that song in ages."
"It reminded me of - well - it reminded me of times I could never have back for too long," mumbled Isaac. "But then I remembered that you both liked it. And I remembered...this is so stupid. Remember the giant mistletoe shrubbery?"
"Yes, the one you fired all the berries at me from," Hector snorted, but he was smiling.
Adrian said softly, "I was thinking about that today too, oddly enough. When it started to snow, I remembered you skidding on the path and shaking the snow off your feet like an annoyed kitten."
"I was very spazzy then," Isaac giggled.
"Well, you were getting to be all arms and legs, we were thirteen." Hector leaned on Isaac.
Isaac leaned back. After a while, he said, "Tomorrow I might go all out and try to make that roast. With the rosemary and everything. Or maybe I'll do that on Christmas or something. either way, I want to try."
Adrian hugged them both. "Whenever you do, I'll be happy." And then, he smiled himself. "You're using sweet onions in the curry. You remembered I like those."
"Those are the only good kind of round onion," Isaac said. "the others, everybody else can keep, for to me they suck."
"Round onion," Hector repeated, amused. "I've never heard you call them that."
"When I was shopping I ran into Naoya - you know, the guy I got into a ridiculous yelling match by the ramen cart with?"
"You're friends now?"
"We bonded over a disdain for round onions - which is his term that I adopted," Isaac said. He might have gone on, but Adrian decided that now was the best time to kiss him. Isaac went boneless in the embrace as always, leaning in and reaching up to rest a hand on Adrian's cheek. you missed me for the few hours you were out?
"Are the Shika deer insane?" Hector laughed. "Of course."
Isaac, when he came up for air, said "I missed you both too."
Adrian gave Hector a kiss as well. we're all hopeless romantics, said Hector, and ridiculous.
"Well, so? We're ridiculous together." Isaac went back to the onion, then said, "That was sappy even for me."
"Not sappy," said Adrian. "A little surrealistic-greeting-card, perhaps. Shall I cut up the potatoes?"
"I've got the carrots," said Hector, and smiled. "The very tiny carrots."
"I'm a lazy man, what can I say," Isaac laughed. "And a picky one, about carrots."
"The small ones taste better anyway."
Adrian scrubbed off a potato and began to peel it. When the skin fell away in one long spiral, Isaac said, "You get to make a wish on that now."
"I don't need wishes; I've got the two of you. And that was absurdly sentimental, but I don't care."
Isaac leaned on Adrian. "I would've said the same, only gotten more loquacious."
Felicitas cum amicis communicata est
Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis
Per aspera vita beata est
Causa vivendi omnibus
Invenire credere magni momenti
Fores aperiendi, fores aperiendi, tempus est certe.
Happiness with friends is shared
Sadness is a common pain to everyone that's dear
Through trials, the life is blessed
The reason why everyone lives
G=We grow to believe in these great moments
The doors will open, the door will open
This time for certain.
***
I'm so sorry about the depressing ancient fic. XD; I feel really bad about subjecting everyone to a bad end AU. In the timeline proper, Adrian is Isaac's 'sire' and mentor, and it's the same with Hector. Dracula didn't start being weirdly handsy for a while (Isaac would have been 22 at this point), and that only really went anywhere because he and Isaac were so fucking miserable. XD;
Also, Adrian was the first person Isaac ever slept with. So - yes. ^^
SERIES: Castlevania, and this is the 'proper' AU - namely, what ACTUALLY happened, as opposed to the cracky ancient rough fic which was I think spawned from an unpleasant dream Dracula had when he was hammered. XD He thought Isaac was basically a noisy brat and not much else until Isaac hit about twenty. BUT I DIGRESS!
PEOPLE: Adrian, Isaac and Hector
SUMMARY: A memory, and a good one. This is pure and utter fluff. Hopefully it makes up for the bad-end creepiness of the rough fic XD; I need to write the whole of what really happened with Isaac. To sum up - he and Hector arrived at the palace when Isaac was twelve and Hector almost eleven. Lisa promptly semi-adopted them, and it went from there.
RATING: Pfft, G. XD
NOTES: Isaac's song is 'Coro di Dea' from the Oh My Goddess! movie. And Adrian's book is a real one. XD
December 12, 1466 (6978 Byzantine)
Walachia
When Isaac ran ahead on a path in the winter he remained visible even from a distance. Shade or dreadful weather didn't do anything to dull the hue of his hair, and in the sun - as he was now - he wasn't possible to miss.
"Isaac?" Hector blinked. He glanced over at Adrian. "...did - you see what he's gone off after?"
"No," Adrian replied, amused. "It could be anything, really."
"...Of course, I'm not much better..."
"Well, you're still getting used to the changes this place brings about in people, too? I'll admit that I was very easily distracted by what I'd taken for ordinary things before, when I first started to...awaken, I guess you would say?"
"...Adrian, he's gone up a tree."
"Erm - " Adrian didn't know what else to say to that. Isaac was, indeed, up a tree. This wasn't really RARE - Hector had, when they were younger, declared that Isaac was probably made of cats somehow and Adrian was inclined to agree - but usually he didn't clamber up old apple trees in the dead of winter. It got cold here, much more than Isaac was really used to yet, and Adrian would have thought that Isaac would prefer to not risk cold air getting up into his coat and mantle. (Usually when it did this led to yowling.)
But there he was, waving his free arm (the left one, of course) madly, and Adrian could see that he had a sprig of something green in his hand.
"Mistletoe?" Hector said.
"Yes!" Isaac beamed at them.
"It's everywhere around here, really," Adrian said, smiling. "Something about the ground here, and the energy, seems to make it flourish wherever the birds leave a seed."
"Well, there are a lot of Paths here..." Isaac looked thoughtful. "That would explain why the trees are bloody enormous and the vineyard gets out of control every single year..." Those little hopping gremlins had their work cut out for them but they never seemed to mind.
Hector said, "Is mistletoe considered sacred where you're from too, Isaac?"
"Yes - oops. Dammit." Isaac dropped the sprig, and it landed end-down in the snow, resembling a tiny ridiculous tree.
Adrian's smile grew a bit. "Here as well. For love, vitality and fertility."
"Specifically gods'." Isaac had another sprig now. "Because of the berries, probably."
"What about the b--oh--Isaac you made that up right now just to make me blush." Hector started to laugh.
Isaac was giggling as well. "I did not! It really is!"
"He didn't make it up," Adrian assured Hector.
"...well, I guess it makes sense that some botanist in ancient times was as permanently amorous and dirty minded as Isaac is" - and here Hector blinked as a berry binked off his head - "hey, don't throw those at me, you!"
Isaac bounced another berry off Hector's head. "You're as bad as me, you just hide it better."
"I am not."
"You are so." Isaac pitched another berry. "Besides I learnt it from one of the monks my father knew, Brother Giovanni, so - bleh."
"Holy men can be dirty old men, too, just look at Ambrose."
"Oh, Hector! Do I have to?" Isaac whined. Then he glanced at Adrian and smiled.
Adrian hadn't been able to stop laughing since Isaac threw the berry. "You're ridiculous," he managed between fits of mirth. Adrian never laughed loudly, but Isaac had a way of getting him to the state of tearing up for suppressed giggling. "So is Hector but that's just because you encourage it."
"I'm evil," Isaac said, and did his best to look diabolical, which had the effect of making him resemble an impish kitten.
"You're batty." Hector threw a loosely-packed snowball at Isaac, who yelped and dropped out of the tree to avoid it. He landed in a crouch on all fours, a good amount of mistletoe sprigs clutched in his left hand. He did tilt left slightly upon landing (for his left wrist was weak and had been for ages, in spite of Lady Lisa and Lady Ornella's best efforts) but remained upright, and then looked up at Hector and Adrian triumphantly.
"Got some."
"Well, obviously, you're carrying practically half that bush. ...Is it a bush?" Hector blinked. "A bush up a tree? does that even make any sense at all? I think I'm using the wrong term. Isaac, am I?"
"I - I don't really know. Adrian, do you?"
Adrian shrugged, still smiling. "It could be?"
"It's shrubbery," Isaac decided.
"You just think that word is funny," Hector snickered.
"It is."
"Whatever it is, mother will be happy we got some," Adrian said. "Especially that much. It's useful for things she makes and protections she casts."
Isaac leaned on Adrian a tiny bit, shyly. "Grandmother uses it like that too."
Adrian blushed a bit, then, after a moment, took Isaac's hand. "So nobody slips on the ice under the snow," he said. "Hector, you too."
Hector smiled. "Good idea, considering all the skidding around we did on the way here."
A swarm of tiny chirping birds descended on the berries Isaac had pitched at Hector as they made their way back toward the palace. After a few moments, half went up the tree to attack the mistletoe. "I've never seen that kind before," said Isaac. "They're all tail."
Adrian glanced back at them - they were those funny little violet-black ones that often crowded up his windowsill in the morning or hung sideways and upside-down off the feeders his mother set out in the kitchen garden. "I don't know what they are either, but father says they don't live anywhere else but here."
"So they're like us," Hector said.
On the way back, Isaac started to sing.
"Felicitas cum amicis communicata est
Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis..."
Adrian blinked. "What's that?" Then, "I like your voice, you don't have to stop singing."
Isaac turned pinker than he already was from the cold. "Um. Latin?"
Hector poked him. "He means what song."
"I don't know what it's called, or...if it's anything besides something Brother Giovanni sang all the time..."
Adrian smiled. "I want to hear the rest."
"...Per aspera vita beata est
Causa vivendi omnibus
Invenire credere magni momenti
Fores aperiendi, fores aperiendi, tempus est certe."
Adrian smiled. "I really like you voice, Isaac."
"Don't listen to Ambrose," Hector said. "He's just jealous because he sounds like an old fart of a raven who gargled with sand."
Adrian's father waited at the door when they arrived back at the palace, looking unaffected by the cold. As they drew near, he arched a brow and crossed his arms.
"I do hope the three of you remembered to arm yourselves," he rumbled. "Unless, of course, that mass of greenery you're holding is meant to be a weapon, as you expected to be inexplicably attacked by Baldr."
Isaac scowled a bit (and pouted slightly). "No, sir, we didn't."
Adrian, knowing that his father was teasing Isaac, made a face at him briefly. Then, "We all have our daggers, father, and knives besides. How else would Isaac get the mistletoe out of the tree without getting the berry juice all over?"
"I know you're not foolish," said his father, and smiled.
Adrian's mother came to the door shortly, bearing a trio of mugs full of something that steamed considerably. "There's my good boys," she said, smiling. "You brought a bouquet for me, Rubedo?"
"I - um - sort of?" Isaac turned about as red as his hair. "It - it's vischio - mistletoe? Not really much of a good bouquet but I know you and my grandmother needed some? or would need some. Um." he held out the armful of greenery. "And the kind here is really GREEN. It's really good. So this should last a while. I think. Um."
Adrian's father made an amused sound and took the mistletoe. "I'll put this in your study, love," he said. "You'll be free to attend to the trio of snowballs thus."
His mother ushered them into the sitting room by the fire, and when it turned out that the mugs were full of cocoa (from those funny beans his father brought back from the New World), Isaac was overjoyed. He barely noticed that she'd draped a blanket over his shoulders. "Thank you, Lady Lisa."
She kissed the top of his head. "You're very welcome, Rubedo. I suspect you're the only little fox in Walachia who can climb a tree."
Hector beamed at her. "This is really good. I think every time you make it, it's even better. Thank you."
"Thank you for taking care that he didn't topple out of the tree, Albedo."
"I - " Hector blushed now. "It - it's not too hard."
He got a kiss on the top of his head too. And now, so did Adrian.
"And you took good care of them both too, as they took care of you. It does my heart good to see you smiling so much, Adrian, and see you playing outside. You don't have to study all the time. Your father and I know you're attentive to your lessons. You've earned more than a little time to play, I should think."
Adrian looked sheepish. "Well, I - I was having trouble with the mathematics lessons father gave me. That Persian book, what's it called - Kitab al-Jabr wa-l-Muqabala? It's really fascinating but I keep thinking I'm doing it wrong. I mix up the squares and the roots and get something ridiculous."
"Sometimes the best way to get something right is take time to clear your head and do something different." She hugged him. "Now, drink your cocoa and warm up, and then we'll start on dinner together - how does that sound?"
"What're we making?" Isaac was immediately attentive and looked thrilled.
"You'll see when you're done your cocoa."
"Ah - all right." Isaac sighed, and Adrian grinned. Isaac would never gulp his cocoa, so he'd have to be patient and wait.
"I'm lucky to have such good boys," said Adrian's mother. She gave them each another kiss on the head and then left the room, presumably en route to the kitchen or her study.
Hector looked past Adrian and smiled. "You have to be patient."
"I don't like being patient," Isaac mumbled, but he was smiling as well.
"It's probably roast beef," said Adrian. "I smelled the rosemary she usually puts in the pan."
"From here?" Hector blinked. "Wow. Will Isaac and me be able to do that ever?"
"Maybe!"
"That will be amazing," Isaac murmured, and Adrian felt - well, that warm fuzzy sort of sensation in his stomach that happened whenever Isaac and Hector talked like this.
It'd taken him time at first to figure out what it was, but now he knew. it was the joy that came out of knowing you weren't alone and wouldn't ever be again.
***
December 12, 2010
TaitÅ-ku, Tokyo
Japan
"Felicitas cum amicis communicata est..." Isaac sang over the sound of running water. He was chopping an onion, and the water running kept him from tearing up absurdly. "Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis..."
He heard the door of Adrian's apartment open and close, and heard them stomping a bit in the foyer. he blinked, put down the knife, shut the tap off and turned. "Why the Riverdance?"
"It's snowing,' said Hector. "Like crazy."
"Do what, now?" Isaac stared. "I didn't think it did that here."
"Sometimes," said Adrian. He ran a hand through his hair, dispelling the glamour that made him Arikado Gen'ya. "Not often, but it can happen. What were you cooking before we came in making all manner of noise?"
"Proto-curry," said Isaac. "I wanted to try making the Japanese kind. And there's cocoa, too, but I don't know how well you can smell that for the onion." He then said "nyan" as Adrian hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"It's good to come home to something like this," he said.
Hector said, "I suspect that if some of the people around here knew how domestic Isaac was they'd fall over."
"You're just jealous of my sexy apron," said Isaac, and struck a pose.
"Your apron with those piyo piyo birds on it.
"Damn right." Isaac grinned, and then nyanned again when Hector hugged him. "Mrph. What brings on the affection? You two must really like curry."
"What brings it on?" Adrian repeated. "Well, you're here."
Isaac turned scarlet.
"You were singing when we came in," said Hector. "I haven't heard you sing that song in ages."
"It reminded me of - well - it reminded me of times I could never have back for too long," mumbled Isaac. "But then I remembered that you both liked it. And I remembered...this is so stupid. Remember the giant mistletoe shrubbery?"
"Yes, the one you fired all the berries at me from," Hector snorted, but he was smiling.
Adrian said softly, "I was thinking about that today too, oddly enough. When it started to snow, I remembered you skidding on the path and shaking the snow off your feet like an annoyed kitten."
"I was very spazzy then," Isaac giggled.
"Well, you were getting to be all arms and legs, we were thirteen." Hector leaned on Isaac.
Isaac leaned back. After a while, he said, "Tomorrow I might go all out and try to make that roast. With the rosemary and everything. Or maybe I'll do that on Christmas or something. either way, I want to try."
Adrian hugged them both. "Whenever you do, I'll be happy." And then, he smiled himself. "You're using sweet onions in the curry. You remembered I like those."
"Those are the only good kind of round onion," Isaac said. "the others, everybody else can keep, for to me they suck."
"Round onion," Hector repeated, amused. "I've never heard you call them that."
"When I was shopping I ran into Naoya - you know, the guy I got into a ridiculous yelling match by the ramen cart with?"
"You're friends now?"
"We bonded over a disdain for round onions - which is his term that I adopted," Isaac said. He might have gone on, but Adrian decided that now was the best time to kiss him. Isaac went boneless in the embrace as always, leaning in and reaching up to rest a hand on Adrian's cheek. you missed me for the few hours you were out?
"Are the Shika deer insane?" Hector laughed. "Of course."
Isaac, when he came up for air, said "I missed you both too."
Adrian gave Hector a kiss as well. we're all hopeless romantics, said Hector, and ridiculous.
"Well, so? We're ridiculous together." Isaac went back to the onion, then said, "That was sappy even for me."
"Not sappy," said Adrian. "A little surrealistic-greeting-card, perhaps. Shall I cut up the potatoes?"
"I've got the carrots," said Hector, and smiled. "The very tiny carrots."
"I'm a lazy man, what can I say," Isaac laughed. "And a picky one, about carrots."
"The small ones taste better anyway."
Adrian scrubbed off a potato and began to peel it. When the skin fell away in one long spiral, Isaac said, "You get to make a wish on that now."
"I don't need wishes; I've got the two of you. And that was absurdly sentimental, but I don't care."
Isaac leaned on Adrian. "I would've said the same, only gotten more loquacious."
Felicitas cum amicis communicata est
Tristitia est communis dolor cum omnibus amicis
Per aspera vita beata est
Causa vivendi omnibus
Invenire credere magni momenti
Fores aperiendi, fores aperiendi, tempus est certe.
Happiness with friends is shared
Sadness is a common pain to everyone that's dear
Through trials, the life is blessed
The reason why everyone lives
G=We grow to believe in these great moments
The doors will open, the door will open
This time for certain.
***
I'm so sorry about the depressing ancient fic. XD; I feel really bad about subjecting everyone to a bad end AU. In the timeline proper, Adrian is Isaac's 'sire' and mentor, and it's the same with Hector. Dracula didn't start being weirdly handsy for a while (Isaac would have been 22 at this point), and that only really went anywhere because he and Isaac were so fucking miserable. XD;
Also, Adrian was the first person Isaac ever slept with. So - yes. ^^
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Date: 2010-11-27 09:25 pm (UTC)(I also don't need to tell you how utterly happy Adrian is. For lo he is made of rumbly noises. And he still doesn't blame you for putting him in that awful mood earlier, he takes full responsibility for his own unhealthy masochism.)
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Date: 2010-11-28 05:09 am (UTC)Fluff is - something I admit I am good at. I mean, it's not the whole of my repertoire but yes! They were and are AMAZINGLY CUTE.
The Naoya guy Isaac comments on is a Masked Rider Faiz antagonist. he's adorable. XD