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tamingthemuseTitle: Port in the Storm
Author: jujukittychick
Fandom: Original
Cast: Jaxsor, Caecilius
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tamingthemuse #299-Commit
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None. Jax belongs to me, Cae belongs to my good friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moon_wolfsbane
Beta: NONE! Any mistakes are my own
A/N: This is involving one of my RP characters, if you’re really curious you can check out his background here . Listening to thunderstorm white noise for meditation got me inspired
Summary: Jax muses on his relationship with his prince during a storm.
Jax sat back in the bed, fully dressed except for his battered boots, leaning against the ornate headboard as he ran his fingers through his little prince’s hair, humming tunelessly as he sought to calm the unconscious night terrors that always came when the teen tried sleeping through a violent thunderstorm. He was actually surprised that Cae had managed to stay asleep through the crashing thunder and the wind driven rain pelting relentlessly against the windows. He’d like to think it was simply his presence there that aided in his rest, and perhaps it actually was, though he had had quite a stressful day dealing with the foreign ambassadors and it was possible his little lovesick guard dog may have slipped him something to help him sleep.
No, he was going with his original idea.
His hand stilled, a smug grin tilting his lips as he looked at the bedroom door, knowing Cae’s friend and protector hovered, as always, on the other side. Too bad for the other man that he’d never caught on to his own comings and goings, not that it was easy to be traced. A soft whimper reached his ears and Jax realized that he’d completely paused in his ministrations, his hand hovering inches above the soft, bright blue hair. Quietly shushing him, he once more let his calloused fingers run through the fine silken strands, marveling once more at the texture; not even the expensive sheets the prince slept on came near the feeling…at least to him.
Watching the lightening flash in the distance, brightening the room for a split second before yet another crash of thunder rattled the windows moments later, he couldn’t help but think back on his time there. It had been a year since he’d first arrived on the strange water-logged, backwards planet, months since he’d found his way to the castle and accidentally stumbling inside the prince’s chambers during a storm much like the one he was currently waiting out. Months since he’d put his fate in the delicate hands of the teen that carried the weight of a country on his narrow shoulders, who fought to see past treachery and political traps with blinded eyes. Months since he’d decided to watch over and protect the boy to the best of his limited abilities.
He still didn’t regret the decision.
Whether it was providing a sounding board for ideas or angry ranting, a set of eyes and a ghostly touch to guide him, a whispered word to amuse him, a physical outlet for the passion he kept buried most days, or, during the very rare times, when the weather permitted, a physical presence to drive the imaginary ghosts away, Jax couldn’t imagine a place in all the universes he’d rather be.
Even now, as he felt the storm make its way ever slowly into the distance, marking his time in solid form in minutes instead of hours, he watched as Cae stirred fitfully in his sleep, another crash of thunder making the slender body tremble faintly. Slouching down slightly in the bed, his rough spacer garb dragging crudely across the expensive sheets, he tucked his young charge against him, lending him his strength and warmth as he bent down to ghost a kiss across the furrowed brow. “Shh, my little prince. I have you, and I’ll be here through the storm until you’re safe again.”
Jax watched as Cae’s features smoothed out, that smug smile tilting his lips once more as he looked fondly down at him. Catching a faint glimpse of lightening in the distance, not even enough to brighten the room, he felt the tell-tale tingle crawl over his skin of his eventual disappearance. Sighing, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Cae’s temple, whispering against his ear, “I’ll always watch over you.”
Author: jujukittychick
Fandom: Original
Cast: Jaxsor, Caecilius
Prompt:
tamingthemuse #299-CommitWarnings: none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None. Jax belongs to me, Cae belongs to my good friend
moon_wolfsbaneBeta: NONE! Any mistakes are my own
A/N: This is involving one of my RP characters, if you’re really curious you can check out his background here . Listening to thunderstorm white noise for meditation got me inspired
Summary: Jax muses on his relationship with his prince during a storm.
Jax sat back in the bed, fully dressed except for his battered boots, leaning against the ornate headboard as he ran his fingers through his little prince’s hair, humming tunelessly as he sought to calm the unconscious night terrors that always came when the teen tried sleeping through a violent thunderstorm. He was actually surprised that Cae had managed to stay asleep through the crashing thunder and the wind driven rain pelting relentlessly against the windows. He’d like to think it was simply his presence there that aided in his rest, and perhaps it actually was, though he had had quite a stressful day dealing with the foreign ambassadors and it was possible his little lovesick guard dog may have slipped him something to help him sleep.
No, he was going with his original idea.
His hand stilled, a smug grin tilting his lips as he looked at the bedroom door, knowing Cae’s friend and protector hovered, as always, on the other side. Too bad for the other man that he’d never caught on to his own comings and goings, not that it was easy to be traced. A soft whimper reached his ears and Jax realized that he’d completely paused in his ministrations, his hand hovering inches above the soft, bright blue hair. Quietly shushing him, he once more let his calloused fingers run through the fine silken strands, marveling once more at the texture; not even the expensive sheets the prince slept on came near the feeling…at least to him.
Watching the lightening flash in the distance, brightening the room for a split second before yet another crash of thunder rattled the windows moments later, he couldn’t help but think back on his time there. It had been a year since he’d first arrived on the strange water-logged, backwards planet, months since he’d found his way to the castle and accidentally stumbling inside the prince’s chambers during a storm much like the one he was currently waiting out. Months since he’d put his fate in the delicate hands of the teen that carried the weight of a country on his narrow shoulders, who fought to see past treachery and political traps with blinded eyes. Months since he’d decided to watch over and protect the boy to the best of his limited abilities.
He still didn’t regret the decision.
Whether it was providing a sounding board for ideas or angry ranting, a set of eyes and a ghostly touch to guide him, a whispered word to amuse him, a physical outlet for the passion he kept buried most days, or, during the very rare times, when the weather permitted, a physical presence to drive the imaginary ghosts away, Jax couldn’t imagine a place in all the universes he’d rather be.
Even now, as he felt the storm make its way ever slowly into the distance, marking his time in solid form in minutes instead of hours, he watched as Cae stirred fitfully in his sleep, another crash of thunder making the slender body tremble faintly. Slouching down slightly in the bed, his rough spacer garb dragging crudely across the expensive sheets, he tucked his young charge against him, lending him his strength and warmth as he bent down to ghost a kiss across the furrowed brow. “Shh, my little prince. I have you, and I’ll be here through the storm until you’re safe again.”
Jax watched as Cae’s features smoothed out, that smug smile tilting his lips once more as he looked fondly down at him. Catching a faint glimpse of lightening in the distance, not even enough to brighten the room, he felt the tell-tale tingle crawl over his skin of his eventual disappearance. Sighing, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to Cae’s temple, whispering against his ear, “I’ll always watch over you.”
