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tamingthemuseTitle: Laces and cake
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 440 - Curmudgeon
Warnings: N/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Come on Gail," Morris whines. "It'll be funny. I promise," he adds eagerly.
"Come on Gail," Morris whines. "It'll be funny. I promise," he adds eagerly.
"I don't know Morris." Gail twists his hands. "Uncle Kay is nice... we shouldn't..."
"He's not nice," Morris protests. "He's a grumpy old man that despise children."
"You can't say that!" Gail eyes are wide open with shock. "He took us in for the holidays."
"So that our parents can enjoy themselves on some beach somewhere." He gestures vaguely in the direction he thinks is south. "While we are stuck on this farm under the baking sun and with chores to do!" He stares at the other boy. "We're slaves," he finishes throwing his hands in front of him.
Gail licks his lips, trying to find an answer to Morris' argument. The other boy is quite convincing with his stamina and Gail can't help thinking that he is quite right. But her he can't bring himself to admit it.
"Well, come or not, I'm doing it anyway," Morris interjects stopping Gail's trail of thoughts and saving him from answering. The black hair boy leaves his friend behind and starts advancing toward his uncle very slowly.
"Wait," Gail whispers before quietly hurrying behind the other boy. Morris smiles mischievously at him.
They crawl toward the patio, flinching at every noise around them until they reach Kay's feet. The old man is snoring in his favourite chair, hiding from the heat of the day. Morris advances his hands towards the shoes and very carefully untie the laces before joining them together between his uncle's feet. He grins at Gail.
"Now we just have to wait," he murmurs before gesturing for the other boy to crawl back. As they reach the end of the patio, the black hair boy breaks into a run to the nearest bush.
"Hey, wait!" Morris is barely on his feet when he yells.
His scream awakes the old man who suddenly jerks upright and stumbles on the floor as he tries to take a step. Gail is frozen into place as Kay's face lies a few centimetres from his feet.
"You," the old man growls. "You, little vermin!"
Gail helplessly glance towards Morris but the other boy doesn't notice him. He is laughing too hard from the safety of his hiding place.
"It wasn't..." the younger boy stammers. "I didn't... I didn't... Morris..."
"I don't care," Kay replies angrily as he starts unlacing the knot Morris created. "It's you I've seen. It's soup and bread only for you tonight. and sweep that patio now!"
"But..." Gail starts timidly.
"I don't want to hear a thing!"
The young boy trembles and quickly hurries away to get the broom.
---*---
That evening, Gail is alone on the patio, his bread and soup long since finished. Kay and Morris have stayed at the table longer, enjoying a sponge cake that their neighbour has brought earlier that day. He looks at the stars longing for his mother to return for him when he hears some steps next to him.
"I don't want to see you," he mutters.
"Well... you might want to change your mind," Morris comments as he sit next to Gail, setting a plate with a quarter of the cake on it.
Gail opens his mouth to protest but words fail him when he sees the cake.
"For me?"
"Of course you idiot!" Morris shoves him.
"Thank you." He smiles gently before taking a bit of the enormous cake.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 440 - Curmudgeon
Warnings: N/A
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "Come on Gail," Morris whines. "It'll be funny. I promise," he adds eagerly.
"Come on Gail," Morris whines. "It'll be funny. I promise," he adds eagerly.
"I don't know Morris." Gail twists his hands. "Uncle Kay is nice... we shouldn't..."
"He's not nice," Morris protests. "He's a grumpy old man that despise children."
"You can't say that!" Gail eyes are wide open with shock. "He took us in for the holidays."
"So that our parents can enjoy themselves on some beach somewhere." He gestures vaguely in the direction he thinks is south. "While we are stuck on this farm under the baking sun and with chores to do!" He stares at the other boy. "We're slaves," he finishes throwing his hands in front of him.
Gail licks his lips, trying to find an answer to Morris' argument. The other boy is quite convincing with his stamina and Gail can't help thinking that he is quite right. But her he can't bring himself to admit it.
"Well, come or not, I'm doing it anyway," Morris interjects stopping Gail's trail of thoughts and saving him from answering. The black hair boy leaves his friend behind and starts advancing toward his uncle very slowly.
"Wait," Gail whispers before quietly hurrying behind the other boy. Morris smiles mischievously at him.
They crawl toward the patio, flinching at every noise around them until they reach Kay's feet. The old man is snoring in his favourite chair, hiding from the heat of the day. Morris advances his hands towards the shoes and very carefully untie the laces before joining them together between his uncle's feet. He grins at Gail.
"Now we just have to wait," he murmurs before gesturing for the other boy to crawl back. As they reach the end of the patio, the black hair boy breaks into a run to the nearest bush.
"Hey, wait!" Morris is barely on his feet when he yells.
His scream awakes the old man who suddenly jerks upright and stumbles on the floor as he tries to take a step. Gail is frozen into place as Kay's face lies a few centimetres from his feet.
"You," the old man growls. "You, little vermin!"
Gail helplessly glance towards Morris but the other boy doesn't notice him. He is laughing too hard from the safety of his hiding place.
"It wasn't..." the younger boy stammers. "I didn't... I didn't... Morris..."
"I don't care," Kay replies angrily as he starts unlacing the knot Morris created. "It's you I've seen. It's soup and bread only for you tonight. and sweep that patio now!"
"But..." Gail starts timidly.
"I don't want to hear a thing!"
The young boy trembles and quickly hurries away to get the broom.
---*---
That evening, Gail is alone on the patio, his bread and soup long since finished. Kay and Morris have stayed at the table longer, enjoying a sponge cake that their neighbour has brought earlier that day. He looks at the stars longing for his mother to return for him when he hears some steps next to him.
"I don't want to see you," he mutters.
"Well... you might want to change your mind," Morris comments as he sit next to Gail, setting a plate with a quarter of the cake on it.
Gail opens his mouth to protest but words fail him when he sees the cake.
"For me?"
"Of course you idiot!" Morris shoves him.
"Thank you." He smiles gently before taking a bit of the enormous cake.
