Short: "Sidekick" for Tygati
Sep. 24th, 2008 01:58 amAuthor: H. Savinien
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200 (doubledrabble, woot.)
Author's note: Thank you fic for
Now, the ways these things are supposed to go, I really should be harboring some deep-seated, longstanding longing for my best friend. He’s handsome, a dark-haired, blue-eyed melancholic hero of poetic mien. I’m fond of him, of course. I wouldn’t be following him around on his endless questing if I weren’t. But in unrequited love? Pffh. Not in a hundred years. Michael Gervais is a nobleman’s youngest son, I, the red-haired Sander Fisher, his gamekeeper’s eldest lad. (Well. I say lad... I certainly was when we started our journeying, a fresh-faced eighteen. That was some nine years gone, though, and I fancy myself a man of the world now.) Me? I’m perfectly happy for him to have his misty moonings over Lady Ysabeau, his would-be betrothed. Mic’s happier when in a fit of romantic melancholy, I think. It makes him feel impressive. I take my own pleasures and there are plenty of clever bards, strong blacksmith’s apprentices, and sweet stable men to share them. Nah. Whoever thinks it’s something between Gervais and I is dead wrong. We’re friends. I don’t talk too long about my fun in the haylofts and he doesn’t practice his awful poetry at me. It works.
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Date: 2008-09-24 03:33 pm (UTC)Also, MmmmmMMMmm, redheads. *___*
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Date: 2008-09-24 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-25 03:22 am (UTC)And yes, redheaded boys are ^_^.
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