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Crossover Madness 3: Pozhar
More completely AU silliness I wrote for M. In much the same vein as crossovers 1 & 2, this one features Selan & Arycian from The Green Planet running off to visit Raz & Dym from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maderr's Lost Gods Book 2: Burning Bright.
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Having a man who may as well be a god for a lover often meant that you needed to just give up entirely on trying to understand him and just go along for the ride. Certainly it made life interesting, especially for a man who'd lived as long as he had, but sometimes it was just a little bit... strange.
Take now, for instance. Arycian distinctly remembered going to sleep in Selan's bed, in Selan's room, in the palace, with his lover in his arms. However, none of those things applied upon waking up. He was alone, in one of the smallest ships they had, and the display screen was showing a view of a lovely blue and green planet that Arycian had never seen before in his life.
Which was saying a lot.
Hauling himself out of the warm pile of blankets he'd found himself in, Arycian located a tunic and pair of pants before padding over to drop into the pilot's seat and study the readouts. He groaned aloud.
Nowhere near known space. Had the ship actually flown there, he estimated it would have taken roughly nine hundred years. Give or take. Obviously, he hadn't gotten here by normal means.
Inspecting the displays again, Arycian's brows shot up in surprise. There were lifeforms on the surface, and distinct signs of civilization. It was inhabited. Which meant... what was Selan up to now?
He got his answer a few moments later as the world tilted crazily around him before steadying into a view of a small, cluttered room with a single wooden door. With a fond but exasperated sigh Arycian pushed open the door, stepping out into a wide, beautiful chamber decorated with silver and gold and boasting windows of dazzling colored glass arranged to form a picture. He stared despite himself, noting the exquisiteness of the craftsmanship and silently praising the makers for managing to prevent it from being too much. No, it all worked together in a way that was breathtakingly beautiful.
A deep ache in his chest arose; the way it had been done reminded him painfully of the long-destroyed Celestial Palace he'd grown up in, only with gold and glass rather than crystals.
"Isn't it beautiful?" a happy voice asked from his right, and Arycian turned to find Selan standing beside him and gazing up at the decorated ceiling with an expression of delight. "I found it quite by accident, and I had to show you..."
Smiling wryly, Arycian shook his head. "Yes, it's beautiful. Though I do wish you'd warn me before you decide to haul me off halfway across the galaxy."
Laughing, Selan rose to the tips of his toes to steal a kiss, then took Arycian's hand in his and hauled the bemused Sendrian off to go get a more up-close look at many of the room's adornments. Selan didn't appear to notice, but Arycian was quite aware of just how many of the building's proper inhabitants were staring at them.
Namely, all of them.
"Selan..." he tried, getting only an absentminded acknowledgement in response. "Selan. People are staring at us."
"Mmm? Oh, they've never seen anyone with white hair before," Selan informed him, most of his attention still on a beautiful stone relief. "I want one of these... what could I have it depict...?"
Looking around, Arycian noted mostly brown and red haircolors, with a smattering of black or gold. Definitely no white, but none of Selan's pale blue either. "Are they upset?" he asked, keeping a wary eye out.
"No, not really," came the response. "Curious, mainly. Most of them think we're from a place called Kundou - an island, I think. Or islands. Something like that."
Arycian rolled his eyes and gave up. He was going to get nothing much coherent out of Selan until his lover's attention wasn't fixed so intently upon the decor. Which meant that he should probably be looking at the decor too, as his opinion was going to be sought shortly. Selan could be very predictable in his unpredictability.
A slight murmur and shifting of the crowds alerted him to a change and he looked up from the latest bit Selan had pointed out to discover a tall, pale, slender man with short black hair striding across the room toward them. He was wearing soft grey robes the color of smoke, and as he drew nearer Arycian noted that his eyes were a brilliant shade of green.
The man stopped and looked them over carefully before nodding slightly to himself. "You are not from Pozhar." His voice was deep, rich.
Arycian grinned. "If 'Pozhar' is here, then no, we're not." He prodded Selan, then did it again, before finally rolling his eyes and grabbing his lover's shoulders to turn him around so that he was facing the grey-clad man. "He likes your building."
Selan smiled brightly, nodding, then his eyes widened ever so slightly. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to draw you away..." He flushed and glanced around the room. "I didn't realise we were causing a fuss."
There was a flash of surprise in the tall man's green eyes, then it was gone. "I merely came to investigate the furor. May I ask what brings you to Pozhar?"
Selan promptly brightened. "Your lovely..." he hesitated ever so briefly, and Arycian knew he was finding the proper word in the man's mind, "Cathedral. It reminds me of a place I used to know, a long time ago."
The man's brows rose slightly, probably as much of an expression as he ever gave. Arycian found himself rather amused, and perversely wanting to see if he could rile the man. That calm aura reminded him rather forcefully of Zantier, who was of course absolutely wonderful to piss off. Though, given that they were strangers in this man's land, he supposed he ought to behave.
"There are few places that resemble the great cathedrals of Pozhar," the man said slowly. "I would be curious to know what place it is that you speak of."
Selan opened his mouth, then shut it again, frowning slightly. "Perhaps another location," he said carefully. "Some information is better kept amongst a limited number of people."
Though the man arched a brow again, he did not comment. Instead he led them down a corridor (in which they had to stop three times so Selan could admire the decorations) and into a comfortably sized room with chairs, a table, and a small fireplace. Arycian waited while Selan chose a seat (a process that took considerably longer than usual as for some reason Selan seemed to need to make certain he was oriented properly before sitting) then took the chair immediately to Selan's left. The grey-clad man seated himself as well, folding his hands calmly in his lap and waiting.
"My name is Selan, and this is Arycian," Selan said, gesturing briefly at Arycian. "We come from a place..." his brows furrowed ever so slightly, "Very far away from here. Our original home was destroyed, and it is that lost home that your cathedral reminds me of. It was-" He broke off, looking faintly surprised, then swiveled his head to regard the door. After a moment's surprise Arycian and the other man followed suit, and a minute later the door opened and a curious, handsome man with light brown hair tipped with gold peered in.
"Dym? What are you doing in..." He trailed off and blinked at Selan and Arycian. "Oh." He let himself in, closing the door behind him, and coming over to join them.
Selan stood, clasping his hands together and giving a graceful half-bow. "My apologies for occupying your..." That pause again, and a slight furrowing of his brow. "Priest? What is a priest?" A slightly longer pause, in which Selan's confusion didn't clear in the least. "Oh. That's... complicated..."
The two natives exchanged a brief glance, then the newly arrived one ventured, "My Priest of Ashes is not that complicated..."
Arycian rolled his eyes. "We don't have priests, whatever those are, where we're from. So, y'know, if you could explain that it'd be nice. Oh, and names too. I'm sure Selan already knows, but for those of us normal people..." He flashed the brown and gold haired man a grin. "I'm Arycian, in case you missed that earlier."
"Raz," the man said slowly, "And this is Dym..." He glanced oddly at Selan. "Already knows?"
"A little bit," Selan confirmed, regarding Raz intently. "Your priest I can read just fine, but you... you're... different. There's... fire in your mind, but it doesn't burn... it's beautiful."
Raz blinked at him. So did Arycian. He'd never known Selan to have trouble reading anyone before...
"In my mind?" Raz echoed. "How can you do that? Are you a god? Though not one I know..."
Selan's brows shot up. "Not... exactly?" He spread his hands helplessly. "I'm..."
"As close to one that it doesn't really make any difference," Arycian finished for him, rolling his eyes again. "Despite what he'll tell you."
"Arycian!" Selan sputtered, and would have said more if Arycian hadn't yanked him down into his lap, one hand over his mouth to prevent the protests.
"So, Mr. Fire in his head, are you what this world defines as a god?" Arycian continued on as though he didn't have a squirming, struggling near-god in his lap. Though Selan in his lap was problematic on its own. The squirming just made everything worse.
Raz looked at the both of them for a long moment, then laughed softly. "One of them, anyway." He grinned. "Tell me, do you always treat your gods so irreverently?"
Arycian matched the grin. "Oh yeah. Though I was worse when I was little. I got mud everywhere, including on him, and often in the middle of court. Though nothing will ever trump the frog incident."
There was a vague mumble from Selan, and Arycian moved his hand so that his lover could speak. "I don't think Zantier will ever forgive you for that one," was what he said.
"Oh?" Raz's eyes positively sparkled, dancing like flickering flames as they darted to Dym and back again. "It seems that you and my priest have something in common, then. Though I do not think my Dym ever amused himself with frogs... always so serious, my priest."
Arycian snickered. "I think serious is something that no one's ever accused me of being. And really, frogs are great fun." He threw a wink at Dym. "Remind me to introduce you to a few of my favorites some time."
Raz laughed, deciding that Selan and Arycian definitely had the right idea and planted himself in Dym's lap, who looked as though he wasn't quite sure what to do now. "Dym was more fond of apples," Raz confided cheerfully. "And my singing. He snuck into my garden and brought me my apples when I didn't have time to get to them myself."
Selan giggled softly. "Arycian brought me flowers, and jewelry he'd purloined from the visiting delegates and their spouses."
"Hey!" Arycian protested. "I didn't purloin anything! I just picked them up off the floor!"
This time, Raz's grin was positively devious. "Oh, I'm the one who purloins things. Former professional thief. It's great fun."
"Really?" Selan sat up with interest. "Would you teach me?"
Dym choked, at the same time that Arycian sputtered, "Selan!" Raz blinked at him a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Sure, if you want."
Arycian promptly clasped his hand over Selan's mouth again. "No, he doesn't want," the Sendrian muttered. "He gets into enough trouble already."
Raz smirked. "Isn't that the point?"
"Exactly," Selan agreed cheerfully, having squirmed out of Arycian's grasp by devious means. "I would love to learn from an expert."
Beaming at being called an expert, Raz slid off Dym's lap, stole a quick kiss, then held out his hand to Selan. "Well then, let's go practice." Before either of the other two could stop them, they were gone.
Arycian looked at the empty space formerly occupied by his lover and the local god, then slowly slid his gaze over to meet Dym's eyes. He rather suspected their expressions matched perfectly.
"This... is a bad idea," Arycian said finally.
Dym sighed quietly. "Yes," he agreed with an air of defeat.
maderr's Lost Gods Book 2: Burning Bright.---
Having a man who may as well be a god for a lover often meant that you needed to just give up entirely on trying to understand him and just go along for the ride. Certainly it made life interesting, especially for a man who'd lived as long as he had, but sometimes it was just a little bit... strange.
Take now, for instance. Arycian distinctly remembered going to sleep in Selan's bed, in Selan's room, in the palace, with his lover in his arms. However, none of those things applied upon waking up. He was alone, in one of the smallest ships they had, and the display screen was showing a view of a lovely blue and green planet that Arycian had never seen before in his life.
Which was saying a lot.
Hauling himself out of the warm pile of blankets he'd found himself in, Arycian located a tunic and pair of pants before padding over to drop into the pilot's seat and study the readouts. He groaned aloud.
Nowhere near known space. Had the ship actually flown there, he estimated it would have taken roughly nine hundred years. Give or take. Obviously, he hadn't gotten here by normal means.
Inspecting the displays again, Arycian's brows shot up in surprise. There were lifeforms on the surface, and distinct signs of civilization. It was inhabited. Which meant... what was Selan up to now?
He got his answer a few moments later as the world tilted crazily around him before steadying into a view of a small, cluttered room with a single wooden door. With a fond but exasperated sigh Arycian pushed open the door, stepping out into a wide, beautiful chamber decorated with silver and gold and boasting windows of dazzling colored glass arranged to form a picture. He stared despite himself, noting the exquisiteness of the craftsmanship and silently praising the makers for managing to prevent it from being too much. No, it all worked together in a way that was breathtakingly beautiful.
A deep ache in his chest arose; the way it had been done reminded him painfully of the long-destroyed Celestial Palace he'd grown up in, only with gold and glass rather than crystals.
"Isn't it beautiful?" a happy voice asked from his right, and Arycian turned to find Selan standing beside him and gazing up at the decorated ceiling with an expression of delight. "I found it quite by accident, and I had to show you..."
Smiling wryly, Arycian shook his head. "Yes, it's beautiful. Though I do wish you'd warn me before you decide to haul me off halfway across the galaxy."
Laughing, Selan rose to the tips of his toes to steal a kiss, then took Arycian's hand in his and hauled the bemused Sendrian off to go get a more up-close look at many of the room's adornments. Selan didn't appear to notice, but Arycian was quite aware of just how many of the building's proper inhabitants were staring at them.
Namely, all of them.
"Selan..." he tried, getting only an absentminded acknowledgement in response. "Selan. People are staring at us."
"Mmm? Oh, they've never seen anyone with white hair before," Selan informed him, most of his attention still on a beautiful stone relief. "I want one of these... what could I have it depict...?"
Looking around, Arycian noted mostly brown and red haircolors, with a smattering of black or gold. Definitely no white, but none of Selan's pale blue either. "Are they upset?" he asked, keeping a wary eye out.
"No, not really," came the response. "Curious, mainly. Most of them think we're from a place called Kundou - an island, I think. Or islands. Something like that."
Arycian rolled his eyes and gave up. He was going to get nothing much coherent out of Selan until his lover's attention wasn't fixed so intently upon the decor. Which meant that he should probably be looking at the decor too, as his opinion was going to be sought shortly. Selan could be very predictable in his unpredictability.
A slight murmur and shifting of the crowds alerted him to a change and he looked up from the latest bit Selan had pointed out to discover a tall, pale, slender man with short black hair striding across the room toward them. He was wearing soft grey robes the color of smoke, and as he drew nearer Arycian noted that his eyes were a brilliant shade of green.
The man stopped and looked them over carefully before nodding slightly to himself. "You are not from Pozhar." His voice was deep, rich.
Arycian grinned. "If 'Pozhar' is here, then no, we're not." He prodded Selan, then did it again, before finally rolling his eyes and grabbing his lover's shoulders to turn him around so that he was facing the grey-clad man. "He likes your building."
Selan smiled brightly, nodding, then his eyes widened ever so slightly. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to draw you away..." He flushed and glanced around the room. "I didn't realise we were causing a fuss."
There was a flash of surprise in the tall man's green eyes, then it was gone. "I merely came to investigate the furor. May I ask what brings you to Pozhar?"
Selan promptly brightened. "Your lovely..." he hesitated ever so briefly, and Arycian knew he was finding the proper word in the man's mind, "Cathedral. It reminds me of a place I used to know, a long time ago."
The man's brows rose slightly, probably as much of an expression as he ever gave. Arycian found himself rather amused, and perversely wanting to see if he could rile the man. That calm aura reminded him rather forcefully of Zantier, who was of course absolutely wonderful to piss off. Though, given that they were strangers in this man's land, he supposed he ought to behave.
"There are few places that resemble the great cathedrals of Pozhar," the man said slowly. "I would be curious to know what place it is that you speak of."
Selan opened his mouth, then shut it again, frowning slightly. "Perhaps another location," he said carefully. "Some information is better kept amongst a limited number of people."
Though the man arched a brow again, he did not comment. Instead he led them down a corridor (in which they had to stop three times so Selan could admire the decorations) and into a comfortably sized room with chairs, a table, and a small fireplace. Arycian waited while Selan chose a seat (a process that took considerably longer than usual as for some reason Selan seemed to need to make certain he was oriented properly before sitting) then took the chair immediately to Selan's left. The grey-clad man seated himself as well, folding his hands calmly in his lap and waiting.
"My name is Selan, and this is Arycian," Selan said, gesturing briefly at Arycian. "We come from a place..." his brows furrowed ever so slightly, "Very far away from here. Our original home was destroyed, and it is that lost home that your cathedral reminds me of. It was-" He broke off, looking faintly surprised, then swiveled his head to regard the door. After a moment's surprise Arycian and the other man followed suit, and a minute later the door opened and a curious, handsome man with light brown hair tipped with gold peered in.
"Dym? What are you doing in..." He trailed off and blinked at Selan and Arycian. "Oh." He let himself in, closing the door behind him, and coming over to join them.
Selan stood, clasping his hands together and giving a graceful half-bow. "My apologies for occupying your..." That pause again, and a slight furrowing of his brow. "Priest? What is a priest?" A slightly longer pause, in which Selan's confusion didn't clear in the least. "Oh. That's... complicated..."
The two natives exchanged a brief glance, then the newly arrived one ventured, "My Priest of Ashes is not that complicated..."
Arycian rolled his eyes. "We don't have priests, whatever those are, where we're from. So, y'know, if you could explain that it'd be nice. Oh, and names too. I'm sure Selan already knows, but for those of us normal people..." He flashed the brown and gold haired man a grin. "I'm Arycian, in case you missed that earlier."
"Raz," the man said slowly, "And this is Dym..." He glanced oddly at Selan. "Already knows?"
"A little bit," Selan confirmed, regarding Raz intently. "Your priest I can read just fine, but you... you're... different. There's... fire in your mind, but it doesn't burn... it's beautiful."
Raz blinked at him. So did Arycian. He'd never known Selan to have trouble reading anyone before...
"In my mind?" Raz echoed. "How can you do that? Are you a god? Though not one I know..."
Selan's brows shot up. "Not... exactly?" He spread his hands helplessly. "I'm..."
"As close to one that it doesn't really make any difference," Arycian finished for him, rolling his eyes again. "Despite what he'll tell you."
"Arycian!" Selan sputtered, and would have said more if Arycian hadn't yanked him down into his lap, one hand over his mouth to prevent the protests.
"So, Mr. Fire in his head, are you what this world defines as a god?" Arycian continued on as though he didn't have a squirming, struggling near-god in his lap. Though Selan in his lap was problematic on its own. The squirming just made everything worse.
Raz looked at the both of them for a long moment, then laughed softly. "One of them, anyway." He grinned. "Tell me, do you always treat your gods so irreverently?"
Arycian matched the grin. "Oh yeah. Though I was worse when I was little. I got mud everywhere, including on him, and often in the middle of court. Though nothing will ever trump the frog incident."
There was a vague mumble from Selan, and Arycian moved his hand so that his lover could speak. "I don't think Zantier will ever forgive you for that one," was what he said.
"Oh?" Raz's eyes positively sparkled, dancing like flickering flames as they darted to Dym and back again. "It seems that you and my priest have something in common, then. Though I do not think my Dym ever amused himself with frogs... always so serious, my priest."
Arycian snickered. "I think serious is something that no one's ever accused me of being. And really, frogs are great fun." He threw a wink at Dym. "Remind me to introduce you to a few of my favorites some time."
Raz laughed, deciding that Selan and Arycian definitely had the right idea and planted himself in Dym's lap, who looked as though he wasn't quite sure what to do now. "Dym was more fond of apples," Raz confided cheerfully. "And my singing. He snuck into my garden and brought me my apples when I didn't have time to get to them myself."
Selan giggled softly. "Arycian brought me flowers, and jewelry he'd purloined from the visiting delegates and their spouses."
"Hey!" Arycian protested. "I didn't purloin anything! I just picked them up off the floor!"
This time, Raz's grin was positively devious. "Oh, I'm the one who purloins things. Former professional thief. It's great fun."
"Really?" Selan sat up with interest. "Would you teach me?"
Dym choked, at the same time that Arycian sputtered, "Selan!" Raz blinked at him a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Sure, if you want."
Arycian promptly clasped his hand over Selan's mouth again. "No, he doesn't want," the Sendrian muttered. "He gets into enough trouble already."
Raz smirked. "Isn't that the point?"
"Exactly," Selan agreed cheerfully, having squirmed out of Arycian's grasp by devious means. "I would love to learn from an expert."
Beaming at being called an expert, Raz slid off Dym's lap, stole a quick kiss, then held out his hand to Selan. "Well then, let's go practice." Before either of the other two could stop them, they were gone.
Arycian looked at the empty space formerly occupied by his lover and the local god, then slowly slid his gaze over to meet Dym's eyes. He rather suspected their expressions matched perfectly.
"This... is a bad idea," Arycian said finally.
Dym sighed quietly. "Yes," he agreed with an air of defeat.
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