He oofed quietly as a firm body collided with his own, sending them both crashing to the rooftop from which he'd been observing the city. As usual, he somehow managed to wind up on the bottom, pinned securely beneath a grinning, bright-eyed body.
He really hated that grin. Vampires should not grin.
"Get off."
Sebastian's grin only widened and he settled himself more comfortably over Julian's hips. "Missed you too. But you're going to love what I found this time!"
Julian closed his eyes and counted slowly to sixteen, in Ancient Macedonian. "If you do not get off of me this instant I am going to rip out your throat and bathe in your dying blood before feeding your entrails to the dogs."
There was far too much brilliant, slightly-exasperated blue as Sebastian rolled his so expressive eyes. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening," he said, and ignored Julian's threats in favor of bracing his arms on Julian's chest and leaning down until their noses were nearly touching. "You were thinking again, weren't you?" he asked, his voice softer, somehow, than it had been before.
For a moment Julian's lips tightened and he gathered the words to deny it, staring up into Sebastian's so bright eyes (blue, so blue, like the sky he only remembered from books and paintings) then he turned his head and looked away. Defeated, again.
"Mmm, thought so," Sebastian murmured, squirming just a bit so that he could lie flat upon Julian, his head on Julian's shoulder. "You think too much."
"You think too little," Julian snapped back, though without any real heat. Anyone else who dared to get so close to him, to touch him, would have been long dead. Sebastian, as ever, defied convention.
"Probably," Sebastian agreed cheerfully, stealing a quick kiss before bouncing to his feet and offering Julian a hand up. Julian was tempted to simply ignore it, but then Sebastian gave him that crooked, happy smile, and with a reluctant sigh he accepted the help.
Accepting the hand up, however, did not mean he'd given Sebastian permission to grope him once he was back on his feet.
Julian bared his fangs and took a step back, away from the touch that would send him into madness far more swiftly than anything else. "You test your luck, child."
"Mmm hmm," Sebastian agreed absently, already invading Julian's space again to slip his hand into Julian's own and tug him away from the roof's edge. "Come on, Mr. Grumpy Fangs. We'll get breakfast then I'll show you what I found, mmkay?"
"I hate you," Julian muttered, but he went without a fight as Sebastian dragged him down from his rooftop and back into the world he ever watched, but was never a part of.
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dancing_serpent
Vampires
Date: 2008-01-13 12:08 am (UTC)"Julian!"
He oofed quietly as a firm body collided with his own, sending them both crashing to the rooftop from which he'd been observing the city. As usual, he somehow managed to wind up on the bottom, pinned securely beneath a grinning, bright-eyed body.
He really hated that grin. Vampires should not grin.
"Get off."
Sebastian's grin only widened and he settled himself more comfortably over Julian's hips. "Missed you too. But you're going to love what I found this time!"
Julian closed his eyes and counted slowly to sixteen, in Ancient Macedonian. "If you do not get off of me this instant I am going to rip out your throat and bathe in your dying blood before feeding your entrails to the dogs."
There was far too much brilliant, slightly-exasperated blue as Sebastian rolled his so expressive eyes. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening," he said, and ignored Julian's threats in favor of bracing his arms on Julian's chest and leaning down until their noses were nearly touching. "You were thinking again, weren't you?" he asked, his voice softer, somehow, than it had been before.
For a moment Julian's lips tightened and he gathered the words to deny it, staring up into Sebastian's so bright eyes (blue, so blue, like the sky he only remembered from books and paintings) then he turned his head and looked away. Defeated, again.
"Mmm, thought so," Sebastian murmured, squirming just a bit so that he could lie flat upon Julian, his head on Julian's shoulder. "You think too much."
"You think too little," Julian snapped back, though without any real heat. Anyone else who dared to get so close to him, to touch him, would have been long dead. Sebastian, as ever, defied convention.
"Probably," Sebastian agreed cheerfully, stealing a quick kiss before bouncing to his feet and offering Julian a hand up. Julian was tempted to simply ignore it, but then Sebastian gave him that crooked, happy smile, and with a reluctant sigh he accepted the help.
Accepting the hand up, however, did not mean he'd given Sebastian permission to grope him once he was back on his feet.
Julian bared his fangs and took a step back, away from the touch that would send him into madness far more swiftly than anything else. "You test your luck, child."
"Mmm hmm," Sebastian agreed absently, already invading Julian's space again to slip his hand into Julian's own and tug him away from the roof's edge. "Come on, Mr. Grumpy Fangs. We'll get breakfast then I'll show you what I found, mmkay?"
"I hate you," Julian muttered, but he went without a fight as Sebastian dragged him down from his rooftop and back into the world he ever watched, but was never a part of.
Except for when Sebastian dragged him into it.