Angels and Devils

Angels and Devils
by Mirien

Story Notes

Originally posted to Raythoo LJ group, Aug. 2006.

Ok, my first proper Wraeththu fic, posted here with much trepidation! Please read Author’s note about AU’ness! And thank you, Ms Constantine, for the gift of your wonderful characters.

Warning: Loss of temper in a public place, harish snarkiness.

Spoilers: For *thinks* book 3 onwards really.

Summary: How can Ashmael and Terzian ever tolerate each other, under ANY circumstances?

Disclaimer: I love and respect Storm Constantine’s Wraeththu characters and humbly use their names here. Any screw ups and deliberate mangling of story are all mine.

Authors’ note: This is based on an IM RPG and is about as AU as it is possible to get – REALLY.

Angels and Devils

The parade was vast, stretching from the barracks, through streets used mostly by the Gelaming army, snaking along the glittering waterfront and up through the wide avenues of Immanion, close to the lofty heart of the city, alone on its leafy hill. Phaonica dreamed in the sun, a shining enchantment, aloof as its first Tigron. But today, even it, reflecting the mood of the city, seemed to be smiling.

Everyhar had turned out to watch, dressed in their finest. Hara stood in flowing robes, or artfully cut, impeccably worn concoctions of close fitting leather and silk, some with wide eyed harlings in their arms. Terzian noted they did not point as the parade passed them. Gelaming did not point, not even at him, the Varr, the curiosity. Instead the adults bent to explain in hushed tones.

One child, Gelaming beautiful, tugged at his hostling’s arm, looking up as the har on the powerful black horse rode by, dressed from head to toe in black leather, knee high boots adorned with shining buckles glittering in the sun. He was lean, sharp featured, mercilessly beautiful, his dark blond hair cut short, that in itself a curiosity to the harling, who was used to hara with flowing hair, cut in elaborate styles. This har’s hair was short, functional, aggressively male. Yet that maleness was enhanced by the subtle elegance of the feminine, carefully hidden. He was stunning.

“Who is that?” the child wanted to know, intrigued and delighted, eyes shining.

Elegant lips curled, eyes bore hints of reluctant memories, but otherwise, his hostling’s face betrayed nothing. “That is Terzian har Varr.”

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Magnetism

Magnetism
by Em

Story Notes

Pairing: Seel/Cal

Summary: Continuation of pre-inception Cal/Seel boysmut (Flickering Sway). As requested: what happens when Seel tries to get Cal up for school.

Rating: R

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Storm Constantine and are borrowed with the most sincere respect.

Magnetism

All roads lead to Cal’s house – or so it seemed. Seel was drawn there like it had a magnetic force. A current swept down the cracked and dirtied streets; one that left Seel floundering helpless, struggling. No matter how hard he tried he could not fight its strength and so ended up exhausted, blissfully drifting towards the large which house that had dead leaves strewn across the once immaculate lawn.

This morning the front door was slightly ajar so Seel was drawn there instead of sliding down the side of the house to creep into Cal’s room the way he otherwise would have. There were no cars in the driveway and when Seel called out a greeting as he hesitantly pushed the door open there was no reply.

Hesitating a moment, Seel considered leaving; thought about sliding the door closed again and simply walking to school. His satchel hung heavily on his shoulder. But that current still swirled around his ankles, trying to draw him into the dark, mute house. He stepped through the threshold and pushed the door behind him. It closed with a loud click that seemed offensive in the silence.

Seel’s sandaled feet barely made a noise as he walked down the dark hallway. He paused in the doorway to the lounge where he and Cal had embraced the night before. Empty glasses and a bottle stood on the table in front of the couch. The stain of the wine Seel had spilled still clung to the floor. It had spread- a dark stain, matte and black against the shining wood.

Seel stared at it a moment before making his way up the stairs. The house’s silence seemed stifling. Was Cal even here? He paused at the door to Cal’s room then knocked softly.

There was no reply, but when Seel pushed the door open he peered through the gloom and saw a small lump covered in blankets on Cal’s bed.

“Cal?” Seel whispered. He pushed the door closed, eager to shut off the rest of the house.

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Flickering Sway

Flickering Sway
by Em

Story Notes

Pairing: Seel/Cal pre inception

Rating: R-NC17

Summary: Is it wraeththu? is it just an excuse for boyonboy smut? Who can tell! Cal and Seel in their pre-inception days. Warning! Blatant boysmut!

Spoilers: Pre-Wraeththu, so none really.

Disclaimer Characters belong to Storm Constantine- borrowed with the best intentions. Has not seen a beta. Mistakes are my own.

Flickering Sway

It was growing dark by the time Cal and Seel reached Cal’s large white house. The evening air was thick and damp; the heat from the day still lingering. It clung to Seel’s skin, making him sweat and making his thin shirt to stick to his back. The smell of smoke hung in Seel’s hair and when he sniffed his shirt, he thought he smelt like Cal. They had left school early and spent the rest of the afternoon lying in sun warmed long grass out the back of a disused mechanics’.

The heat, cigarettes and Cal’s slim hands occasionally brushing against Seel’s skin as they lay and talked had left Seel feeling warm and sluggish. When the sky started to turn orange Cal had sat up and said, “Come to my house. We’ll get some food.”

So Seel followed him down the chipped and graffitied sidewalks to a neighborhood with fewer weeds and less graffiti. Cal led him into the dark house, pausing to switch on a light only when they reached the kitchen.

Seel dropped his worn satchel and sat on a stool beside the large work station in the middle of the room. Cal immediately disappeared into large pantry.

“Where are your parents?” Seel asked. He lifted his damp hair off the back of his neck, hoping the air would be cooler when it touched his sweaty skin.

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