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fe_yaoi Pairing Challenge story I'm working on... (BTW, the pairing is Pent/Lucius... And I haven't got to the actual pairing yet, even though I'm like halfway done. ^_^; Stupid long setup...)
As night fell upon the current encampment of Lord Eliwood's army, the monk known as Lucius suddenly hurried out of the healer's tent, while girlish giggling spilled out from behind him... He then heaved a sigh of relief.
While Lucius struggled to find his own tent in the darkness, the monk then ran a hand over his blond hair uneasily, and tried to recall how on earth he had gotten himself into that predicament, in the first place...
***
It had all started earlier in the day, around sunset, as Lucius was strolling innocently across the camp... That was when he was then halted in his tracks by the Ostian cleric, Serra.
"Oh, hello Serra," greeted the monk kindly, as the young woman stopped in front of him. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Um, yes... Actually, there is, Lucius," said Serra, twirling the end of one of her long, pink ponytails nervously around a finger. "There's something that I wanted to ask you about... But would you mind if I asked you the question, in private?"
"Of course not," Lucius replied, somewhat mystified by Serra's behaviour. The normally loud and assertive cleric was coming across as shy and flustered, all of a sudden...
"Oh, thank you so much!" exclaimed Serra gratefully.
The cleric then grabbed the startled monk's hand, and pulled him inside the healer's tent, which was convieniently nearby.
"So Serra, what's this all about?" asked the monk, in a polite tone. The cleric had finally released his hand, having led her confidant within the safety of the tent.
Serra avoided his gaze. "Well, like I said, Lucius... I wanted to to ask you this question privately, so here it is..." The cleric then began to stammer.
"Do you mind... Do you mind..." Serra then took a deep breath, and managed to blurt out her request. "Do you mind if I comb your hair, Lucius?"
"Comb my hair...?" asked Lucius, in a bewildered tone.
"Um, yes... You just have such lovely hair..." remarked Serra reverently. She reached out to touch a tendril of the monk's golden locks, but pulled her hand back with blush, when she realized what she was doing.
"I'm so envious... I wish I had hair as fine and shiny as yours," she sighed, in an admiring tone.
Meanwhile, Lucius continued to stare at Serra in surprise. Although he certainly found her request to be somewhat odd, he couldn't see any harm in it... Besides, there was a pleading look in the cleric's eyes that the monk just didn't have the heart to refuse.
"Well, I suppose it would be all right..." replied Lucius hesitantly... At this, Serra's mood brightened.
"Oh, good! Now, you just sit over here," she commanded, indicating one of the pallets upon which injured soldiers usually lay, "and I'll comb out your hair." The cleric promptly produced a comb from a pouch on her belt, as Lucius seated himself comfortably, if a tad nervously, upon a nearby cot.
Serra was just about to start combing out the monk's hair, when the two were suddenly interrupted.
"Um, hello...?" called a girl's voice, from outside the tent.
As both cleric and monk looked up rather guiltily at this, the flap to the healer's tent then flipped open, and the archer known as Rebecca poked her head inside.
"Sorry to bother you..." she began shyly, "But I was wondering if you had any spare vulneraries in here; I've nearly run out..."
Rebecca then trailed off, as she took in the odd sight of Serra with a lock of Lucius's hair in one hand, and a wooden comb in the other.
"...What are you two doing?" asked the archer, in a curious tone.
"Oh, I'm just giving Lucius a new hairstyle," replied Serra airily.
"What?" gasped Lucius, mortified. Serra had never said anything about that!
The monk suddenly envisioned himself wearing the long, twin ponytails that the cleric sported, and fought back a visible shudder.
Meanwhile, the archer's eyes had lit up. "Oh, really? Hang on a second... I have the perfect ribbon that would go with his hair!" Then Rebecca dashed out of the tent, her request forgotten.
As soon as she was gone, Lucius found himself questioning Serra tentatively, "Um... You don't mean to give me your hairstyle, do you, Serra?"
"Oh no, silly!" laughed the cleric. "I was thinking of gathering some of your hair up here," she said, demonstrating the described hairstyle on him, "and tying it off..."
Rebecca returned just then, with Nino in tow, who also had some ideas on how to style Lucius's hair... The monk then found himself trying to resist the urge to fidget in his seat, as various hands played with his long, golden hair, and the girls began to argue about what hairstyle they should give him.
They were interrupted a couple of times during this process... Once by Sain, who was probably lured in by all the girlish giggles; he had entered the healer's tent on the pretense of needing medical attention... And was promptly pelted with various hair ornaments for his pains.
Priscilla had also walked in on them at one point, as she shared the healer's quarters with Serra; she had then backed out of the tent, visibly smothering laughter from behind her hands. Lucius had hoped for some sympathy from her, as he was a friend of her brother's; but no such luck...
After the three girls toyed with Lucius's hair for what seemed like an eternity for the poor monk, they finally settled on a simple, loose braid for him, with tendrils of his hair hanging on either side of his face.
Lucius was too embarassed at this point to tell them that the braid felt too tight, and was giving him a headache; so he sat patiently as all three girls fussed around him and cooed over his new look. Finally however, the monk was able to make his excuses and take his leave, leaving their sighs and protests behind him.
***
So, it was way past nightfall, when Lucius managed to exit the healer's tent... And the monk now found himself having to navigate his way across the now-darkened encampment, and through the maze of pitched tents, to find his own quarters.
The monk was curious to know if Raven was waiting impatiently for him, as they shared a tent together; also, for some reason, he couldn't help wondering what his roommate would think of his new hairstyle...
The braid was an unusual weight upon his hair, though... Lucius found himself flipping it over from shoulder to shoulder, until he finally settled to have it drape down his back, naturally.
The monk mentally reminded himself to untie his hair as soon as he reached the safety of his own tent; he didn't want to hurt the girls' feelings by undoing all their hard work, while he was still in plain sight of the entire camp.
fe_yaoi Pairing Challenge story I'm working on... (BTW, the pairing is Pent/Lucius... And I haven't got to the actual pairing yet, even though I'm like halfway done. ^_^; Stupid long setup...)As night fell upon the current encampment of Lord Eliwood's army, the monk known as Lucius suddenly hurried out of the healer's tent, while girlish giggling spilled out from behind him... He then heaved a sigh of relief.
While Lucius struggled to find his own tent in the darkness, the monk then ran a hand over his blond hair uneasily, and tried to recall how on earth he had gotten himself into that predicament, in the first place...
***
It had all started earlier in the day, around sunset, as Lucius was strolling innocently across the camp... That was when he was then halted in his tracks by the Ostian cleric, Serra.
"Oh, hello Serra," greeted the monk kindly, as the young woman stopped in front of him. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Um, yes... Actually, there is, Lucius," said Serra, twirling the end of one of her long, pink ponytails nervously around a finger. "There's something that I wanted to ask you about... But would you mind if I asked you the question, in private?"
"Of course not," Lucius replied, somewhat mystified by Serra's behaviour. The normally loud and assertive cleric was coming across as shy and flustered, all of a sudden...
"Oh, thank you so much!" exclaimed Serra gratefully.
The cleric then grabbed the startled monk's hand, and pulled him inside the healer's tent, which was convieniently nearby.
"So Serra, what's this all about?" asked the monk, in a polite tone. The cleric had finally released his hand, having led her confidant within the safety of the tent.
Serra avoided his gaze. "Well, like I said, Lucius... I wanted to to ask you this question privately, so here it is..." The cleric then began to stammer.
"Do you mind... Do you mind..." Serra then took a deep breath, and managed to blurt out her request. "Do you mind if I comb your hair, Lucius?"
"Comb my hair...?" asked Lucius, in a bewildered tone.
"Um, yes... You just have such lovely hair..." remarked Serra reverently. She reached out to touch a tendril of the monk's golden locks, but pulled her hand back with blush, when she realized what she was doing.
"I'm so envious... I wish I had hair as fine and shiny as yours," she sighed, in an admiring tone.
Meanwhile, Lucius continued to stare at Serra in surprise. Although he certainly found her request to be somewhat odd, he couldn't see any harm in it... Besides, there was a pleading look in the cleric's eyes that the monk just didn't have the heart to refuse.
"Well, I suppose it would be all right..." replied Lucius hesitantly... At this, Serra's mood brightened.
"Oh, good! Now, you just sit over here," she commanded, indicating one of the pallets upon which injured soldiers usually lay, "and I'll comb out your hair." The cleric promptly produced a comb from a pouch on her belt, as Lucius seated himself comfortably, if a tad nervously, upon a nearby cot.
Serra was just about to start combing out the monk's hair, when the two were suddenly interrupted.
"Um, hello...?" called a girl's voice, from outside the tent.
As both cleric and monk looked up rather guiltily at this, the flap to the healer's tent then flipped open, and the archer known as Rebecca poked her head inside.
"Sorry to bother you..." she began shyly, "But I was wondering if you had any spare vulneraries in here; I've nearly run out..."
Rebecca then trailed off, as she took in the odd sight of Serra with a lock of Lucius's hair in one hand, and a wooden comb in the other.
"...What are you two doing?" asked the archer, in a curious tone.
"Oh, I'm just giving Lucius a new hairstyle," replied Serra airily.
"What?" gasped Lucius, mortified. Serra had never said anything about that!
The monk suddenly envisioned himself wearing the long, twin ponytails that the cleric sported, and fought back a visible shudder.
Meanwhile, the archer's eyes had lit up. "Oh, really? Hang on a second... I have the perfect ribbon that would go with his hair!" Then Rebecca dashed out of the tent, her request forgotten.
As soon as she was gone, Lucius found himself questioning Serra tentatively, "Um... You don't mean to give me your hairstyle, do you, Serra?"
"Oh no, silly!" laughed the cleric. "I was thinking of gathering some of your hair up here," she said, demonstrating the described hairstyle on him, "and tying it off..."
Rebecca returned just then, with Nino in tow, who also had some ideas on how to style Lucius's hair... The monk then found himself trying to resist the urge to fidget in his seat, as various hands played with his long, golden hair, and the girls began to argue about what hairstyle they should give him.
They were interrupted a couple of times during this process... Once by Sain, who was probably lured in by all the girlish giggles; he had entered the healer's tent on the pretense of needing medical attention... And was promptly pelted with various hair ornaments for his pains.
Priscilla had also walked in on them at one point, as she shared the healer's quarters with Serra; she had then backed out of the tent, visibly smothering laughter from behind her hands. Lucius had hoped for some sympathy from her, as he was a friend of her brother's; but no such luck...
After the three girls toyed with Lucius's hair for what seemed like an eternity for the poor monk, they finally settled on a simple, loose braid for him, with tendrils of his hair hanging on either side of his face.
Lucius was too embarassed at this point to tell them that the braid felt too tight, and was giving him a headache; so he sat patiently as all three girls fussed around him and cooed over his new look. Finally however, the monk was able to make his excuses and take his leave, leaving their sighs and protests behind him.
***
So, it was way past nightfall, when Lucius managed to exit the healer's tent... And the monk now found himself having to navigate his way across the now-darkened encampment, and through the maze of pitched tents, to find his own quarters.
The monk was curious to know if Raven was waiting impatiently for him, as they shared a tent together; also, for some reason, he couldn't help wondering what his roommate would think of his new hairstyle...
The braid was an unusual weight upon his hair, though... Lucius found himself flipping it over from shoulder to shoulder, until he finally settled to have it drape down his back, naturally.
The monk mentally reminded himself to untie his hair as soon as he reached the safety of his own tent; he didn't want to hurt the girls' feelings by undoing all their hard work, while he was still in plain sight of the entire camp.
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