Fic: Overcast Skies
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csi_sanders1129Title: Overcast Skies
Chapters: 2/10 - Wind
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csi_sanders1129
Genre: Romance.
Ratings: K+
Word Count: ~1025
Pairings/Characters: Cain/Glitch. Possible others later.
Synopsis: Cain & Ambrose's relationship progresses like the changes in the weather around them.
Comments: Sorry this chapter took so long to get up. I was fiddling with the order and stuff. Ummm... enjoy! For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane challenge.
01 - Snow.
After the snow came the wind. A blinding, brute force windstorm, to be exact.
Power - which had been restored to the Palace once the blizzard had cleared - was now flickering in and out of functionality. The shrill howl of the wind could be heard from all parts of the grand ice palace, and often kept its current residents awake through the nights.
It was on the sixth night that a drowsy figure wandered into Cain’s chambers - the room that they‘d shared that first night here. Only to find the man suspiciously absent.
“Cain?” Ambrose called, eyes scanning the dark room. The bed was still made and there was no sign of the tin man’s presence. So, he went to search elsewhere.
The study - where Cain could sometimes be found, was equally deserted. As were the Dining Hall, and Observatory.
Ahamo was in the Ballroom, directing several of the staff in the preparations for the Ball DG was planning.
“Have you seen Cain anywhere, Your Highness?” Ambrose inquired, bowing in respect for the King. “I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“No, Ambrose, you might check with the girls, though. They’re downstairs with Tutor.” He said, moving to correct the placement of several crafted patterns of colored paper that Ambrose had helped design.
He nodded. “I’ll do that, thank you.”
Ambrose spotted DG and Azkadellia in the entranceway - where DG had reported Glitch had been attacked by MoBats during their struggles to free the OZ - and stopped the girls in their late night lesson with Tutor.
“Princesses, have you, by chance, seen our stoic Tin Man wandering about?”
DG nodded toward the stairs he‘d just come from. “He’s in the old wing. Been up there for a good while now.”
Ambrose paused. “The old wing? Why would he be there?” He furrowed his brow and took off in that direction, when neither Princess gave him a reply.
The old wing, as it had come to be known, was the area that the royal family had previously inhabited. Most of it was now under construction - especially one room, in which a glass window had shattered -- Then it clicked.
Glitch’s memories were hard to come to grips with, and only when needed did they seem to come forward. This was apparently one of those times.
“DG?” The headcase called into the eerie silence of the evidently abandoned hall of the ice palace. “Raw?”
No answer came as he followed their previous path up to what had once been DG’s room. The chill in the air - which had not been present before, made him shiver. And then he saw the great, gaping hole in the wall.
“Oh, my…” He gasped, spotting the metallic silver of Cain’s weapon cast to the ground, and just a few feet from that was the man’s beloved hat. He moved closer to what had once been a window, eyes peering downward to see a large break in the ice and a figure curled up beside it, already half covered in snow. “Cain!”
The memory spurred Ambrose into action, following the familiar path to the younger princess’s childhood room with a quickness in his step that had not previously been there.
“Cain?” He called tentatively, the familiar feel of that chill in the air making his mind replay that memory all over again. “Cain! Are you here?”
The window had been patched, but the wind had blown the covering away, allowing gusts of wind to shake the room. The furniture that had been present in his memory was missing now - most likely moved or in storage, but it was certainly the same place.
He neared the drop off by the broken window, swallowing hard before glancing down, half expecting to see the tin man lying there once again.
An arm curled around his torso, pulling him away from the jagged edge. “I wouldn’t stand so close, if I were you. It‘s kind of a long drop”
Suddenly warm and comfortable in the other’s arm, his mind was put to ease. “You scared me.” Ambrose accused.
“I’m sorry.” Cain replied, still urging Ambrose away from the window. “How’d you know I’d be here? This wing has like 27 rooms.”
“I remembered.” He said, as Cain was aware of the loss of some of Glitch’s memories. “When I couldn’t find you, I remembered.”
They began the trek back to the hall where their respective rooms were located in a companionable silence.
“Would you like to come in for a while?” Cain inquired, when they stopped at his door.
Ambrose nodded, following the man into the familiar room. He’d been spending a lot of time with the other man, and tonight was no different.
“You’ll be pleased to know that the balcony is almost accessible. The wind has been blowing away the snow and ice.” Cain informed him, trying the doors once more as he did every night.
Surprisingly the twin doors came flying open, aided by the gusting wind. However, there seemed to be somewhat of a block in the current of air that left the balcony free from most of the vicious winds torrent. Enough for them to step outside.
Ambrose treaded carefully on the still slick ground, Cain just behind him. “The view is gorgeous.” He gasped in surprise, staring out over the other mountains. Even through the winds, the lights of Central City could be seen way off in the distance.
“Yeah, I’ll say.” Cain echoed, arms curling once again around the Advisors frame.
“What are you…?” Ambrose spun in the other’s grasp, but his question was cut off with the press of lips on his own.
One of Cain’s hands settled on Ambrose’s hip, the other coming up to cup the back of the man’s head, pulling him that little bit closer, while the Advisor practically melted under the ambush of emotions. Even the ice and snow around them didn’t take away the warmth of Cain’s body so close to his.
“Looks like the ice finally thawed.” Cain said, a moment later, when they were forced to separate, a huge smile on his face.
Chapters: 2/10 - Wind
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Romance.
Ratings: K+
Word Count: ~1025
Pairings/Characters: Cain/Glitch. Possible others later.
Synopsis: Cain & Ambrose's relationship progresses like the changes in the weather around them.
Comments: Sorry this chapter took so long to get up. I was fiddling with the order and stuff. Ummm... enjoy! For the
mission_insane challenge.01 - Snow.
After the snow came the wind. A blinding, brute force windstorm, to be exact.
Power - which had been restored to the Palace once the blizzard had cleared - was now flickering in and out of functionality. The shrill howl of the wind could be heard from all parts of the grand ice palace, and often kept its current residents awake through the nights.
It was on the sixth night that a drowsy figure wandered into Cain’s chambers - the room that they‘d shared that first night here. Only to find the man suspiciously absent.
“Cain?” Ambrose called, eyes scanning the dark room. The bed was still made and there was no sign of the tin man’s presence. So, he went to search elsewhere.
The study - where Cain could sometimes be found, was equally deserted. As were the Dining Hall, and Observatory.
Ahamo was in the Ballroom, directing several of the staff in the preparations for the Ball DG was planning.
“Have you seen Cain anywhere, Your Highness?” Ambrose inquired, bowing in respect for the King. “I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”
“No, Ambrose, you might check with the girls, though. They’re downstairs with Tutor.” He said, moving to correct the placement of several crafted patterns of colored paper that Ambrose had helped design.
He nodded. “I’ll do that, thank you.”
Ambrose spotted DG and Azkadellia in the entranceway - where DG had reported Glitch had been attacked by MoBats during their struggles to free the OZ - and stopped the girls in their late night lesson with Tutor.
“Princesses, have you, by chance, seen our stoic Tin Man wandering about?”
DG nodded toward the stairs he‘d just come from. “He’s in the old wing. Been up there for a good while now.”
Ambrose paused. “The old wing? Why would he be there?” He furrowed his brow and took off in that direction, when neither Princess gave him a reply.
The old wing, as it had come to be known, was the area that the royal family had previously inhabited. Most of it was now under construction - especially one room, in which a glass window had shattered -- Then it clicked.
Glitch’s memories were hard to come to grips with, and only when needed did they seem to come forward. This was apparently one of those times.
“DG?” The headcase called into the eerie silence of the evidently abandoned hall of the ice palace. “Raw?”
No answer came as he followed their previous path up to what had once been DG’s room. The chill in the air - which had not been present before, made him shiver. And then he saw the great, gaping hole in the wall.
“Oh, my…” He gasped, spotting the metallic silver of Cain’s weapon cast to the ground, and just a few feet from that was the man’s beloved hat. He moved closer to what had once been a window, eyes peering downward to see a large break in the ice and a figure curled up beside it, already half covered in snow. “Cain!”
The memory spurred Ambrose into action, following the familiar path to the younger princess’s childhood room with a quickness in his step that had not previously been there.
“Cain?” He called tentatively, the familiar feel of that chill in the air making his mind replay that memory all over again. “Cain! Are you here?”
The window had been patched, but the wind had blown the covering away, allowing gusts of wind to shake the room. The furniture that had been present in his memory was missing now - most likely moved or in storage, but it was certainly the same place.
He neared the drop off by the broken window, swallowing hard before glancing down, half expecting to see the tin man lying there once again.
An arm curled around his torso, pulling him away from the jagged edge. “I wouldn’t stand so close, if I were you. It‘s kind of a long drop”
Suddenly warm and comfortable in the other’s arm, his mind was put to ease. “You scared me.” Ambrose accused.
“I’m sorry.” Cain replied, still urging Ambrose away from the window. “How’d you know I’d be here? This wing has like 27 rooms.”
“I remembered.” He said, as Cain was aware of the loss of some of Glitch’s memories. “When I couldn’t find you, I remembered.”
They began the trek back to the hall where their respective rooms were located in a companionable silence.
“Would you like to come in for a while?” Cain inquired, when they stopped at his door.
Ambrose nodded, following the man into the familiar room. He’d been spending a lot of time with the other man, and tonight was no different.
“You’ll be pleased to know that the balcony is almost accessible. The wind has been blowing away the snow and ice.” Cain informed him, trying the doors once more as he did every night.
Surprisingly the twin doors came flying open, aided by the gusting wind. However, there seemed to be somewhat of a block in the current of air that left the balcony free from most of the vicious winds torrent. Enough for them to step outside.
Ambrose treaded carefully on the still slick ground, Cain just behind him. “The view is gorgeous.” He gasped in surprise, staring out over the other mountains. Even through the winds, the lights of Central City could be seen way off in the distance.
“Yeah, I’ll say.” Cain echoed, arms curling once again around the Advisors frame.
“What are you…?” Ambrose spun in the other’s grasp, but his question was cut off with the press of lips on his own.
One of Cain’s hands settled on Ambrose’s hip, the other coming up to cup the back of the man’s head, pulling him that little bit closer, while the Advisor practically melted under the ambush of emotions. Even the ice and snow around them didn’t take away the warmth of Cain’s body so close to his.
“Looks like the ice finally thawed.” Cain said, a moment later, when they were forced to separate, a huge smile on his face.
