Trinity Blood drabble set: Confluence
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narcasse300 words. PG. Isaak/William/Süleyman.
The morning after: three gentlemen go their separate ways.
Confluence
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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When he wakes up he’s more than a little surprised at just how warm he is, then he realises why. He’s spent the day squashed three to a bed with two less than petite companions in a hotel renowned for its discretion rather than its opulence.
They are still asleep when he quietly gathers up his clothes or at least one of them is pretending to be. In the darkness he slips out of the hotel, pausing only to pay for champagne he insisted on.
Isaak von Kämpfer vanishes into the night without a single AX Agent to stop him.
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He’s glad that he’s never been one for social niceties in the evening so he can unceremoniously tumble out of bed and stagger to the bathroom without preamble. Likewise he makes short work of cleaning himself up and rediscovering foreign clothing.
When he passes back through the bedroom he hesitates, eyes on the immobile form that remains. Bending down swiftly by the bed he kisses his companion hard on the mouth and whispers: “My real name is Süleyman.” Before he turns on his heel and all but runs for the door.
Outside, the darkness swallows him whole in an instant.
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William isn’t asleep to begin with and has more than anything been expecting to watch his companions simply slip away into the night.
The first hadn’t disappointed him, rising from the bed like a mechanical ghost on a stage and departing without a single backwards glance. That trail of black hair sweeping from the room like a curtain falling on a final act. But the second had surprised him in that quick press of lips against his and the whisper of truth like the last utterance of a dying man.
Alone, he sits up in bed and considers the discrepancy.
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There needs to be more of this at some point really or at least the William/Süleyman piece I’ve been meaning to write at any rate.
The morning after: three gentlemen go their separate ways.
Confluence
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
When he wakes up he’s more than a little surprised at just how warm he is, then he realises why. He’s spent the day squashed three to a bed with two less than petite companions in a hotel renowned for its discretion rather than its opulence.
They are still asleep when he quietly gathers up his clothes or at least one of them is pretending to be. In the darkness he slips out of the hotel, pausing only to pay for champagne he insisted on.
Isaak von Kämpfer vanishes into the night without a single AX Agent to stop him.
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He’s glad that he’s never been one for social niceties in the evening so he can unceremoniously tumble out of bed and stagger to the bathroom without preamble. Likewise he makes short work of cleaning himself up and rediscovering foreign clothing.
When he passes back through the bedroom he hesitates, eyes on the immobile form that remains. Bending down swiftly by the bed he kisses his companion hard on the mouth and whispers: “My real name is Süleyman.” Before he turns on his heel and all but runs for the door.
Outside, the darkness swallows him whole in an instant.
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William isn’t asleep to begin with and has more than anything been expecting to watch his companions simply slip away into the night.
The first hadn’t disappointed him, rising from the bed like a mechanical ghost on a stage and departing without a single backwards glance. That trail of black hair sweeping from the room like a curtain falling on a final act. But the second had surprised him in that quick press of lips against his and the whisper of truth like the last utterance of a dying man.
Alone, he sits up in bed and considers the discrepancy.
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There needs to be more of this at some point really or at least the William/Süleyman piece I’ve been meaning to write at any rate.
