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Champagne and stained glass windows
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FIC : Champagne and stained glass windows. (Camus x Milo drabble)
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Camus x Milo
Rating : R
Warnings : Silly fic.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
Completely unrelated to the disclaimer, but drop by my website if you want to see Saint Seiya fanarts I also do. ^_^ *lol* It’s here --> http://tokyo.cool.ne.jp/sagakure/index.html
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“Leave me alone !! If you have nothing more interesting to say, get the hell out of my f***** temple!” – the alcohol made Milo slur, even though he had only drank two glasses of whisky. Athena’s saints were raised to be always prepared for battle and to die for their goddess, but all their training also made them often very unprepared to things that would be common for most young people of their age. Drinking was one of them, and Milo’s resistance to alcohol was clearly not very great.
“I can’t leave you alone when you’re behaving like this!! As a friend, no, even as a fellow saint, I have the duty to make sure you won’t be doing anything stupid!” – Camus had spent the past minutes trying to pry the bottle off the younger saint’s fingers, with no success.
“It’s my life!! It’s none of you business if tonight I want to drink until I fall!!” – Milo growled, in a very undignified manner.
Camus sighed. He wasn’t taking the right approach, maybe trying something different would make things work better : “If it’s passing out that you want, you should drink Champagne, mon ami. Whisky not only is a drink that tastes like bitter medication, but it also will make you stay awake.”
“You say that only because you French can’t stand the English. And I don’t have Champagne here anyway.” – the Scorpio saint mumbled, taking another swig directly off the bottle.
“It saddens me to see that you think that I would lower myself to base my opinion on what some of my countrymen might think of other countries. And if you want Champagne, I have plenty of it at my temple.” – the ice saint let out, before strategically turning his back to Milo and preparing himself to walk back up to the Aquarius temple. He sensed that the young man’s depressive mood was most likely influenced by his cold behaviour earlier, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why or what in it was ticking Milo off so much. So all he could do was try to maneuver the explosive Scorpio saint into letting the information slip out himself.
“For real?”-Milo asked, not believing his own ears.
The Aquarius saint had a small smile of satisfaction, before turning to say : “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”
*****
One bottle of Camus’ best Mumm’s champagne was already down –of which he had drank only a flute, while Milo drank all the rest, directly off the bottle -, and the Scorpio saint was trying to open a second one, but the amount of alcohol in his blood made that his fingers didn’t seem to want to obey him and uncork the bottle properly.
Not willing to help Milo with that, Camus only watched, biding his time to be more effective when he would finally strike.
But Milo was never a patient man, and the bottle’s resistance irritating him, he ended up shaking it a little too much, and the cork suddenly flew up with a loud explosion sound and went like a bullet right through one of the tall stained glass windows of the room. Shattering completely the piece of art and earning a horrified look from the ice saint, who had chosen carefully each of these windows for the private area of his temple. Carried by the momentum of the bottle, Milo fell backwards on Camus bed, where they had been sitting while drinking.
When he managed to stop staring with wide eyes at the countless pieces of colourful glass in the ground, Camus turned an angry face to Milo, who was now curled up, facing away from him on the bed, and said, in a voice whose timber was finally starting to be altered by the annoyance : “Will you at least tell me why you want so much to pass out from drinking ?!”
After a long silent pause, Milo whispered in a drunk but miserable voice : “Which reason would be better than unrequited love, for someone to want to drink until they can’t think about anything anymore?” – and Camus finally realised by the shaking in the younger saint’s voice that he was crying.
Surprised, the ice saint leaned over his friend’s body and asked : “Unrequited love??! But who is it that refused you? You could have anyone in Sanctuary if you wanted.”
The Scorpio saint looked up, so furious that he forgot to hide his tear-streaked face, but he quickly understood that Camus was sincerely clueless. After letting out a sigh, he looked down, his eyes filled with sadness, and sat back on the bed. “You wouldn’t know, anyway.”
“But I seriously want to help you! How can I leave you in this state without doing anything?!”
Milo looked back with an undecipherable expression in his eyes for a moment, then flung himself over the older saint, making their bodies tumble over back on the bed, and kissed him savagely, with a desperation and a passion that caught Camus completely off guard.
“Now you see. And now you can throw me out. I’ll understand if you hate me now…” – the younger saint’s voice trailed off in shame, and he dropped his gaze to the ground, afraid to face his friend.
And Camus finally understood. It also led him to realise what had been going on for so long, and why the Scorpio saint’s behaviour was often so strange. All this time trying to hint, trying to make him understand, perhaps too afraid to be more direct and risk losing their friendship... For how long had Milo suffered in silence like that?
The younger saint made a move to get off Camus and the bed, but the ice saint grasped his wrist and pulled him back, making him lose equilibrium and fall down on his back. Camus then laid over him, taking support on his elbows on each side of the younger man’s body.
“I… can be really dense, sometimes…”-he said, his voice wavering with emotion, which left Milo surprised beyond speech.
“…But it doesn’t means that I don’t have feelings. I’m just very bad at dealing with them and showing them.” – The Aquarius saint left his voice turn into a whisper as his lips met Milo’s quivering ones, and they shared a kiss full of hesitation and of an amount of emotion so overwhelming that they were unable to speak for a few moments afterwards.
“I thought…. I thought you didn’t love me…I thought I was being so obvious that you must despise me to go on without saying anything…I was so afraid to lose you, even as a friend…” – Milo said, his voice breaking down into sobs now that he could finally let go completely.
Camus hugged the younger man to him, still unsure of how exactly he should proceed, and started stroking his hair in a soothing manner. “And I thought that you would never be interested in someone as frozen as me. Every time, I thought it was my wishful thinking, or my imagination, who were trying to make me believe that you might have been hinting at something. I’m so sorry my…love.”- he said, hesitant on how to address Milo now.
“You weren’t kidding about being dense!” – the Scorpio saint’s voice was more cheerful now, and a smile had started to light up his face, even though his eyes were still filled with tears.
“It comes with being an ice saint. But I’m only dense in the matters of the heart, in case you’re wondering...” – Camus answered, attempting to sound more humorous, and lowering his lips to kiss the tears off Milo’s cheeks.
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Sagakure, April 21st, 2005
FIC : Champagne and stained glass windows. (Camus x Milo drabble)
Author : Sagakure
Fandom : Saint Seiya (Knights of the Zodiac, Cavaleiros do Zodiaco, Caballeros del Zodiaco, Chevaliers du Zodiaque).
Pairing : Camus x Milo
Rating : R
Warnings : Silly fic.
Disclaimer : I do not own Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya is (C) of Masami Kurumada, Toei, Shueisha, Akita Shoten and quite probably some more people. No copyright infringement or disrespect intended here. This is a work of fanfiction, done completely for fun. No profit is taken out of it.
Completely unrelated to the disclaimer, but drop by my website if you want to see Saint Seiya fanarts I also do. ^_^ *lol* It’s here --> http://tokyo.cool.ne.jp/sagakure/index.html
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“Leave me alone !! If you have nothing more interesting to say, get the hell out of my f***** temple!” – the alcohol made Milo slur, even though he had only drank two glasses of whisky. Athena’s saints were raised to be always prepared for battle and to die for their goddess, but all their training also made them often very unprepared to things that would be common for most young people of their age. Drinking was one of them, and Milo’s resistance to alcohol was clearly not very great.
“I can’t leave you alone when you’re behaving like this!! As a friend, no, even as a fellow saint, I have the duty to make sure you won’t be doing anything stupid!” – Camus had spent the past minutes trying to pry the bottle off the younger saint’s fingers, with no success.
“It’s my life!! It’s none of you business if tonight I want to drink until I fall!!” – Milo growled, in a very undignified manner.
Camus sighed. He wasn’t taking the right approach, maybe trying something different would make things work better : “If it’s passing out that you want, you should drink Champagne, mon ami. Whisky not only is a drink that tastes like bitter medication, but it also will make you stay awake.”
“You say that only because you French can’t stand the English. And I don’t have Champagne here anyway.” – the Scorpio saint mumbled, taking another swig directly off the bottle.
“It saddens me to see that you think that I would lower myself to base my opinion on what some of my countrymen might think of other countries. And if you want Champagne, I have plenty of it at my temple.” – the ice saint let out, before strategically turning his back to Milo and preparing himself to walk back up to the Aquarius temple. He sensed that the young man’s depressive mood was most likely influenced by his cold behaviour earlier, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why or what in it was ticking Milo off so much. So all he could do was try to maneuver the explosive Scorpio saint into letting the information slip out himself.
“For real?”-Milo asked, not believing his own ears.
The Aquarius saint had a small smile of satisfaction, before turning to say : “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”
*****
One bottle of Camus’ best Mumm’s champagne was already down –of which he had drank only a flute, while Milo drank all the rest, directly off the bottle -, and the Scorpio saint was trying to open a second one, but the amount of alcohol in his blood made that his fingers didn’t seem to want to obey him and uncork the bottle properly.
Not willing to help Milo with that, Camus only watched, biding his time to be more effective when he would finally strike.
But Milo was never a patient man, and the bottle’s resistance irritating him, he ended up shaking it a little too much, and the cork suddenly flew up with a loud explosion sound and went like a bullet right through one of the tall stained glass windows of the room. Shattering completely the piece of art and earning a horrified look from the ice saint, who had chosen carefully each of these windows for the private area of his temple. Carried by the momentum of the bottle, Milo fell backwards on Camus bed, where they had been sitting while drinking.
When he managed to stop staring with wide eyes at the countless pieces of colourful glass in the ground, Camus turned an angry face to Milo, who was now curled up, facing away from him on the bed, and said, in a voice whose timber was finally starting to be altered by the annoyance : “Will you at least tell me why you want so much to pass out from drinking ?!”
After a long silent pause, Milo whispered in a drunk but miserable voice : “Which reason would be better than unrequited love, for someone to want to drink until they can’t think about anything anymore?” – and Camus finally realised by the shaking in the younger saint’s voice that he was crying.
Surprised, the ice saint leaned over his friend’s body and asked : “Unrequited love??! But who is it that refused you? You could have anyone in Sanctuary if you wanted.”
The Scorpio saint looked up, so furious that he forgot to hide his tear-streaked face, but he quickly understood that Camus was sincerely clueless. After letting out a sigh, he looked down, his eyes filled with sadness, and sat back on the bed. “You wouldn’t know, anyway.”
“But I seriously want to help you! How can I leave you in this state without doing anything?!”
Milo looked back with an undecipherable expression in his eyes for a moment, then flung himself over the older saint, making their bodies tumble over back on the bed, and kissed him savagely, with a desperation and a passion that caught Camus completely off guard.
“Now you see. And now you can throw me out. I’ll understand if you hate me now…” – the younger saint’s voice trailed off in shame, and he dropped his gaze to the ground, afraid to face his friend.
And Camus finally understood. It also led him to realise what had been going on for so long, and why the Scorpio saint’s behaviour was often so strange. All this time trying to hint, trying to make him understand, perhaps too afraid to be more direct and risk losing their friendship... For how long had Milo suffered in silence like that?
The younger saint made a move to get off Camus and the bed, but the ice saint grasped his wrist and pulled him back, making him lose equilibrium and fall down on his back. Camus then laid over him, taking support on his elbows on each side of the younger man’s body.
“I… can be really dense, sometimes…”-he said, his voice wavering with emotion, which left Milo surprised beyond speech.
“…But it doesn’t means that I don’t have feelings. I’m just very bad at dealing with them and showing them.” – The Aquarius saint left his voice turn into a whisper as his lips met Milo’s quivering ones, and they shared a kiss full of hesitation and of an amount of emotion so overwhelming that they were unable to speak for a few moments afterwards.
“I thought…. I thought you didn’t love me…I thought I was being so obvious that you must despise me to go on without saying anything…I was so afraid to lose you, even as a friend…” – Milo said, his voice breaking down into sobs now that he could finally let go completely.
Camus hugged the younger man to him, still unsure of how exactly he should proceed, and started stroking his hair in a soothing manner. “And I thought that you would never be interested in someone as frozen as me. Every time, I thought it was my wishful thinking, or my imagination, who were trying to make me believe that you might have been hinting at something. I’m so sorry my…love.”- he said, hesitant on how to address Milo now.
“You weren’t kidding about being dense!” – the Scorpio saint’s voice was more cheerful now, and a smile had started to light up his face, even though his eyes were still filled with tears.
“It comes with being an ice saint. But I’m only dense in the matters of the heart, in case you’re wondering...” – Camus answered, attempting to sound more humorous, and lowering his lips to kiss the tears off Milo’s cheeks.
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Sagakure, April 21st, 2005