storypaint (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
storypaint) wrote2011-03-21 05:59 pm
storypaint) wrote2011-03-21 05:59 pm
Entry tags:
[Polychromatic/Magic Knight Rayearth] loopholes (ensemble gen)
Title: loopholes
Fandom: Polychromatic/Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 772 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
poly_crack fic meme: Chang Ang, Clef, Eagle, and Tatra; a peace treaty that... doesn't quite work out.
Pairing: Chang Ang, Clef, Eagle, Tatra gen
Other: Polychromatic-verse.
Excerpt: "We'll have to renegotiate if my beloved sister ever joins us here," Tatra says first.
"We'll have to renegotiate if my beloved sister ever joins us here," Tatra says first, wearing that particular smile that says she'll stand solidly, even if pushed. Inwardly, only inwardly, Clef sighs. It's not unexpected, but that doesn't mean it's welcomed either. He waves a hand.
Chang Ang is mostly here for show; their truce was decided long ago, upon the older man's arrival. Fahren is always the easiest of the nations to deal with. They don't seem to look down on Cephiro as much as Chizeta and Autozam did, possibly because they have a similar level of technological development, and because their princess isn't really old enough to affect politics. Clef invited her, because it was proper to do, but he was unsurprised to see Chang Ang alone. And pleased, as he is sure he does not have enough candy to properly bribe her into behaving.
No, if Clef is honest, the reason that this meeting is happening at all is because of the other man in the room, the one with an unreadable, constant smile and a big agenda. Truces with Autozam, even in the City, have consistently failed to last. Eagle always finds more important things to do than keep peace, like thieve and spy. He refuses to take it on faith that everything one learns and acquires in the City will not return with them to their own realities. Clef assumes that Eagle fully intends to escape one day and beat the odds that hundreds have been unable to. He had that strength of will. Unsurprising, but frustrating.
"Autozam hasn't threatened Cephiroan interests in a few months," Eagle says, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm not sure why we're having this meeting."
Because it's only a matter of time, Clef carefully neglects saying. He steeples his fingers.
"It seemed like it would be to everyone's best interest," he says finally. "An official truce, decided upon in person." And perhaps written-down, although Clef is pretty positive that wouldn't stop Eagle either, if he changed his mind. It almost makes him wish for President Vision, the only person who can keep his son in check. Then again, the President would likely just present other problems.
Clef's tea has gone cold. He wonders if it would be offensive to use the small amount of magic necessary to reheat it. Finally he just sets it back down. He hardly notices two hours later when Presea comes in and gives him a new cup, brushing his arm in solidarity and refreshing everyone else's drinks too. She's smiling, ignoring the tension in the room, and gone quickly. He still thinks it's strange that she had been his assistant in his future and her past, but he can see that she's practiced at it.
Two more hours after his new cup of tea has become undrinkable, Clef leans back a little and sighs very quietly, hoping that his frustration will escape along with his breath. This isn't working. It's not just Eagle, either, but a combination of four different cultures with four different systems of law and customs. It's been a very long time since they've had any kind of official treaty between them. Now he sees why.
"Well," Tatra says, managing somehow to look just as refreshed and cheerful as always, "I think it nears dinnertime! Perhaps we should pick this up tomorrow? I need time to start the curry!"
Clef's stomach rebels at the thought, but he nods at her point. "Is this amenable?" he asks the others at table.
"I have plans for tomorrow, I'm afraid," Eagle says, smiling a little sheepishly. "The sweet shop doesn't run itself."
Clef gives him a look that means, Really? That's more important than international negotiations? ...Why am I unsurprised. It is a very good look, although Eagle ignores it, and probably should given the current status of said international negotiations.
"Very well," Clef says curtly, standing up, and everyone else does too. "We will make arrangements for a future meeting. Soon."
"Sounds good," Eagle says, before slipping out the door. As it turns out, he has good timing because Aska slips through the opened door and runs through shouting about something Clef can't discern because he's put his hands over his ears. Hurriedly, Chang Ang follows. Tatra smiles indulgently and leaves via the door toward the kitchen, and Clef doesn't move for a long moment. He breathes.
Maybe next week.
Fandom: Polychromatic/Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 772 words
Prompt:
poly_crack fic meme: Chang Ang, Clef, Eagle, and Tatra; a peace treaty that... doesn't quite work out.Pairing: Chang Ang, Clef, Eagle, Tatra gen
Other: Polychromatic-verse.
Excerpt: "We'll have to renegotiate if my beloved sister ever joins us here," Tatra says first.
"We'll have to renegotiate if my beloved sister ever joins us here," Tatra says first, wearing that particular smile that says she'll stand solidly, even if pushed. Inwardly, only inwardly, Clef sighs. It's not unexpected, but that doesn't mean it's welcomed either. He waves a hand.
Chang Ang is mostly here for show; their truce was decided long ago, upon the older man's arrival. Fahren is always the easiest of the nations to deal with. They don't seem to look down on Cephiro as much as Chizeta and Autozam did, possibly because they have a similar level of technological development, and because their princess isn't really old enough to affect politics. Clef invited her, because it was proper to do, but he was unsurprised to see Chang Ang alone. And pleased, as he is sure he does not have enough candy to properly bribe her into behaving.
No, if Clef is honest, the reason that this meeting is happening at all is because of the other man in the room, the one with an unreadable, constant smile and a big agenda. Truces with Autozam, even in the City, have consistently failed to last. Eagle always finds more important things to do than keep peace, like thieve and spy. He refuses to take it on faith that everything one learns and acquires in the City will not return with them to their own realities. Clef assumes that Eagle fully intends to escape one day and beat the odds that hundreds have been unable to. He had that strength of will. Unsurprising, but frustrating.
"Autozam hasn't threatened Cephiroan interests in a few months," Eagle says, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm not sure why we're having this meeting."
Because it's only a matter of time, Clef carefully neglects saying. He steeples his fingers.
"It seemed like it would be to everyone's best interest," he says finally. "An official truce, decided upon in person." And perhaps written-down, although Clef is pretty positive that wouldn't stop Eagle either, if he changed his mind. It almost makes him wish for President Vision, the only person who can keep his son in check. Then again, the President would likely just present other problems.
Clef's tea has gone cold. He wonders if it would be offensive to use the small amount of magic necessary to reheat it. Finally he just sets it back down. He hardly notices two hours later when Presea comes in and gives him a new cup, brushing his arm in solidarity and refreshing everyone else's drinks too. She's smiling, ignoring the tension in the room, and gone quickly. He still thinks it's strange that she had been his assistant in his future and her past, but he can see that she's practiced at it.
Two more hours after his new cup of tea has become undrinkable, Clef leans back a little and sighs very quietly, hoping that his frustration will escape along with his breath. This isn't working. It's not just Eagle, either, but a combination of four different cultures with four different systems of law and customs. It's been a very long time since they've had any kind of official treaty between them. Now he sees why.
"Well," Tatra says, managing somehow to look just as refreshed and cheerful as always, "I think it nears dinnertime! Perhaps we should pick this up tomorrow? I need time to start the curry!"
Clef's stomach rebels at the thought, but he nods at her point. "Is this amenable?" he asks the others at table.
"I have plans for tomorrow, I'm afraid," Eagle says, smiling a little sheepishly. "The sweet shop doesn't run itself."
Clef gives him a look that means, Really? That's more important than international negotiations? ...Why am I unsurprised. It is a very good look, although Eagle ignores it, and probably should given the current status of said international negotiations.
"Very well," Clef says curtly, standing up, and everyone else does too. "We will make arrangements for a future meeting. Soon."
"Sounds good," Eagle says, before slipping out the door. As it turns out, he has good timing because Aska slips through the opened door and runs through shouting about something Clef can't discern because he's put his hands over his ears. Hurriedly, Chang Ang follows. Tatra smiles indulgently and leaves via the door toward the kitchen, and Clef doesn't move for a long moment. He breathes.
Maybe next week.