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Fic - Dress - 1/1
Title: Dress
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Havemercy
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Alcibiades/Caius
Warnings: I suppose spoilers for Shadow Magic? Maybe? And vague, blink-and-you'll-miss-it mancrushes?
Disclaimer: I do not own Havemercy and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Alcibiades has some trouble dressing in the Ke-Han fashion. Perhaps unfortunately, Caius is around to help.
AN: This is my first time trying to write for Havemercy ever, and it's a random drabble-thing that I thought up for a Friending Meme on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
thremedon, which is the Havemercy LJ comm.
It was a damn dress. One made of slippery fabric that didn't want to stay in place over his shoulders, let alone let him belt it closed with another piece of slippery damn fabric. How Greylace got into the things every morning without losing his mind was beyond him.
Or, judging from Greylace's success and the whole damned Ke-Han Empire, maybe you had to be three kinds of crazy to get them to work.
"Do you need some help, General?"
Greylace was standing in the partition doorway, looking like it was perfectly natural for him to be there - and maybe in Graylace's mind it was. He looked like a girl again, in pale shades of blue and green that made his one good eye look like it was glowing.
"No," Alcibiades said.
Greylace did something with his hand that looked like he was trying to flick open a fan that wasn't really there, and he pushed himself away from the door and sashayed across the room. Bad enough that he looked like a woman, but did he have to walk like one too?
"Turn around, General-dear," he said, and Alcibiades found himself obeying despite himself. He wanted to refuse, and to change into his usual uniform, but he just couldn't.
Greylace's tiny hands took the belt from his, looped it round his middle and tied it so securely and quickly that he felt embarrassed at having had any problems in the first place. It took under five minutes, and had been completely impersonal until he felt Greylace lean against his back to pat at his shoulders. He was probably fiddling with almost invisible lint or trying to straighten the dress out a bit, but the sudden warmth and pressure against his back had heat spreading through his belly.
Then Greylace pulled away, and stepped in front of him instead, and he was smiling that crazy not-half-there smile of his. "Green suits you, General," he said, and Alcibiades tried to tell himself that it had just been because Greylace looked like a damn girl.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Havemercy
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Alcibiades/Caius
Warnings: I suppose spoilers for Shadow Magic? Maybe? And vague, blink-and-you'll-miss-it mancrushes?
Disclaimer: I do not own Havemercy and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Alcibiades has some trouble dressing in the Ke-Han fashion. Perhaps unfortunately, Caius is around to help.
AN: This is my first time trying to write for Havemercy ever, and it's a random drabble-thing that I thought up for a Friending Meme on
thremedon, which is the Havemercy LJ comm.It was a damn dress. One made of slippery fabric that didn't want to stay in place over his shoulders, let alone let him belt it closed with another piece of slippery damn fabric. How Greylace got into the things every morning without losing his mind was beyond him.
Or, judging from Greylace's success and the whole damned Ke-Han Empire, maybe you had to be three kinds of crazy to get them to work.
"Do you need some help, General?"
Greylace was standing in the partition doorway, looking like it was perfectly natural for him to be there - and maybe in Graylace's mind it was. He looked like a girl again, in pale shades of blue and green that made his one good eye look like it was glowing.
"No," Alcibiades said.
Greylace did something with his hand that looked like he was trying to flick open a fan that wasn't really there, and he pushed himself away from the door and sashayed across the room. Bad enough that he looked like a woman, but did he have to walk like one too?
"Turn around, General-dear," he said, and Alcibiades found himself obeying despite himself. He wanted to refuse, and to change into his usual uniform, but he just couldn't.
Greylace's tiny hands took the belt from his, looped it round his middle and tied it so securely and quickly that he felt embarrassed at having had any problems in the first place. It took under five minutes, and had been completely impersonal until he felt Greylace lean against his back to pat at his shoulders. He was probably fiddling with almost invisible lint or trying to straighten the dress out a bit, but the sudden warmth and pressure against his back had heat spreading through his belly.
Then Greylace pulled away, and stepped in front of him instead, and he was smiling that crazy not-half-there smile of his. "Green suits you, General," he said, and Alcibiades tried to tell himself that it had just been because Greylace looked like a damn girl.