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kiramaru7Title: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Table 13, # 2: My hands are cold
Words: 534
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: A simple touch and a look of love are all you need on a cold morning…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Soma shivered as they strolled along the London streets on their way back from visiting the market. “Brrr…” he said softly as he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. “My hands are cold, Agni.”
“Let me see, my prince, “Agni said as they paused out of the way of passers-by. Shifting the bags onto his arms by putting his hands through the handles, he gently took Soma’s hands in his. Agni rubbed his hands over them. “Better?”
Soma nodded. “Much… Thanks, Agni.” He smiled as he loved how soft the cotton bandages on Agni’s right hand felt. “I wish I was more like my grandfather’s people, and not bothered by the cold.” Soma sighed. “Are you cold, Agni?”
“A little bit, my prince, but I have had to endure much worse.”
Soma nodded. “I’m sorry, Agni.”
“Don’t be. I was foolish enough to throw my life away, my prince, it’s only right I pay for my sins. Besides, if I hadn’t, we’d never have met.” Agni smiled. He let go of Soma’s hands, thankful that the prince was slender as well as exotic enough to pass for an Indian girl when dressed in warmer clothes for traveling, as the English seemed to have a thing against people showing affection for each other in public, especially two men. The last time they had attracted unwanted attention, young Master Ciel had to bail them out of trouble. And while neither of them was happy about being called an idiot, Agni understood the reasoning behind it. Besides, having experienced an Indian jail, he had no intention of ending up in an English one.
“That’s true.”
“Yes, now let’s hurry home. I’ll make us some tea when we get there.”
They began walking home.
“And can we have some of those scones you made with jam?” Soma asked.
“If you would like that, my prince, I’ll warm them a bit in the oven while I make the tea”
“I’d like that very much, Agni.”
“So would I, my prince.”
They exchanged glances, Soma’s bright smile warming Agni’s heart as it was a smile he reserved for him alone. Even if they had to be as guarded here with their affections as they had been in the palace, it was still much better than being back home in the palace. No one gossiped about them, spreading lies and false rumors, their benefactors, instead, turning a blind eye to it as long as they kept it private. And despite Soma’s occasional mooning over Miss Elizabeth and foolishness concerning Master Ciel, Agni had the feeling he was first in the prince’s heart just as Soma was first in his.
Soma took Agni’s hand, giving it a quick gentle squeeze. It was still cold, but the warmth Agni felt in his brief touch made him think of those lazy days spent in the peacock pavilion, getting to know one another as their friendship took root like the radhachura trees that overran the forgotten garden where the pavilion stood. And when Soma smiled again, that special smile reserved just for him, Agni knew everything they had gone through so far was worth it. Their friendship, somewhere along the way, becoming love…
Title: Whiling Away a Rainy Afternoon
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Table 30, # 5: Picture of people running on the beach, showing mostly their feet and legs
Words: 572
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Talk of the beach chases away the rainy day blues…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Lord Surya is the Hindu god of the sun
Soma sat in the townhouse’s window seat, forlornly looking at the rain. He sighed for the umpteenth time. He hated what he called the English monsoons, with their dampness and chill, and now that the brief summer was here, he longed to see Lord Surya’s face again. Since it had rained nearly all week, he despaired of ever seeing the sun again.
Agni entered the front parlor, carrying a tray with a pot of tea on it and a plateful of Soma’s favorite cookies. He hated seeing his beloved so miserable and had been plying him with his favorite treats to no avail. Agni hoped today’s pot of chai and English shortbread cookies would do the trick and lift Soma’s spirits. “My prince?” he said softly as he approached.
Soma, who had seen him approach in the window’s reflection, turned to face him. “I hate these stupid English monsoons.”
“I know you do, my prince, and I thought perhaps you might enjoy a cup of chai and some shortbread biscuits.”
Soma smiled wanly at him. “Thank you, Agni, but what I’d really like is to go to the beach again. Even if we had to wear those funny scratchy outfits, it was still fun. A pity the water isn’t as warm as back home, but it’s not that bad.” He took the proffered cup of tea, taking a sip, before reaching for a cookie.
“Aaah…” Agni said, “We used to have a lot of fun playing on the beach back in India, eh?”
“Yes! And when we’d get tired of playing in the water, we’d run along the shore and look for girls,” Soma chuckled.
“I think it was more like looking for a particular girl,” Agni replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Yeah…” Soma laughed. “Too bad Meena always hid in the tents with them, they all missed so much! None of my poor sisters knows how to swim.”
“It’s not seemly for them to do so, my prince, besides, how can they swim while wearing a sari?”
“That’s true…” Soma sipped his chai. “It’s bad enough wearing a dhoti; I liked it much better when we would just swim wearing our skin.”
“Me too, which is why I’m glad we found that old pond, tucked away in one of the old gardens.”
“Yeah…”
“Feeling better now, my prince?” Agni smiled.
“Yes! Thank you, Agni.” Soma smiled impishly at him. “I think I would like to nap now and dream of those days, when the sun was warm on our skin.” He finished his chai.
“Indeed.”
“Would you like to join me, Agni?” Soma set his empty teacup down.
“I’d like that very much, my prince.”
“Good! Perhaps we could do like we used and pretend we’re sharing a tent in the desert, you remember, when the monsoons got to be too much and we were bored and tired of being stuck inside the palace all day long.” The prince stood and walked past his beloved towards the doorway leading out of the front parlor.
“Or perhaps we could pretend we’re at the beach, my prince.”
Soma paused. Turning around, he smiled. “That sounds like fun, Agni.”
“I’ll draw us a bath-”
“And we can pretend we’re playing in the sea,” Soma finished for him. “Let’s do it, Agni!”
“As you desire, so shall it be, my prince.”
“Come!” Soma said as he left the parlor, Agni following close behind him…
Title: Sharing Kama
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: If you were Challenge/ #4: If you were a river I would swim you & Delicate, bonus prompt: resolution
Words: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: There are other ways to share kama, besides sex…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Written for both 5 Prompts & Fanfic Bake-off
“If you were a river, my prince, I would swim you…”Agni murmured, his voice low and husky. “I would even happily drown myself in you.” Taking Soma’s hand from where it rested on his chest, as they snuggled together, he kissed his fingers.
“Agni…” Soma breathed. A delicate blush stained his cheeks as he shifted away from his beloved to lie on his back.
Agni rolled onto to his side, his head propped up on his upturned palm. “It’s true, my prince, without you, I’d be nothing…” He reached over, cupping Soma’s cheek. Gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over Soma’s lips, the prince kissed it.
“Do you want to share kama with me again?” Soma took the tip of his beloved’s thumb in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue until Agni moaned softly.
“I always want to share kama with you, my prince.”
“And I always want to share kama with you too, Agni…”
“But I don’t want to hurt you, my prince…”
Soma looked away. “I know.” He had resolved to do it despite the pain, as he loved the physical closeness. More importantly, he loved Agni and he was beginning to realize there was more to love than selfish desire.
“But there are ways to share kama that don’t hurt, that can be just as pleasurable.” Agni trailed his hand down Soma’s side to rest on the prince’s hip. He lightly brushed his fingertips against the firm flesh, prompting Soma to roll onto his side, facing him.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, my prince, we can move against each other, or take turns stroking each other… or we can lie here and listen to our hearts beating while we drift off to sleep.”
“I’d like that, Agni…”
“So would I…”
They kissed.
“Sleep well, my beloved…”
“You too…”
Title: Soma’s little Zoo
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: VRD challenge: yellow; the song of a canary
Words: 780
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Soma has a passion for menageries…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Lord Surya is the Hindu god of the sun and Lord Indra is the Hindu god of War, Storms, and Rainfall. He is also the lord of heaven and king of the gods.
They strolled through the marketplace, buying what they needed from the various vendors, who were hawking their wares. On the way home, they happened to pass by the bird-seller’s shop; a small shop where the market stalls gave way to actual buildings. Soma paused to look at the rows of cages in the window.
“Let’s go inside, Agni,” he said.
“Okay, my prince, but we cannot stay too long as it looks like rain.”
Soma made a little sound of annoyance. “It always looks like rain here.”
“I know, and I also know that sometimes Lord Surya does chase away the clouds, but there have also been times when Lord Indra has sent rain.”
The prince sighed. “Fine,” he said as he opened the door and stepped inside, Agni following close on his heels.
Inside the shop was a loud cacophony of bird calls and Soma felt a tiny pang of homesickness for India. The birds reminded him of all the times he had gone hunting with his father and brothers through the jungles and marshes near the palace. One song in particular drew the prince in. It was the song of several canaries. They were in the back of the shop in small cages, row upon row stacked on top of each other.
“How beautiful they sing! Listen, Agni!” Soma smiled.
“They’re very nice, my prince.”
“Let’s get one!”
“I don’t know, my prince…”
“We kept birds in the palace; my sister even had one that even talked.”
“I remember him, my prince. He was a very clever bird.” Agni smiled. “And the birds in the palace also had their own servants to look after them,” he pointed out.
“Oh… but how hard can it be to look after them?”
“I don’t know, my prince.”
“The bird-seller is here by himself and he looks after all these birds…” Soma waved his hand, startling the canaries. “Sorry little birds. Agni, maybe we should ask him how to do it. Just look at them, they’re so beautiful, all yellowy little things, and their song is so pretty too. Miss Elizabeth would love to come hear them sing and the fish she gave me when I was sick are still alive…” Soma smiled.
Agni nodded. He had the feeling they were not going to leave here without a new addition to their household. Soma seemed to have inherited his father’s love of menageries, and he was in his own way starting to build a collection on a small scale with a bowl of fish and now the possible addition of a pair of birds. When the bird-seller informed them that the birds were used by miners to check to see if the mines were safe, with the birds’ untimely deaths indicating that particular section was unsafe, Agni was hard pressed to stop Soma from getting more than just a single pair, despite being overjoyed at the prince’s show of compassion.
It was not long before they found themselves heading home, with a pair of canaries, a large ornate brass cage that Soma struggled to carry and a bag of seed along with the groceries they had picked up. The prince was in his element, and looking forward to letting his new pets loose in their new home. “Agni?”
“What, my prince?”
“Do you think we could get some peacocks? They’d make great friends for the chickens out back and it would be a nice touch of home.” Soma smiled.
“I don’t know… the neighbors weren’t that happy about the goat you brought home last time, what makes you think they’ll like peacocks instead?”
“Peacocks are a lot prettier, and they aren’t smelly nor will they eat the shrubbery,” Soma chuckled, “or nibble on lacy under-things when they get loose.”
Agni laughed. “True, but I don’t think so, my prince. Let’s content ourselves with these pretty little birds and see what happens.”
“Okay,” the prince replied as they walked down the path leading to the townhouse. “Besides, the bird-seller had no idea what I was talking about anyway when I asked about the peacocks.”
Agni opened the townhouse and they went inside. “A pity…” he said although he did not mean it, shutting the door behind them.
“Yeah… Anyway, let’s get our new friends in their new home.”
“Let’s…” Agni replied. Setting down the groceries in the hall, he followed the prince into the front parlor. Soma has set the cage down on the table in corner. After filling the seed and water cups, and lining the bottom with old newspaper, the canaries were let loose in their new home. Soma spent the rest of day watching them and listening to them sing…
Title: You Really Do Love Me
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Love your Fandom #14; picture of 2 hands clasping
Words: 495
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Sometimes a simple touch is all you need…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Soma held out his hand and Agni took it. Feeling the warmth of his beloved’s touch, he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the prince’s slight form. When Soma looked shyly up at him, Agni leaned in and kissed him chastely, before pulling back, his hands resting lightly on the prince’s arms.
“Agni…” Soma said so softly, it was barely a whisper.
“My prince…” he replied just as softly. “Thank you…”
Soma frowned. “For what?”
“For giving me this new life, for being content to remain here far from home, for…” Agni caught his gaze and held it. “For loving me, who used to be so unlovable…”
“Oh…” Soma felt his cheeks heating up. His gaze faltering, he managed to catch his beloved khansama’s eye again. “You’re welcome… and thank you for loving me too when everyone else found it so hard to do so.” Feeling his eyes welling up with tears, Soma looked away and stepped back. He was still hurting over Meena’s rejection and her sharp words echoed loudly in his head.
Agni sighed. That was an old wound of the prince’s that refused to heal and he was at a loss as to how to chase away the hurt, and Soma finding out Meena’s true feelings only added to his feelings of worthlessness. “That was their foolishness, my prince,” he said softly, leaving unspoken the true cause of his beloved’s distress. “And no one would blame you if you hated them.”
Soma shrugged and started to cry.
“But I am glad they were so foolish, for means there’s plenty of room in your heart now for me.” Cupping Soma’s cheeks, he gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “And if that’s selfish, so be it, it’s a selfishness I’m prepared to live with.” He leaned in and kissed Soma’s forehead, his lips brushing against the prince’s teep and the strands of hair that covered it.
“Agni…”
“Yes, my prince?” He stepped back, ready to attend to Soma’s needs, wants or desires.
“Do you regret coming here with me?”
Agni frowned as he wondered where that came from. “No, not at all, my prince. Do you regret coming here?”
“No… we’ve made new friends and a new life here, and one day I’ll be a great man.”
“To me you already are a great man, my prince.”
“I am?”
“In my heart, you are very great, my prince, and more.” Agni smiled as he reached out and cupped Soma’s cheek. “You’re my everything.”
“You’re my everything too, Agni…” Soma whispered. Closing the distance between them, the prince rested his cheek on his beloved’s chest just above his heart. Wrapping his arms around him, and pulling him close, Soma sighed softly when Agni briefly held him. They moved apart, holding each other’s arms. Soma caught his beloved’s gaze and smiled. When Agni returned it, the prince knew in that instant that he truly loved him and that they would always be together…
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Table 13, # 2: My hands are cold
Words: 534
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: A simple touch and a look of love are all you need on a cold morning…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Soma shivered as they strolled along the London streets on their way back from visiting the market. “Brrr…” he said softly as he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. “My hands are cold, Agni.”
“Let me see, my prince, “Agni said as they paused out of the way of passers-by. Shifting the bags onto his arms by putting his hands through the handles, he gently took Soma’s hands in his. Agni rubbed his hands over them. “Better?”
Soma nodded. “Much… Thanks, Agni.” He smiled as he loved how soft the cotton bandages on Agni’s right hand felt. “I wish I was more like my grandfather’s people, and not bothered by the cold.” Soma sighed. “Are you cold, Agni?”
“A little bit, my prince, but I have had to endure much worse.”
Soma nodded. “I’m sorry, Agni.”
“Don’t be. I was foolish enough to throw my life away, my prince, it’s only right I pay for my sins. Besides, if I hadn’t, we’d never have met.” Agni smiled. He let go of Soma’s hands, thankful that the prince was slender as well as exotic enough to pass for an Indian girl when dressed in warmer clothes for traveling, as the English seemed to have a thing against people showing affection for each other in public, especially two men. The last time they had attracted unwanted attention, young Master Ciel had to bail them out of trouble. And while neither of them was happy about being called an idiot, Agni understood the reasoning behind it. Besides, having experienced an Indian jail, he had no intention of ending up in an English one.
“That’s true.”
“Yes, now let’s hurry home. I’ll make us some tea when we get there.”
They began walking home.
“And can we have some of those scones you made with jam?” Soma asked.
“If you would like that, my prince, I’ll warm them a bit in the oven while I make the tea”
“I’d like that very much, Agni.”
“So would I, my prince.”
They exchanged glances, Soma’s bright smile warming Agni’s heart as it was a smile he reserved for him alone. Even if they had to be as guarded here with their affections as they had been in the palace, it was still much better than being back home in the palace. No one gossiped about them, spreading lies and false rumors, their benefactors, instead, turning a blind eye to it as long as they kept it private. And despite Soma’s occasional mooning over Miss Elizabeth and foolishness concerning Master Ciel, Agni had the feeling he was first in the prince’s heart just as Soma was first in his.
Soma took Agni’s hand, giving it a quick gentle squeeze. It was still cold, but the warmth Agni felt in his brief touch made him think of those lazy days spent in the peacock pavilion, getting to know one another as their friendship took root like the radhachura trees that overran the forgotten garden where the pavilion stood. And when Soma smiled again, that special smile reserved just for him, Agni knew everything they had gone through so far was worth it. Their friendship, somewhere along the way, becoming love…
Title: Whiling Away a Rainy Afternoon
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Table 30, # 5: Picture of people running on the beach, showing mostly their feet and legs
Words: 572
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Talk of the beach chases away the rainy day blues…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Lord Surya is the Hindu god of the sun
Soma sat in the townhouse’s window seat, forlornly looking at the rain. He sighed for the umpteenth time. He hated what he called the English monsoons, with their dampness and chill, and now that the brief summer was here, he longed to see Lord Surya’s face again. Since it had rained nearly all week, he despaired of ever seeing the sun again.
Agni entered the front parlor, carrying a tray with a pot of tea on it and a plateful of Soma’s favorite cookies. He hated seeing his beloved so miserable and had been plying him with his favorite treats to no avail. Agni hoped today’s pot of chai and English shortbread cookies would do the trick and lift Soma’s spirits. “My prince?” he said softly as he approached.
Soma, who had seen him approach in the window’s reflection, turned to face him. “I hate these stupid English monsoons.”
“I know you do, my prince, and I thought perhaps you might enjoy a cup of chai and some shortbread biscuits.”
Soma smiled wanly at him. “Thank you, Agni, but what I’d really like is to go to the beach again. Even if we had to wear those funny scratchy outfits, it was still fun. A pity the water isn’t as warm as back home, but it’s not that bad.” He took the proffered cup of tea, taking a sip, before reaching for a cookie.
“Aaah…” Agni said, “We used to have a lot of fun playing on the beach back in India, eh?”
“Yes! And when we’d get tired of playing in the water, we’d run along the shore and look for girls,” Soma chuckled.
“I think it was more like looking for a particular girl,” Agni replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Yeah…” Soma laughed. “Too bad Meena always hid in the tents with them, they all missed so much! None of my poor sisters knows how to swim.”
“It’s not seemly for them to do so, my prince, besides, how can they swim while wearing a sari?”
“That’s true…” Soma sipped his chai. “It’s bad enough wearing a dhoti; I liked it much better when we would just swim wearing our skin.”
“Me too, which is why I’m glad we found that old pond, tucked away in one of the old gardens.”
“Yeah…”
“Feeling better now, my prince?” Agni smiled.
“Yes! Thank you, Agni.” Soma smiled impishly at him. “I think I would like to nap now and dream of those days, when the sun was warm on our skin.” He finished his chai.
“Indeed.”
“Would you like to join me, Agni?” Soma set his empty teacup down.
“I’d like that very much, my prince.”
“Good! Perhaps we could do like we used and pretend we’re sharing a tent in the desert, you remember, when the monsoons got to be too much and we were bored and tired of being stuck inside the palace all day long.” The prince stood and walked past his beloved towards the doorway leading out of the front parlor.
“Or perhaps we could pretend we’re at the beach, my prince.”
Soma paused. Turning around, he smiled. “That sounds like fun, Agni.”
“I’ll draw us a bath-”
“And we can pretend we’re playing in the sea,” Soma finished for him. “Let’s do it, Agni!”
“As you desire, so shall it be, my prince.”
“Come!” Soma said as he left the parlor, Agni following close behind him…
Title: Sharing Kama
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: If you were Challenge/ #4: If you were a river I would swim you & Delicate, bonus prompt: resolution
Words: 300
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: There are other ways to share kama, besides sex…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Written for both 5 Prompts & Fanfic Bake-off
“If you were a river, my prince, I would swim you…”Agni murmured, his voice low and husky. “I would even happily drown myself in you.” Taking Soma’s hand from where it rested on his chest, as they snuggled together, he kissed his fingers.
“Agni…” Soma breathed. A delicate blush stained his cheeks as he shifted away from his beloved to lie on his back.
Agni rolled onto to his side, his head propped up on his upturned palm. “It’s true, my prince, without you, I’d be nothing…” He reached over, cupping Soma’s cheek. Gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over Soma’s lips, the prince kissed it.
“Do you want to share kama with me again?” Soma took the tip of his beloved’s thumb in his mouth, caressing it with his tongue until Agni moaned softly.
“I always want to share kama with you, my prince.”
“And I always want to share kama with you too, Agni…”
“But I don’t want to hurt you, my prince…”
Soma looked away. “I know.” He had resolved to do it despite the pain, as he loved the physical closeness. More importantly, he loved Agni and he was beginning to realize there was more to love than selfish desire.
“But there are ways to share kama that don’t hurt, that can be just as pleasurable.” Agni trailed his hand down Soma’s side to rest on the prince’s hip. He lightly brushed his fingertips against the firm flesh, prompting Soma to roll onto his side, facing him.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, my prince, we can move against each other, or take turns stroking each other… or we can lie here and listen to our hearts beating while we drift off to sleep.”
“I’d like that, Agni…”
“So would I…”
They kissed.
“Sleep well, my beloved…”
“You too…”
Title: Soma’s little Zoo
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: VRD challenge: yellow; the song of a canary
Words: 780
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Soma has a passion for menageries…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Author’s note 2: Lord Surya is the Hindu god of the sun and Lord Indra is the Hindu god of War, Storms, and Rainfall. He is also the lord of heaven and king of the gods.
They strolled through the marketplace, buying what they needed from the various vendors, who were hawking their wares. On the way home, they happened to pass by the bird-seller’s shop; a small shop where the market stalls gave way to actual buildings. Soma paused to look at the rows of cages in the window.
“Let’s go inside, Agni,” he said.
“Okay, my prince, but we cannot stay too long as it looks like rain.”
Soma made a little sound of annoyance. “It always looks like rain here.”
“I know, and I also know that sometimes Lord Surya does chase away the clouds, but there have also been times when Lord Indra has sent rain.”
The prince sighed. “Fine,” he said as he opened the door and stepped inside, Agni following close on his heels.
Inside the shop was a loud cacophony of bird calls and Soma felt a tiny pang of homesickness for India. The birds reminded him of all the times he had gone hunting with his father and brothers through the jungles and marshes near the palace. One song in particular drew the prince in. It was the song of several canaries. They were in the back of the shop in small cages, row upon row stacked on top of each other.
“How beautiful they sing! Listen, Agni!” Soma smiled.
“They’re very nice, my prince.”
“Let’s get one!”
“I don’t know, my prince…”
“We kept birds in the palace; my sister even had one that even talked.”
“I remember him, my prince. He was a very clever bird.” Agni smiled. “And the birds in the palace also had their own servants to look after them,” he pointed out.
“Oh… but how hard can it be to look after them?”
“I don’t know, my prince.”
“The bird-seller is here by himself and he looks after all these birds…” Soma waved his hand, startling the canaries. “Sorry little birds. Agni, maybe we should ask him how to do it. Just look at them, they’re so beautiful, all yellowy little things, and their song is so pretty too. Miss Elizabeth would love to come hear them sing and the fish she gave me when I was sick are still alive…” Soma smiled.
Agni nodded. He had the feeling they were not going to leave here without a new addition to their household. Soma seemed to have inherited his father’s love of menageries, and he was in his own way starting to build a collection on a small scale with a bowl of fish and now the possible addition of a pair of birds. When the bird-seller informed them that the birds were used by miners to check to see if the mines were safe, with the birds’ untimely deaths indicating that particular section was unsafe, Agni was hard pressed to stop Soma from getting more than just a single pair, despite being overjoyed at the prince’s show of compassion.
It was not long before they found themselves heading home, with a pair of canaries, a large ornate brass cage that Soma struggled to carry and a bag of seed along with the groceries they had picked up. The prince was in his element, and looking forward to letting his new pets loose in their new home. “Agni?”
“What, my prince?”
“Do you think we could get some peacocks? They’d make great friends for the chickens out back and it would be a nice touch of home.” Soma smiled.
“I don’t know… the neighbors weren’t that happy about the goat you brought home last time, what makes you think they’ll like peacocks instead?”
“Peacocks are a lot prettier, and they aren’t smelly nor will they eat the shrubbery,” Soma chuckled, “or nibble on lacy under-things when they get loose.”
Agni laughed. “True, but I don’t think so, my prince. Let’s content ourselves with these pretty little birds and see what happens.”
“Okay,” the prince replied as they walked down the path leading to the townhouse. “Besides, the bird-seller had no idea what I was talking about anyway when I asked about the peacocks.”
Agni opened the townhouse and they went inside. “A pity…” he said although he did not mean it, shutting the door behind them.
“Yeah… Anyway, let’s get our new friends in their new home.”
“Let’s…” Agni replied. Setting down the groceries in the hall, he followed the prince into the front parlor. Soma has set the cage down on the table in corner. After filling the seed and water cups, and lining the bottom with old newspaper, the canaries were let loose in their new home. Soma spent the rest of day watching them and listening to them sing…
Title: You Really Do Love Me
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Love your Fandom #14; picture of 2 hands clasping
Words: 495
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Sometimes a simple touch is all you need…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
Soma held out his hand and Agni took it. Feeling the warmth of his beloved’s touch, he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around the prince’s slight form. When Soma looked shyly up at him, Agni leaned in and kissed him chastely, before pulling back, his hands resting lightly on the prince’s arms.
“Agni…” Soma said so softly, it was barely a whisper.
“My prince…” he replied just as softly. “Thank you…”
Soma frowned. “For what?”
“For giving me this new life, for being content to remain here far from home, for…” Agni caught his gaze and held it. “For loving me, who used to be so unlovable…”
“Oh…” Soma felt his cheeks heating up. His gaze faltering, he managed to catch his beloved khansama’s eye again. “You’re welcome… and thank you for loving me too when everyone else found it so hard to do so.” Feeling his eyes welling up with tears, Soma looked away and stepped back. He was still hurting over Meena’s rejection and her sharp words echoed loudly in his head.
Agni sighed. That was an old wound of the prince’s that refused to heal and he was at a loss as to how to chase away the hurt, and Soma finding out Meena’s true feelings only added to his feelings of worthlessness. “That was their foolishness, my prince,” he said softly, leaving unspoken the true cause of his beloved’s distress. “And no one would blame you if you hated them.”
Soma shrugged and started to cry.
“But I am glad they were so foolish, for means there’s plenty of room in your heart now for me.” Cupping Soma’s cheeks, he gently wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “And if that’s selfish, so be it, it’s a selfishness I’m prepared to live with.” He leaned in and kissed Soma’s forehead, his lips brushing against the prince’s teep and the strands of hair that covered it.
“Agni…”
“Yes, my prince?” He stepped back, ready to attend to Soma’s needs, wants or desires.
“Do you regret coming here with me?”
Agni frowned as he wondered where that came from. “No, not at all, my prince. Do you regret coming here?”
“No… we’ve made new friends and a new life here, and one day I’ll be a great man.”
“To me you already are a great man, my prince.”
“I am?”
“In my heart, you are very great, my prince, and more.” Agni smiled as he reached out and cupped Soma’s cheek. “You’re my everything.”
“You’re my everything too, Agni…” Soma whispered. Closing the distance between them, the prince rested his cheek on his beloved’s chest just above his heart. Wrapping his arms around him, and pulling him close, Soma sighed softly when Agni briefly held him. They moved apart, holding each other’s arms. Soma caught his beloved’s gaze and smiled. When Agni returned it, the prince knew in that instant that he truly loved him and that they would always be together…
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