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lonelybritEr, sorry about this. This is utter silliness, in response to nothing other than I can't go see Franz Ferdinand. I have no idea if it fits in canon with the rest of the Fish!verse, if at all. Ah well.
Morning Has Broken
The sunlight trickled in through the curtains, bringing with it the sound of birdsong. The snail was indeed on the wing and the bird on the thorn. Assuming that’s where they’re meant to be. I should check on that.
“Well look at that, it’s morning.”
“I fancy the hour is closer to midday, sir.”
I smiled up at the ceiling, perhaps I had heard the church bells cheerfully clanging out the hour, but these were mere details.
“I suppose you’ll be saying it’s time I arise and bath and walk in the waking world, right, Pryce?”
Only Pryce could manage to look so aloof and prim despite the current state of affairs.
“In actual fact, sir,” he said evenly, “I was about to make a request for myself.”
I rolled over, comfortably trapping him beneath me. He went utterly silent as I pressed a few kisses to his throat. “Do go ahead, Pryce.”
He took a deep breath, then paused. “Actually I’ve forgotten what it was I was about to say.”
I bestowed another show of affection on his rather befuddled face. “It wasn’t anything to do with these, was it?” I reached up to pull gently on the silken ties currently keeping his wrists in a very close relationship with the headboard.
His eyes narrowed. “That, sir, rather depends on your course of action in the next thirty seconds.”
Morning Has Broken
The sunlight trickled in through the curtains, bringing with it the sound of birdsong. The snail was indeed on the wing and the bird on the thorn. Assuming that’s where they’re meant to be. I should check on that.
“Well look at that, it’s morning.”
“I fancy the hour is closer to midday, sir.”
I smiled up at the ceiling, perhaps I had heard the church bells cheerfully clanging out the hour, but these were mere details.
“I suppose you’ll be saying it’s time I arise and bath and walk in the waking world, right, Pryce?”
Only Pryce could manage to look so aloof and prim despite the current state of affairs.
“In actual fact, sir,” he said evenly, “I was about to make a request for myself.”
I rolled over, comfortably trapping him beneath me. He went utterly silent as I pressed a few kisses to his throat. “Do go ahead, Pryce.”
He took a deep breath, then paused. “Actually I’ve forgotten what it was I was about to say.”
I bestowed another show of affection on his rather befuddled face. “It wasn’t anything to do with these, was it?” I reached up to pull gently on the silken ties currently keeping his wrists in a very close relationship with the headboard.
His eyes narrowed. “That, sir, rather depends on your course of action in the next thirty seconds.”
