Christian. Witness for the Prosecution.
Jan. 24th, 2005 06:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
palacechristianHe was standing in the doorway of the darkened office, going over in his mind one more time the list of things he’d come to collect in readiness for tomorrow’s meeting. This was important, he’d be in charge, dictating how the session went, and he didn’t want to miss a trick. Too many eager and ready to pounce Councilors and minor functionaries for that. Just itching for a chance to question his ability, to smirk and say, ‘not just yet’ while trying to strengthen their own positions.
A sound had him looking up from the folders in his hand and he was surprised to see Will [at this time of night?] heading down the hall . . .
His father’s bedroom door opened and, to his complete astonishment, Will stepped into the offered embrace, lips locking, hips practically grinding together, before the door slammed shut and he was alone once more.
What the fuck!
Christian shook his head as if to clear it and realized he’d been standing in the same spot for a good ten minutes. He made his feet move, closing the office door behind him and heading out to the gatehouse, his mind still trying to wrap itself around what he’d seen.
He dropped the folders onto the coffee table and himself onto the couch. What the Heck had that been about? Well, he knew what it was about, it was perfectly fucking obvious, but the when and how eluded him.
Dad and Will. Surprising, but not an altogether unpleasant notion. In fact, they’d be good for one another, come to think of it. Will’d help loosen Marton up a little, maybe finally knock that notion of what ‘suitable behavior’ was that he’d had drummed into his head as a child, firmly on it’s ass. And his father could be nothing but good for Will . . .
But the more he played over in his head what he’d seen, the more confused he became, the more aware that there was something not quite right. Lying back on the couch and closing his eyes, he played it over in his mind repeatedly, searching for whatever it was that was niggling at him.
Later, while having his usual late night conversation with Johnny, he found his attention wandering and had to keep apologizing for his distraction, pleading the pressure of the upcoming meeting as an excuse. He was in bed, unable to sleep for worrying at it like a dog with a bone and only managing to doze, when it finally hit him and he sat up abruptly, face darkening into a scowl.
Secretive. Will had been sneaking along the hall like a thief in the night and one who’d had plenty of practice! That’s what had been bothering him, the fact that his friend’s actions had the steadiness of habit!
Goddamnit! What was his father thinking?! This had been going on for God knows how long and nobody knew! Christian lay back down and folded his arms behind his head. Will was still in Marton’s room and he set himself to watch, not intruding, just keeping an eye on the door. All night if necessary.
*
Will’s quiet exit woke him from a light sleep and he ‘watched’ as the same scene was played out in reverse in the early hours of the morning, just before the in-house staff were due rise and dawn was about to break.
There was no more sleep to be had. Christian got up, showered and dressed and drank numerous cups of coffee while he waited for his father to stir. The second he did, Christian was out the door and striding across the lawn. Marton had some explaining to do!
A sound had him looking up from the folders in his hand and he was surprised to see Will [at this time of night?] heading down the hall . . .
His father’s bedroom door opened and, to his complete astonishment, Will stepped into the offered embrace, lips locking, hips practically grinding together, before the door slammed shut and he was alone once more.
What the fuck!
Christian shook his head as if to clear it and realized he’d been standing in the same spot for a good ten minutes. He made his feet move, closing the office door behind him and heading out to the gatehouse, his mind still trying to wrap itself around what he’d seen.
He dropped the folders onto the coffee table and himself onto the couch. What the Heck had that been about? Well, he knew what it was about, it was perfectly fucking obvious, but the when and how eluded him.
Dad and Will. Surprising, but not an altogether unpleasant notion. In fact, they’d be good for one another, come to think of it. Will’d help loosen Marton up a little, maybe finally knock that notion of what ‘suitable behavior’ was that he’d had drummed into his head as a child, firmly on it’s ass. And his father could be nothing but good for Will . . .
But the more he played over in his head what he’d seen, the more confused he became, the more aware that there was something not quite right. Lying back on the couch and closing his eyes, he played it over in his mind repeatedly, searching for whatever it was that was niggling at him.
Later, while having his usual late night conversation with Johnny, he found his attention wandering and had to keep apologizing for his distraction, pleading the pressure of the upcoming meeting as an excuse. He was in bed, unable to sleep for worrying at it like a dog with a bone and only managing to doze, when it finally hit him and he sat up abruptly, face darkening into a scowl.
Secretive. Will had been sneaking along the hall like a thief in the night and one who’d had plenty of practice! That’s what had been bothering him, the fact that his friend’s actions had the steadiness of habit!
Goddamnit! What was his father thinking?! This had been going on for God knows how long and nobody knew! Christian lay back down and folded his arms behind his head. Will was still in Marton’s room and he set himself to watch, not intruding, just keeping an eye on the door. All night if necessary.
*
Will’s quiet exit woke him from a light sleep and he ‘watched’ as the same scene was played out in reverse in the early hours of the morning, just before the in-house staff were due rise and dawn was about to break.
There was no more sleep to be had. Christian got up, showered and dressed and drank numerous cups of coffee while he waited for his father to stir. The second he did, Christian was out the door and striding across the lawn. Marton had some explaining to do!
