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[March 13] [Greek Philosophers/Professor Layton] Back Then
Title: Back Then
Day/Theme: 13. prison and palace and reverberation
Series: Crossover with Greek Philosophers and Professor Layton
Character/Pairing: Socrates/Plato, Layton/Luke
Rating: PG
Excerpt: Layton dreamed.
There were pearl-white pillars and the sun shining in his eyes. Dancing around his bare heels was a young man, watching him with the utmost admiration. It wasn't a strange thing to have someone look up to him so. It was terribly familiar how the boy watched him. Unfamiliar was the leniency of thought:
Why?
There wasn't only one answer-- there were several. The person he was in his dreams thought this way, which was far out of Layton's comfort zone. Yes, there were puzzles that had several answers, but not all puzzles had several answers.
Luke daydreamed.
He used to write poetry by the fountain, his body bare in the sunlight as he wrote. The warmth of the sunlight mirrored his later action, tossing his poems into the fire. In-between both events he was introduced to a man. His face was unpleasant, but there was a calm, pleasant manner about him that made him feel at ease. The man bent down to his level and whispered something in his ear. The brush of his words against his earlobe made him feel loose and warm.
Layton had a nightmare.
He regretted nothing but the look on his self-proclaimed apprentice's face. In his mind, he considered the whole of Athens as his apprentice, not just this young man-- but he regretted causing the sorrow staining the boy's pretty face. He could not turn back. That was not the way of a Greek gentleman.
Luke tossed and turned.
His mentor. That crazy, insane, thoroughly genius man wasn't being dragged away. He was walking with a lazy stride with the guards to his temporary jail cell.
The death sentence would be carried out tomorrow.
He dropped, legs sprawled out, sobbing. “Take it back! Take it back so they'll let you go!”
“Why?” was his mentor's only response. Of course. He had expected nothing less than that. And nothing more.
Presently, Luke wrapped his arms around Layton, clinging.
“You almost died, professor.”
“I'm sorry, my boy. If I didn't do something, no one would. A gentleman risks his life for the sake of others.”
“You're the most brilliant man, professor.” Luke kissed him gently and pulled back to add, “But you can be a stubborn idiot.”
“Luke, I didn't want you to die.” He pulled his apprentice closer and his lips grazed the ridge of his ear. “After all, when I first met you, it was as if a swan were delivered to me.”
The words were alien to Layton's usual patterns, but it was somehow so familiar to them both. They hardly noticed the irregularity and didn't question why it felt natural.
Day/Theme: 13. prison and palace and reverberation
Series: Crossover with Greek Philosophers and Professor Layton
Character/Pairing: Socrates/Plato, Layton/Luke
Rating: PG
Excerpt: Layton dreamed.
There were pearl-white pillars and the sun shining in his eyes. Dancing around his bare heels was a young man, watching him with the utmost admiration. It wasn't a strange thing to have someone look up to him so. It was terribly familiar how the boy watched him. Unfamiliar was the leniency of thought:
Why?
There wasn't only one answer-- there were several. The person he was in his dreams thought this way, which was far out of Layton's comfort zone. Yes, there were puzzles that had several answers, but not all puzzles had several answers.
Luke daydreamed.
He used to write poetry by the fountain, his body bare in the sunlight as he wrote. The warmth of the sunlight mirrored his later action, tossing his poems into the fire. In-between both events he was introduced to a man. His face was unpleasant, but there was a calm, pleasant manner about him that made him feel at ease. The man bent down to his level and whispered something in his ear. The brush of his words against his earlobe made him feel loose and warm.
Layton had a nightmare.
He regretted nothing but the look on his self-proclaimed apprentice's face. In his mind, he considered the whole of Athens as his apprentice, not just this young man-- but he regretted causing the sorrow staining the boy's pretty face. He could not turn back. That was not the way of a Greek gentleman.
Luke tossed and turned.
His mentor. That crazy, insane, thoroughly genius man wasn't being dragged away. He was walking with a lazy stride with the guards to his temporary jail cell.
The death sentence would be carried out tomorrow.
He dropped, legs sprawled out, sobbing. “Take it back! Take it back so they'll let you go!”
“Why?” was his mentor's only response. Of course. He had expected nothing less than that. And nothing more.
Presently, Luke wrapped his arms around Layton, clinging.
“You almost died, professor.”
“I'm sorry, my boy. If I didn't do something, no one would. A gentleman risks his life for the sake of others.”
“You're the most brilliant man, professor.” Luke kissed him gently and pulled back to add, “But you can be a stubborn idiot.”
“Luke, I didn't want you to die.” He pulled his apprentice closer and his lips grazed the ridge of his ear. “After all, when I first met you, it was as if a swan were delivered to me.”
The words were alien to Layton's usual patterns, but it was somehow so familiar to them both. They hardly noticed the irregularity and didn't question why it felt natural.