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[November 12 ][A Fortuitious Lizard]
Title: The Fortuitious Lizard
Date/Theme: November 12: ‘A kiss, and the end of the world’
Series: An Outpost of Progress( a short story by Joesph Conrad)
Pairing: Kayerts/Carlier
Rating: PG
It had been hard at first for Kayerts to sleep at night. The jungle made so much noise, and every crunch of a broken twig made him thing of monsters or menacing natives. Now Kayerts took it in stride, and that night he slept peacefully.
At least he did until Carlier shoved him over and climbed into his bed. Karlier sat up, rubbing his eyes and staring blearily at the thinner man. “Carlier, what-”
“Lizard died in my bed,” Carlier mumbled, confiscating most of the blankets. “Not cleaning it up tonight.”
“Just throw it out the window!” Kayerts protested.
“It vomited.”
“I don’t care, get out of my bed!” But Carlier was already either asleep or doing a very good impression of it. Kayerts sighed and rested back on his elbows. He and Carlier had become quite close during the weeks they had spent together in the middle of the wilderness, but they’d never been quite this close. It was rather interesting.
He’d look a bit better if he got rid of the moustache, thought Kayerts as he studied his comrade. He reached out gingerly and touched the other man’s face, hesitant fingers flitting over cheek, nose, and rough lips. Carlier was quite handsome in a sort of roguish way. He was much more attractive then Kayerts, who could stand to lose some weight and gain the equivalent in height. Kayerts had placidly sat through Carlier’s tales of sexual and romantic conquest, and never found a reason to doubt any but the most outlandish ones.
He gently touched Carlier’s hair, jerking back as Carlier rolled over and mumbled something incomprehensible. One eye slowly opened and scrutinized the general area. Kayerts remained still, hoping the darkness would hide him from any mild misunderstandings. The eye slowly closed, and Kayerts began breathing again.
Here they were, practically at the end of the world where it dropped off into nothingness, surrounded by jungles and savages with only each other to depend on. Kayerts needed Carlier, more than he had needed any human being he had ever known. The thin, mustached man was his lifeline to civilization. That could be why their predecessor had gone insane. He had no Carlier to talk to and discuss literature with. No one to be with who was dearer to him then anyone else, perhaps excluding his daughter. No one to love like a wife and a brother at the same time.
Kayerts ran a hand over Carlier’s hair again before rolling over and lying on his side with his back pressed against the other man’s rough shirt. He wondered as he slowly faded into sleep, if that lizard had a sick brother who would consider dropping by tomorrow night.
Date/Theme: November 12: ‘A kiss, and the end of the world’
Series: An Outpost of Progress( a short story by Joesph Conrad)
Pairing: Kayerts/Carlier
Rating: PG
It had been hard at first for Kayerts to sleep at night. The jungle made so much noise, and every crunch of a broken twig made him thing of monsters or menacing natives. Now Kayerts took it in stride, and that night he slept peacefully.
At least he did until Carlier shoved him over and climbed into his bed. Karlier sat up, rubbing his eyes and staring blearily at the thinner man. “Carlier, what-”
“Lizard died in my bed,” Carlier mumbled, confiscating most of the blankets. “Not cleaning it up tonight.”
“Just throw it out the window!” Kayerts protested.
“It vomited.”
“I don’t care, get out of my bed!” But Carlier was already either asleep or doing a very good impression of it. Kayerts sighed and rested back on his elbows. He and Carlier had become quite close during the weeks they had spent together in the middle of the wilderness, but they’d never been quite this close. It was rather interesting.
He’d look a bit better if he got rid of the moustache, thought Kayerts as he studied his comrade. He reached out gingerly and touched the other man’s face, hesitant fingers flitting over cheek, nose, and rough lips. Carlier was quite handsome in a sort of roguish way. He was much more attractive then Kayerts, who could stand to lose some weight and gain the equivalent in height. Kayerts had placidly sat through Carlier’s tales of sexual and romantic conquest, and never found a reason to doubt any but the most outlandish ones.
He gently touched Carlier’s hair, jerking back as Carlier rolled over and mumbled something incomprehensible. One eye slowly opened and scrutinized the general area. Kayerts remained still, hoping the darkness would hide him from any mild misunderstandings. The eye slowly closed, and Kayerts began breathing again.
Here they were, practically at the end of the world where it dropped off into nothingness, surrounded by jungles and savages with only each other to depend on. Kayerts needed Carlier, more than he had needed any human being he had ever known. The thin, mustached man was his lifeline to civilization. That could be why their predecessor had gone insane. He had no Carlier to talk to and discuss literature with. No one to be with who was dearer to him then anyone else, perhaps excluding his daughter. No one to love like a wife and a brother at the same time.
Kayerts ran a hand over Carlier’s hair again before rolling over and lying on his side with his back pressed against the other man’s rough shirt. He wondered as he slowly faded into sleep, if that lizard had a sick brother who would consider dropping by tomorrow night.