Fanfic: Moon-Boy
Yes, you read that right. Viking fluff, for Krissy of course, because who else would I write viking fluff for?
Author: Stephanie (Stephanie)
Fandom: Rent (Heavily AU)
Pairing: Roger/Mark (Or Rodgeirr/Manni, as it were)
Title: Moon-Boy
Word Count: 710
Rating/Warning: PG
Summary: Rodgeirr shares a small poem with his new slave, Manni.
Moon Boy
“There is a moon boy…”
Manni turns to look up at Rodgeirr with curious, sharp eyes which clearly express that he has no real idea what is being said to him. He must have recognized his new given name, moon, though, because he is now carefully watching Rodgeirr, waiting for him to continue.
Rodgeirr is more than pleased to be receiving attention from the slave boy, and soaks in the intent in which Manni stares at him with for a while. On the slim piece of beach they have taken from the rest of the festival celebrates for the night, Rodgeirr and Manni have laid themselves out flat and close to where the waves can almost but never reach them. Just along the way there are shouts and fires and drinks being passed around, but Rodgeirr is happy to have Manni and his interest all to himself. He scoots closer, sand slipping into his tunic, until their shoulders rub together, making Manni chuckle and nudge him back.
“This is a moon boy,” Rodgeirr starts again, and at the sound close to his name, Manni instantly turns back to Rodgeirr, attentively listening to words he didn’t yet know. It must sound strange to him, to listen to a language he couldn’t decipher, but Rodgeirr had written this story for him, and he is determined to tell it even if Manni can only pretend to listen.
“A striking, sweet moon boy who sat silently serene,” Rodgeirr tells Manni, his hand resting on his head, stroking back his short hair all the way down to the tight leather collar that marked the slave. “And shone so bright he blinded the many stars in his beauty. Envious and enraged, they throw him to the terra. And as he tumbled, tarnished, the ravens and wolves gathered beneath to feast upon this fallen boy. But before they could snatch the shimmering soul, a brave bard did banish the beasts. And though the moon boy could no longer shine, being saved so selflessly filled his heart with human affections, and though he recovered his shine, he choose to stay rather than return to his spot on the moon.”
Manni appears to have perked up, back arching in their laying position as a sign of responsiveness. Rodgeirr isn’t sure if he could understand the poem or simply liked the touching, so he continues with both. It certainly isn’t unusual for Rodgeirr to endow upon Manni far more creases and attention than he did any other slave, indeed anyone at all, and as it is night and everyone else is kept busy by their celebrating. So Rodgeirr feels brave enough to slide his hand down to Manni’s back, fingers running along his spine like one might pet a beloved dog. Certainly Manni reacted close to the same way, head flopping down into his arms, devoted eyes still trained on Rodgeirr.
Though that is as far as he had gotten so far with the words, and even the practiced ones don’t quite fit his wanted meter, Rodgeirr decides that he couldn’t stop when Manni looks so pleased to be listening. “And Rodgeirr did care for his fallen moon boy,” he tells Manni, as if this is all still part of his poem. “And made sure that no more beasts tried to take him away, and that no more stars got so jealous as to strike him down. And he kept the boy safe on earth, with just enough shine that only Rodgeirr could see and admire him.”
By now the sounds across the beach seem forever away, and Manni had curled himself up so that his small frame was pressing against Rodgeirr’s chest as his hand continues brushing up and down the skin of his back, leaving shivers in his wake. “Good?” He asks as his hand goes back to Manni’s hair, scratching gently behind his ear. He knows that is one word that Manni understands, at least even if he doesn’t know the rest of the story Rodgeirr just told him. Probably for the best.
"Good," Manni answers in a sleepy voice and a small smile, pushing closer to Rodgeirr, buried against his chest so that Rodgeirr can save him from rust and ravens and all those things that endanger moon boys.
Author: Stephanie (Stephanie)
Fandom: Rent (Heavily AU)
Pairing: Roger/Mark (Or Rodgeirr/Manni, as it were)
Title: Moon-Boy
Word Count: 710
Rating/Warning: PG
Summary: Rodgeirr shares a small poem with his new slave, Manni.
Moon Boy
“There is a moon boy…”
Manni turns to look up at Rodgeirr with curious, sharp eyes which clearly express that he has no real idea what is being said to him. He must have recognized his new given name, moon, though, because he is now carefully watching Rodgeirr, waiting for him to continue.
Rodgeirr is more than pleased to be receiving attention from the slave boy, and soaks in the intent in which Manni stares at him with for a while. On the slim piece of beach they have taken from the rest of the festival celebrates for the night, Rodgeirr and Manni have laid themselves out flat and close to where the waves can almost but never reach them. Just along the way there are shouts and fires and drinks being passed around, but Rodgeirr is happy to have Manni and his interest all to himself. He scoots closer, sand slipping into his tunic, until their shoulders rub together, making Manni chuckle and nudge him back.
“This is a moon boy,” Rodgeirr starts again, and at the sound close to his name, Manni instantly turns back to Rodgeirr, attentively listening to words he didn’t yet know. It must sound strange to him, to listen to a language he couldn’t decipher, but Rodgeirr had written this story for him, and he is determined to tell it even if Manni can only pretend to listen.
“A striking, sweet moon boy who sat silently serene,” Rodgeirr tells Manni, his hand resting on his head, stroking back his short hair all the way down to the tight leather collar that marked the slave. “And shone so bright he blinded the many stars in his beauty. Envious and enraged, they throw him to the terra. And as he tumbled, tarnished, the ravens and wolves gathered beneath to feast upon this fallen boy. But before they could snatch the shimmering soul, a brave bard did banish the beasts. And though the moon boy could no longer shine, being saved so selflessly filled his heart with human affections, and though he recovered his shine, he choose to stay rather than return to his spot on the moon.”
Manni appears to have perked up, back arching in their laying position as a sign of responsiveness. Rodgeirr isn’t sure if he could understand the poem or simply liked the touching, so he continues with both. It certainly isn’t unusual for Rodgeirr to endow upon Manni far more creases and attention than he did any other slave, indeed anyone at all, and as it is night and everyone else is kept busy by their celebrating. So Rodgeirr feels brave enough to slide his hand down to Manni’s back, fingers running along his spine like one might pet a beloved dog. Certainly Manni reacted close to the same way, head flopping down into his arms, devoted eyes still trained on Rodgeirr.
Though that is as far as he had gotten so far with the words, and even the practiced ones don’t quite fit his wanted meter, Rodgeirr decides that he couldn’t stop when Manni looks so pleased to be listening. “And Rodgeirr did care for his fallen moon boy,” he tells Manni, as if this is all still part of his poem. “And made sure that no more beasts tried to take him away, and that no more stars got so jealous as to strike him down. And he kept the boy safe on earth, with just enough shine that only Rodgeirr could see and admire him.”
By now the sounds across the beach seem forever away, and Manni had curled himself up so that his small frame was pressing against Rodgeirr’s chest as his hand continues brushing up and down the skin of his back, leaving shivers in his wake. “Good?” He asks as his hand goes back to Manni’s hair, scratching gently behind his ear. He knows that is one word that Manni understands, at least even if he doesn’t know the rest of the story Rodgeirr just told him. Probably for the best.
"Good," Manni answers in a sleepy voice and a small smile, pushing closer to Rodgeirr, buried against his chest so that Rodgeirr can save him from rust and ravens and all those things that endanger moon boys.