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Title: Kind of Expected This from You
Characters: Yuri Lowell and his idkmybff Flynn Scifo
Notes: Have I mentioned I love Tales of Vesperia? No? Now you know. Headcanon was picked up from a favorite author whose stories I love reading, Strawberry Champagne. Check her out, she's got the best Yuri and Flynn stories.
It wasn’t anything special. Just a leather bound book with a strap around it to keep it shut. A basic journal. No doubt the Commandant would put logs in here, about the troubles Yuri had caused him or how long it took for the birds outside to wake him up in the morning or something. Or how many times he’d had to tell the same man off for climbing in through the window instead of going through the door like he was allowed to.
He hadn’t expected this.
So when Yuri Lowell, best friend of the beloved Commandant, sat beside Flynn Scifo that afternoon at the lunch the latter had asked him on “to catch up”, he had said, nothing made the blond choke more than the first words out of the dark-haired man’s lips.
“Oh by the yonder light that casts around us softly,
I call to thee and ask that thou let me see thee.
Basked in the light of the globe in the midnight sky,
thou art the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
Truly, I knew it t’was you whom I had fallen for.”
Yuri paused, watching Flynn choke on the sandwich.
“Seriously Flynn, where did you pick this crap up? It sounds like something out of one of Estelle’s romance novels.”
The Commandant felt it before Yuri saw it, the tell-tale flush of embarrassment rising past the blue collar of the uniform and to the tips of his ears. The latter laughed and swiped the rest of Flynn’s sandwich from his late, taking a bite and recoiling at the taste.
“Speaking of crap, is this what they’re feeding the knights now? I knew there was another reason I left.”
“Actually, Yuri, I made that myself.”
A beat.
“Tone down on the spices a bit, there’s need for them in a potato salad sandwich anyways.”
Flynn didn’t care if Yuri harshed his cooking at the moment, at least it got him off the uncomfortable topic of his poetry. He was a bit thankful that the man hadn’t read the later entries, which contained some on a more... personal level, to say the least. He gave a small sigh and closed his eyes, only opening them when he heard Yuri throwing away his perfectly good sandwich.
“Yuri, that was a perfectly good sandwich!”
“In form, yeah.”
“It was fine in taste too.”
“You have braver taste-buds than I, oh great Flynn.”
As Yuri gave him a lazy smile with the remark, Flynn could feel the annoyance fade away. Somehow, that smile always made whatever anger he had go away. And it made his stomach clench in a way he knew wasn’t the sandwich’s fault. He stood as Yuri sat back down.
“I apologize, I have a few things to attend to.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I know that the Commandant is a busy man. Besides, he probably wants to write more about the lilies that blossom in the far reaches of the dark lake of his mind.”
Flynn froze, then glanced back at him.
“You’ll be putting that book back where you found it, Yuri, in my chest beneath my personal belongings.”
It wasn’t a suggestion or a request, but a command. Yuri smirked in reply, but said nothing. After all, he wasn’t one to make promises he couldn’t keep. And he never did well being commanded. He watched the other and knew he was waiting for an answer.
“Whatever you say, Commandant.”
Flynn seemed to hesitate, then shook his head and walked out, full of purpose. That guy needed to learn he was allowed to take a longer lunch than just five minutes.
Characters: Yuri Lowell and his idkmybff Flynn Scifo
Notes: Have I mentioned I love Tales of Vesperia? No? Now you know. Headcanon was picked up from a favorite author whose stories I love reading, Strawberry Champagne. Check her out, she's got the best Yuri and Flynn stories.
It wasn’t anything special. Just a leather bound book with a strap around it to keep it shut. A basic journal. No doubt the Commandant would put logs in here, about the troubles Yuri had caused him or how long it took for the birds outside to wake him up in the morning or something. Or how many times he’d had to tell the same man off for climbing in through the window instead of going through the door like he was allowed to.
He hadn’t expected this.
So when Yuri Lowell, best friend of the beloved Commandant, sat beside Flynn Scifo that afternoon at the lunch the latter had asked him on “to catch up”, he had said, nothing made the blond choke more than the first words out of the dark-haired man’s lips.
“Oh by the yonder light that casts around us softly,
I call to thee and ask that thou let me see thee.
Basked in the light of the globe in the midnight sky,
thou art the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
Truly, I knew it t’was you whom I had fallen for.”
Yuri paused, watching Flynn choke on the sandwich.
“Seriously Flynn, where did you pick this crap up? It sounds like something out of one of Estelle’s romance novels.”
The Commandant felt it before Yuri saw it, the tell-tale flush of embarrassment rising past the blue collar of the uniform and to the tips of his ears. The latter laughed and swiped the rest of Flynn’s sandwich from his late, taking a bite and recoiling at the taste.
“Speaking of crap, is this what they’re feeding the knights now? I knew there was another reason I left.”
“Actually, Yuri, I made that myself.”
A beat.
“Tone down on the spices a bit, there’s need for them in a potato salad sandwich anyways.”
Flynn didn’t care if Yuri harshed his cooking at the moment, at least it got him off the uncomfortable topic of his poetry. He was a bit thankful that the man hadn’t read the later entries, which contained some on a more... personal level, to say the least. He gave a small sigh and closed his eyes, only opening them when he heard Yuri throwing away his perfectly good sandwich.
“Yuri, that was a perfectly good sandwich!”
“In form, yeah.”
“It was fine in taste too.”
“You have braver taste-buds than I, oh great Flynn.”
As Yuri gave him a lazy smile with the remark, Flynn could feel the annoyance fade away. Somehow, that smile always made whatever anger he had go away. And it made his stomach clench in a way he knew wasn’t the sandwich’s fault. He stood as Yuri sat back down.
“I apologize, I have a few things to attend to.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I know that the Commandant is a busy man. Besides, he probably wants to write more about the lilies that blossom in the far reaches of the dark lake of his mind.”
Flynn froze, then glanced back at him.
“You’ll be putting that book back where you found it, Yuri, in my chest beneath my personal belongings.”
It wasn’t a suggestion or a request, but a command. Yuri smirked in reply, but said nothing. After all, he wasn’t one to make promises he couldn’t keep. And he never did well being commanded. He watched the other and knew he was waiting for an answer.
“Whatever you say, Commandant.”
Flynn seemed to hesitate, then shook his head and walked out, full of purpose. That guy needed to learn he was allowed to take a longer lunch than just five minutes.