7a. Vespers, story 1 (dusk) - G
Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:19 pm
Title: Vespers (1)
Author: redwinter101
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: this is the first of two stories for Vespers, the seventh story in the Divine Office series, and it takes place at dusk. I've wanted to write this for ages, so I hope you like it. But it's so very, very brief that there is another, longer story coming up a little later. Don't say you don't get value for money. This is post-Sonata.
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--- Vespers ---
"Cheers!"
"Is that for me, or the sunset?"
"Even after four hundred years, it never gets old, buddy. Never." Josef took a deep draft, emptying his glass with an almost imperceptible smack of his lips. They stood side by side on the balcony, their occasional, cherished ritual at the ending of another day in the human world and the beginning of another night in theirs.
"I'll have to take your word for it."
Josef spun on his heel, fixing Mick with a grin, "Yes, you will. Because the likelihood of you ever reaching my venerable age is slim to remote. At least as long as you keep insisting on 'helping' ungrateful humans with their missing children and errant spouses." Mick kept his eyes fixed on the embers of the sinking sun but he could feel Josef's indulgent eye-roll.
"But how else would I fill my long nights otherwise? The devil makes work for idle hands, Josef, as you know better than most."
"He does if you'll give him half a chance." Josef glanced at his watch, gliding back through the loft, reaching for his jacket, "And anyway, I thought you'd found far more interesting ways of filling your cold, lonely evenings these days?"
Beth chose precisely that moment to announce her arrival with a click of the door. Josef halted mid-pace, turning to Mick with a smirk, "The prosecution rests."
But his parry was lost, his audience gone, "Hey," Mick moved forward, drawn, the warmth of smile meeting smile.
"Third wheel again," Josef snorted. "Beth, lovely to see you. Mick, idle hands, my friend," waggling his fingers for emphasis, he slipped on his jacket and headed out the door, "Millions to make, careers to ruin, so spare a thought for a working stiff, won't you?"
Mick's soft laugh subsided and silence fell as the door closed, Josef's vibrant hum lingering. Beth pulled him into her arms as the soft lights glowed to life; another day over, another night beginning, each player in their allotted role.
In this brief, precious moment, all was right with the world.
Author: redwinter101
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters
Note: this is the first of two stories for Vespers, the seventh story in the Divine Office series, and it takes place at dusk. I've wanted to write this for ages, so I hope you like it. But it's so very, very brief that there is another, longer story coming up a little later. Don't say you don't get value for money. This is post-Sonata.
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--- Vespers ---
"Cheers!"
"Is that for me, or the sunset?"
"Even after four hundred years, it never gets old, buddy. Never." Josef took a deep draft, emptying his glass with an almost imperceptible smack of his lips. They stood side by side on the balcony, their occasional, cherished ritual at the ending of another day in the human world and the beginning of another night in theirs.
"I'll have to take your word for it."
Josef spun on his heel, fixing Mick with a grin, "Yes, you will. Because the likelihood of you ever reaching my venerable age is slim to remote. At least as long as you keep insisting on 'helping' ungrateful humans with their missing children and errant spouses." Mick kept his eyes fixed on the embers of the sinking sun but he could feel Josef's indulgent eye-roll.
"But how else would I fill my long nights otherwise? The devil makes work for idle hands, Josef, as you know better than most."
"He does if you'll give him half a chance." Josef glanced at his watch, gliding back through the loft, reaching for his jacket, "And anyway, I thought you'd found far more interesting ways of filling your cold, lonely evenings these days?"
Beth chose precisely that moment to announce her arrival with a click of the door. Josef halted mid-pace, turning to Mick with a smirk, "The prosecution rests."
But his parry was lost, his audience gone, "Hey," Mick moved forward, drawn, the warmth of smile meeting smile.
"Third wheel again," Josef snorted. "Beth, lovely to see you. Mick, idle hands, my friend," waggling his fingers for emphasis, he slipped on his jacket and headed out the door, "Millions to make, careers to ruin, so spare a thought for a working stiff, won't you?"
Mick's soft laugh subsided and silence fell as the door closed, Josef's vibrant hum lingering. Beth pulled him into her arms as the soft lights glowed to life; another day over, another night beginning, each player in their allotted role.
In this brief, precious moment, all was right with the world.
francis, nothing Greek here, I promise. 
A little bit of happy makes the world go round...
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