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ambersweet) wrote2009-03-03 05:36 pm
ambersweet) wrote2009-03-03 05:36 pm
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Thrice Lovelier Shine the Things That Last - Pavi, Amber, Luigi - PG-13
Title: Thrice Lovelier Shine the Things That Last
Characters: Pavi, Amber, Luigi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1055
Summary: "It was half-past nine on the morning after their father's funeral, and he had some questions he wanted answered."
Warnings: Language. Because, you know, Luigi's in it.
Author's Note: I said "The Future Waits Without Us" was two parts, but Pavi pouted until I gave him his own part. This immediately follows "The Future Waits Without Us" and "Naked We Are Suddenly Strange." Also, this is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pellnell.
Pavi Largo had woken in many unfamiliar bedrooms during his long and varied career as a stealer of hearts. This, however, was the first time in his adult life that he'd woken up nose-to-nose with his brother. Luigi had kicked the blankets off and was sprawled out, naked, snoring, completely on display. Amber was nowhere in sight. He glanced at the clock. It was half-past nine on the morning after their father's funeral, and he had some questions he wanted answered.
Pavi slipped out of bed, retrieving his discarded trousers from the floor. He hadn't said anything the previous night, but he'd realized certain things when Amber opened the door and had proved to be nude beneath her robe. His brother's current state of undress merely confirmed his suspicions.
Amber proved to be having coffee and croissants in the dining room. "Good morning," she said, giving him a strained smile.
"Good-a morning, bella." He snagged a cup and a pastry from the sideboard and reached for the silver coffeepot at Amber's elbow. "So," he said, settling into the chair next to her. "Would-a you like to tell the Pavi how-a long you and our-a brother have been ah - involved?"
"Oh, about twelve years." The look she awarded him was rather close to a smirk.
Pavi sputtered, narrowly avoiding spilling hot coffee on himself. "What?" He had suspected for some time that something was going on, but not anything of that duration.
"Not all the time," she reassured him, leaning back in her chair. "Off and on, mostly off. Sort of serious for about - hm - three days." Since Dad's death, lay unspoken between them.
"And you keep-a this a secret from-a the Pavi? I thought we did-a not have secrets, bella." He pouted at her.
"Luigi made me promise not to say anything, and you know how he is," she said with a graceful shrug.
"Sí." He started picking at his croissant with long elegant fingers. "The Pavi wants-a details. Many details."
Amber smiled in exactly the same way she always did when she was about to talk about her sex life. Pavi loved to hear it; to watch his sister form word-pictures of her conquests, filthy words slipping past her shining lips. They told each other everything - or nearly everything, he supposed. It stung a little that she'd held something back from him for so long - but it was Luigi, and that knowledge wasn't something he would have been able to keep from teasing his brother about. The thought of them together was...enticing. He wondered if he could convince her to let him watch. "And what sorts of details do you want?"
"You know-a what the Pavi really wants-a to know, sister."
As jaded as Amber was, she always pinked prettily when he asked that question, directly or indirectly. When he'd asked her about the Graverobber she favored, she'd dissolved into a fit of giggles and blushed bright red. He'd never actually gotten an answer; he filed it away to ask later. "You're his brother, Pavi," she said. "I'll just say that you have... certain things in common."
Pavi smirked. "And-a can he use it?"
The resulting smile was slow and lazy, complete with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, yes."
"Better than the Pavi?" and he wasn't trying to sound sulky, but it did anyway.
She smirked at him and didn't answer for a long minute. "Different than the Pavi," she said at last. "He's a greedy bastard, like you'd expect him to be, but by the time he's finished, you generally don't care. It's always a race, though, who gets off first." She picked up the coffee cup and examined the rim. "I usually win."
Pavi laughed. The mental image was still amazing, fighting on another level, naked and sweating but still competing. Competing with each other, rather than against, perhaps, with no one to know who won but the other. And him, now, perhaps. "It-a sounds like everybody a-wins."
"Everybody wins what?" Luigi growled, staggering into the room.
"The pleasure of your-a company, brother," Pavi purred.
Amber glanced up at the clock. "It's before ten and you're out of bed?"
"So are you," he pointed out. "What the hell is this world coming to?"
"It'll probably fall into the sun any day now. Coffee?"
"Fuck yeah, I want coffee."
Somewhat to Pavi's surprise, Amber actually got up and brought him a cup. A week before she would have told him to get it himself, and laughed - were they that different, now? Pavi pushed aside a pain that might have been jealousy. There was a simple enough explanation: their father was dead and buried. Everything seemed different, but it was just novelty. They would get back to the business of living soon enough, and Luigi would have to get his own coffee and there would be insults at the breakfast table again instead of this peculiar consideration. Amber put her hand on Luigi's shoulder as she gave him the steaming cup, and he looked up at her with an expression that was almost tender. It was too much. "I hear-a you are fucking our-a sister," he said with a smirk.
Luigi's head whipped around and he glared. Pavi didn't miss the hurt in Amber's eyes; getting to both of them with a single sentence was quite a coup. "What the fuck business is it of yours?"
"Oh, nothing. The Pavi just-a found it interesting."
"I told you not to tell him," he snarled up at Amber, who reclaimed her seat with a pout.
"I didn't tell him, he figured it out," she replied in that whiny tone of voice that he knew grated on Luigi's nerves.
He rolled his eyes at her, grabbed the coffee cup a little too hard, and swore as the hot liquid splashed on his hand. She did laugh at that, and he called her a heartless bitch. Pavi relaxed a little as she danced back to her seat, still a-twinkle with amusement. Their father was gone, but it was still his family - arrogant bastard brother, selfish bitch sister, and himself, finally as pretty as he'd always wanted to be. Pavi went back to picking at his croissant and contemplating sneaking a camera into Amber's room.
- fin
Characters: Pavi, Amber, Luigi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1055
Summary: "It was half-past nine on the morning after their father's funeral, and he had some questions he wanted answered."
Warnings: Language. Because, you know, Luigi's in it.
Author's Note: I said "The Future Waits Without Us" was two parts, but Pavi pouted until I gave him his own part. This immediately follows "The Future Waits Without Us" and "Naked We Are Suddenly Strange." Also, this is for
pellnell.Pavi Largo had woken in many unfamiliar bedrooms during his long and varied career as a stealer of hearts. This, however, was the first time in his adult life that he'd woken up nose-to-nose with his brother. Luigi had kicked the blankets off and was sprawled out, naked, snoring, completely on display. Amber was nowhere in sight. He glanced at the clock. It was half-past nine on the morning after their father's funeral, and he had some questions he wanted answered.
Pavi slipped out of bed, retrieving his discarded trousers from the floor. He hadn't said anything the previous night, but he'd realized certain things when Amber opened the door and had proved to be nude beneath her robe. His brother's current state of undress merely confirmed his suspicions.
Amber proved to be having coffee and croissants in the dining room. "Good morning," she said, giving him a strained smile.
"Good-a morning, bella." He snagged a cup and a pastry from the sideboard and reached for the silver coffeepot at Amber's elbow. "So," he said, settling into the chair next to her. "Would-a you like to tell the Pavi how-a long you and our-a brother have been ah - involved?"
"Oh, about twelve years." The look she awarded him was rather close to a smirk.
Pavi sputtered, narrowly avoiding spilling hot coffee on himself. "What?" He had suspected for some time that something was going on, but not anything of that duration.
"Not all the time," she reassured him, leaning back in her chair. "Off and on, mostly off. Sort of serious for about - hm - three days." Since Dad's death, lay unspoken between them.
"And you keep-a this a secret from-a the Pavi? I thought we did-a not have secrets, bella." He pouted at her.
"Luigi made me promise not to say anything, and you know how he is," she said with a graceful shrug.
"Sí." He started picking at his croissant with long elegant fingers. "The Pavi wants-a details. Many details."
Amber smiled in exactly the same way she always did when she was about to talk about her sex life. Pavi loved to hear it; to watch his sister form word-pictures of her conquests, filthy words slipping past her shining lips. They told each other everything - or nearly everything, he supposed. It stung a little that she'd held something back from him for so long - but it was Luigi, and that knowledge wasn't something he would have been able to keep from teasing his brother about. The thought of them together was...enticing. He wondered if he could convince her to let him watch. "And what sorts of details do you want?"
"You know-a what the Pavi really wants-a to know, sister."
As jaded as Amber was, she always pinked prettily when he asked that question, directly or indirectly. When he'd asked her about the Graverobber she favored, she'd dissolved into a fit of giggles and blushed bright red. He'd never actually gotten an answer; he filed it away to ask later. "You're his brother, Pavi," she said. "I'll just say that you have... certain things in common."
Pavi smirked. "And-a can he use it?"
The resulting smile was slow and lazy, complete with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, yes."
"Better than the Pavi?" and he wasn't trying to sound sulky, but it did anyway.
She smirked at him and didn't answer for a long minute. "Different than the Pavi," she said at last. "He's a greedy bastard, like you'd expect him to be, but by the time he's finished, you generally don't care. It's always a race, though, who gets off first." She picked up the coffee cup and examined the rim. "I usually win."
Pavi laughed. The mental image was still amazing, fighting on another level, naked and sweating but still competing. Competing with each other, rather than against, perhaps, with no one to know who won but the other. And him, now, perhaps. "It-a sounds like everybody a-wins."
"Everybody wins what?" Luigi growled, staggering into the room.
"The pleasure of your-a company, brother," Pavi purred.
Amber glanced up at the clock. "It's before ten and you're out of bed?"
"So are you," he pointed out. "What the hell is this world coming to?"
"It'll probably fall into the sun any day now. Coffee?"
"Fuck yeah, I want coffee."
Somewhat to Pavi's surprise, Amber actually got up and brought him a cup. A week before she would have told him to get it himself, and laughed - were they that different, now? Pavi pushed aside a pain that might have been jealousy. There was a simple enough explanation: their father was dead and buried. Everything seemed different, but it was just novelty. They would get back to the business of living soon enough, and Luigi would have to get his own coffee and there would be insults at the breakfast table again instead of this peculiar consideration. Amber put her hand on Luigi's shoulder as she gave him the steaming cup, and he looked up at her with an expression that was almost tender. It was too much. "I hear-a you are fucking our-a sister," he said with a smirk.
Luigi's head whipped around and he glared. Pavi didn't miss the hurt in Amber's eyes; getting to both of them with a single sentence was quite a coup. "What the fuck business is it of yours?"
"Oh, nothing. The Pavi just-a found it interesting."
"I told you not to tell him," he snarled up at Amber, who reclaimed her seat with a pout.
"I didn't tell him, he figured it out," she replied in that whiny tone of voice that he knew grated on Luigi's nerves.
He rolled his eyes at her, grabbed the coffee cup a little too hard, and swore as the hot liquid splashed on his hand. She did laugh at that, and he called her a heartless bitch. Pavi relaxed a little as she danced back to her seat, still a-twinkle with amusement. Their father was gone, but it was still his family - arrogant bastard brother, selfish bitch sister, and himself, finally as pretty as he'd always wanted to be. Pavi went back to picking at his croissant and contemplating sneaking a camera into Amber's room.
- fin