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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka watched Frankenstein make his tea.
Notes: Set in any of the verses, really. Set before they branched.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 832
Total word count: 17,900
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka watched Frankenstein make his tea. Preparing the plants, heating the water, adding the plants...
"You look like as if you've never seen anyone make this before," Frankenstein said, stirring the water.
"I've seen it," Muzaka said, still watching Frankenstein, the smell of the plants strengthening. There had been places to the east he'd passed before that did the same. "It's just a lot of steps for a drink. Water's fine."
"And if you had the exact same meal every day?" Frankenstein said.
"Hnng, fair enough." Muzaka was fine with water, but as Frankenstein had proven time and time again, human tastes were different from werewolves.
"There are other benefits to it as well," Frankenstein added as he sat back. "For example, this tea can help to ease tensions."
Muzaka tilted his head, studying the tea and then Frankenstein. "You're tense right now?" Frankenstein didn't seem like it.
"Not yet, no." Frankenstein picked up a cup, running a finger across its side. "But I can feel a headache coming along, so it's best to head that off before it worsens."
"Aaah, got it." Muzaka nodded, watching how Frankenstein was making the tea again. He might need to know for the future, and if he didn't, he still got to watch Frankenstein this way.
* * *
Frankenstein frowned, tapping his finger against his quill. His calculations were coming together but there was something missing. It was right there, he knew it, so close to his grasp and-
"Hey."
Something jostled his shoulder and he turned his head, irritation flaring in him. It was Muzaka -of course it was. Who else would it be?- and whatever terse comment Frankenstein was going to make was halted by the scent of chamomile.
He looked down at Muzaka's hands, seeing the steaming cup of tea held out towards him. "...Is it that obvious?" Frankenstein said faintly. Usually Muzaka encouraged him to take a break with food or a spar. Tea was new, and the chamomile meaning clear.
"You press any harder and you're gonna rip through the page," Muzaka said, his tone teasing.
Frankenstein looked down, seeing his writing in a new light. Yes, his handwriting was scratchier than usual, the indents heavier. "...Ah, yes." Frankenstein sighed, putting his quill down. "A break does seem to be in order."
Frankenstein stood up and grimaced, his legs tingling. Yes, he was long overdue a break.
He took Muzaka's tea and stood by the fire, stretching - he had sat long enough to immediately do it again, even if he did have tea.
Frankenstein frowned, seeing a second cup by the fire. It was steaming slightly and Muzaka sat next to it, picking the cup up.
"I thought you weren't interested in anything other than water?"
Muzaka shrugged, sniffing at the tea as he held it. "You like it, so I wanted to try it."
Frankenstein smiled softly as Muzaka sipped the tea, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was warming to see Muzaka taking tea so seriously.
"It tastes nice," Muzaka said as Frankenstein drank his own tea.
"I'm glad you like it." Now, would chamomile have the same effect on werewolves as it did humans? Frankenstein was curious to find out, and maybe he could research that once he was done with his current project.
"Do you wanna spar?" Muzaka asked once Frankenstein had finished with his tea.
"Are you trying to keep me away from my work?" Frankenstein said wryly.
"Maybe, heh," Muzaka said, putting his cup down next to him. "You've been sitting most of the day, so let's get you exercising somethin' else other than your brain, yeah?"
Frankenstein mulled it over, and then nodded. It would be good to focus on something else right now.
* * *
Muzaka rumbled as he pinned Frankenstein down, straddling Frankenstein's hips. He grinning down at him as blood and sweat trickled down his skin.
Frankenstein had definitely been distracted at the start of the spar, his reactions slower than normal, but as the spar wore on, Frankenstein relaxed, able to concentrate more.
"I think I needed that," Frankenstein said, grinning back just as fiercely.
"Heh, good." He got up and helped Frankenstein to his feet.
"I think I..." Frankenstein trailed off, a dazed expression settling over his face.
"Frankenstein?" Muzaka said, holding him by the shoulder in case Frankenstein lost his balance. Had he knocked his head during the spar?
Frankenstein's eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. "That's it!"
"What's-"
"I need to mix the-" Frankenstein continued, almost too fast to hear. And while Muzaka did hear the words, he didn't understand anything Frankenstein was saying.
Muzaka directed him towards camp as Frankenstein continued talking, arm around Frankenstein's shoulders in case he tripped over something while his mind was focused on something else.
He smiled, listening to the enthusiasm in Frankenstein's voice, even if he understood none of it. It was good to know that tea and a spar had helped.
Summary: Muzaka watched Frankenstein make his tea.
Notes: Set in any of the verses, really. Set before they branched.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 832
Total word count: 17,900
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka watched Frankenstein make his tea. Preparing the plants, heating the water, adding the plants...
"You look like as if you've never seen anyone make this before," Frankenstein said, stirring the water.
"I've seen it," Muzaka said, still watching Frankenstein, the smell of the plants strengthening. There had been places to the east he'd passed before that did the same. "It's just a lot of steps for a drink. Water's fine."
"And if you had the exact same meal every day?" Frankenstein said.
"Hnng, fair enough." Muzaka was fine with water, but as Frankenstein had proven time and time again, human tastes were different from werewolves.
"There are other benefits to it as well," Frankenstein added as he sat back. "For example, this tea can help to ease tensions."
Muzaka tilted his head, studying the tea and then Frankenstein. "You're tense right now?" Frankenstein didn't seem like it.
"Not yet, no." Frankenstein picked up a cup, running a finger across its side. "But I can feel a headache coming along, so it's best to head that off before it worsens."
"Aaah, got it." Muzaka nodded, watching how Frankenstein was making the tea again. He might need to know for the future, and if he didn't, he still got to watch Frankenstein this way.
Frankenstein frowned, tapping his finger against his quill. His calculations were coming together but there was something missing. It was right there, he knew it, so close to his grasp and-
"Hey."
Something jostled his shoulder and he turned his head, irritation flaring in him. It was Muzaka -of course it was. Who else would it be?- and whatever terse comment Frankenstein was going to make was halted by the scent of chamomile.
He looked down at Muzaka's hands, seeing the steaming cup of tea held out towards him. "...Is it that obvious?" Frankenstein said faintly. Usually Muzaka encouraged him to take a break with food or a spar. Tea was new, and the chamomile meaning clear.
"You press any harder and you're gonna rip through the page," Muzaka said, his tone teasing.
Frankenstein looked down, seeing his writing in a new light. Yes, his handwriting was scratchier than usual, the indents heavier. "...Ah, yes." Frankenstein sighed, putting his quill down. "A break does seem to be in order."
Frankenstein stood up and grimaced, his legs tingling. Yes, he was long overdue a break.
He took Muzaka's tea and stood by the fire, stretching - he had sat long enough to immediately do it again, even if he did have tea.
Frankenstein frowned, seeing a second cup by the fire. It was steaming slightly and Muzaka sat next to it, picking the cup up.
"I thought you weren't interested in anything other than water?"
Muzaka shrugged, sniffing at the tea as he held it. "You like it, so I wanted to try it."
Frankenstein smiled softly as Muzaka sipped the tea, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was warming to see Muzaka taking tea so seriously.
"It tastes nice," Muzaka said as Frankenstein drank his own tea.
"I'm glad you like it." Now, would chamomile have the same effect on werewolves as it did humans? Frankenstein was curious to find out, and maybe he could research that once he was done with his current project.
"Do you wanna spar?" Muzaka asked once Frankenstein had finished with his tea.
"Are you trying to keep me away from my work?" Frankenstein said wryly.
"Maybe, heh," Muzaka said, putting his cup down next to him. "You've been sitting most of the day, so let's get you exercising somethin' else other than your brain, yeah?"
Frankenstein mulled it over, and then nodded. It would be good to focus on something else right now.
Muzaka rumbled as he pinned Frankenstein down, straddling Frankenstein's hips. He grinning down at him as blood and sweat trickled down his skin.
Frankenstein had definitely been distracted at the start of the spar, his reactions slower than normal, but as the spar wore on, Frankenstein relaxed, able to concentrate more.
"I think I needed that," Frankenstein said, grinning back just as fiercely.
"Heh, good." He got up and helped Frankenstein to his feet.
"I think I..." Frankenstein trailed off, a dazed expression settling over his face.
"Frankenstein?" Muzaka said, holding him by the shoulder in case Frankenstein lost his balance. Had he knocked his head during the spar?
Frankenstein's eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. "That's it!"
"What's-"
"I need to mix the-" Frankenstein continued, almost too fast to hear. And while Muzaka did hear the words, he didn't understand anything Frankenstein was saying.
Muzaka directed him towards camp as Frankenstein continued talking, arm around Frankenstein's shoulders in case he tripped over something while his mind was focused on something else.
He smiled, listening to the enthusiasm in Frankenstein's voice, even if he understood none of it. It was good to know that tea and a spar had helped.