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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka returns from a trip.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,397
Total word count: 38,574
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein read his book while curled up on the couch, grumbling as he made notes in a separate journal. The author made some interesting points, but their conclusions were atrocious.
His concentration snapped to the sound of someone opening the window in the kitchen. A thief? A Union agent? He listened as the person walked straight out the kitchen, Frankenstein moving so he would be ready to roll off the couch if need be, his transformation ready. Not an opportunist if the intruder wasn't rifling through drawers: they were looking for something specific.
In fact, the intruder wasn't even trying to be quiet, walking straight to - Frankenstein recognised the footsteps just before Muzaka's head poked his head through the open door.
"We have a front door," Frankenstein said with a sigh as he relaxed. "I could have attacked you."
"Nah," Muzaka said as he came in, "your reactions are too good for that."
True...
Muzaka crossed the room in a few strides and then flopped onto the sofa, laying his head on Frankenstein's stomach.
Huh. Frankenstein sat his book and pen down since he wouldn't use them again any time soon and then started running a hand through Muzaka's hair. "How was the meeting?" Muzaka had gone to a werewolf meeting for his most recent trip, rather than his usual travels.
"Annoying." Muzaka buried his face deeper into Frankenstein's stomach. "They just keep bickering and never making a decision until I step in."
Frankenstein hummed. "That does sound like werewolves." Wanting to use their strength first to settle an argument and not backing down.
"Hnnggg."
"Do you want anything?" Frankenstein said, still running his fingers through Muzaka's hair. It never seemed to tangle and Frankenstein sometimes wondered if werewolves could unconsciously brush their hair with their aura or if their auras somehow stopped their hair from tangling. Whatever it was, it didn't stop leaves and twigs from being caught in Muzaka's hair and Frankenstein teased them out, keeping them in his free hand.
"I got what I want right here," Muzaka said, his voice muffled.
"All right." Frankenstein smiled softly at him, continuing to brush out his hair.
* * *
The living room door was ajar when Frankenstein walked by one evening and he narrowed his eyes, listening out for any movement. There wasn't the tell tale sound of rummaging or opening of drawers. Had the person already left?
Frankenstein eased the door open, looking for anything out of place.
There was one thing that wasn't there the last time Frankenstein had been there and he sighed. Muzaka was sprawled out across the sofa, sleeping.
It must have been another busy werewolf meeting if he fell asleep instantly.
Frankenstein went over and gently shook Muzaka's shoulder. Muzaka only inhaled deeply, and then turned his head towards Frankenstein.
A deep sleep then. Frankenstein leaned over and lifted Muzaka in his arms. Muzaka helped by curling closer to him, making Frankenstein smile. Even in sleep, Muzaka sought him out.
Frankenstein adjusted his grip and then went to their bedroom. While sleeping on the sofa wouldn't affect Muzaka much (he could sleep anywhere and any damage would be immediately healed), Frankenstein would still prefer he be as comfortable as possible.
* * *
Frankenstein jotted down some notes, already seeing a visible change as soon as he mixed the chemicals together. Fascinating!
He paused when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders. He hadn't heard anyone approach, hadn't sensed anyone.
Because it was someone he was familiar with, silver hair in the corner of his eyes.
"Can I stop being the Lord?" Muzaka grumbled into Frankenstein's shoulder.
"Who would succeed you?" They'd had similar conversations before, usually after another meeting. Enough that Frankenstein could navigate talking with him while still taking notes.
"Dorant's a good choice."
"Mm." Frankenstein continued writing. "You've said that for the past hundred years now."
"I know, I know." Muzaka hooked his chin over Frankenstein's shoulder, watching him work. "I wouldn't wanna inflict this on anyone else though."
"How very kind of you."
Muzaka grumbled again.
It was a circular conversation, Muzaka wanting to stop being the Lord, but also not wanting anyone else to do it. It would have to end one way or another though. "If you're so displeased, you could start teaching Dorant the basics about being the Lord so he doesn't have to learn it all from scratch."
He felt Muzaka still. "Well - hm."
"Hm?" Muzaka wasn't jumping at the chance like Frankenstein was expecting.
"If I do that, people'll know I think he'll be the next Lord."
Frankenstein opened his mouth and paused, reconsidering what he was about to say. "And...?" That didn't seem to be a problem.
"And he's still a little young to be vying for the Lord position. People'll get..."
Ah. "Jealous?"
Muzaka nodded.
Even with all their differences, werewolves and humans were still similar in other places. Being jealous of someone younger who had a better knack, hah. "Then do you have to be as obvious or announce it?" Frankenstein mulled the idea over. "Or invite him here."
"Huh? Really?"
"It's away from the other werewolves, and we have werewolves passing by often enough it wouldn't be so strange to see him here."
"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Muzaka turned his head to kiss Frankenstein's cheek. "So what're you researching right now?"
Frankenstein eyed him. "You're not going to ask him now?"
Muzaka shrugged, still peering at Frankenstein's worktop. "I can do that later - your research is always somethin' new."
Except when Frankenstein was repeating trials to make sure he had a consistent reaction. Though even then he would have different results to research further.
But it would be like Muzaka to put something off for later, since he would always have more time.
* * *
Frankenstein scowled at the vial. The chemicals had reacted, yes, but not in the way he wanted. He would need to- "Urk!"
Someone had grabbed him by the waist, throwing him over their shoulder. He transformed, claws slicing towards-
The back covered with silver hair.
"Muzaka? What are you doing?"
"Have you moved since I left?"
Since he-? "You just left!"
Muzaka patted his back while Frankenstein watched his desk and his experiments get further and further away. "I've been gone a week. That proves you haven't moved."
Muzaka had been gone...? Really? It hadn't felt that long. There had always been something else that he needed to do before he was distracted by something else.
"C'mon, I'll make food and then you can sleep."
"Like I have a choice," Frankenstein grumbled, the lab doors closing behind them. Not when he was still slung over Muzaka's shoulders.
But. He should do that, as much as he didn't want to. If he was exhausted, he would make mistakes and that wouldn't do at all.
* * *
Frankenstein cleaned the kitchen countertops, humming under his breath. It wasn't scientific, but he had an inkling that Muzaka would return soon so Frankenstein made a more extensive dinner than he would if he was just cooking for himself. Well. There was pattern recognition - Muzaka usually left for a week and arrived later in the day, which unless he had been held u-
A rattle at the kitchen window. Frankenstein looked across to see Muzaka, with a blond werewolf behind him. Hm.
Frankenstein pointed to the kitchen door with a raised eyebrow.
Muzaka rattled the window again and Frankenstein sighed, opening it. "We have a door," he said as he stepped back.
"This is more fun though," Muzaka said as he squirmed in. "Good to see you're not still in the lab." He straightened and kissed Frankenstein while Dorant came in.
"I'm capable of leaving the lab without your help," Frankenstein said dryly once they were finished.
"Yeah. You can - you just don't." Muzaka grinned, clapping a hand on Dorant's shoulder. "I brought him!"
"I can see that." Frankenstein shook his head. "Good evening, Dorant. It's good to see you again."
Dorant bowed in greeting, his eyes going towards some of the plates Frankenstein hadn't carried through yet.
Frankenstein smiled, seeing Muzaka collecting a few of them already. "Dinner's ready so feel free to join us."
He may not have cooked for three people but there would be enough to eat, and he was happy enough to have Muzaka return.
Summary: Muzaka returns from a trip.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,397
Total word count: 38,574
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein read his book while curled up on the couch, grumbling as he made notes in a separate journal. The author made some interesting points, but their conclusions were atrocious.
His concentration snapped to the sound of someone opening the window in the kitchen. A thief? A Union agent? He listened as the person walked straight out the kitchen, Frankenstein moving so he would be ready to roll off the couch if need be, his transformation ready. Not an opportunist if the intruder wasn't rifling through drawers: they were looking for something specific.
In fact, the intruder wasn't even trying to be quiet, walking straight to - Frankenstein recognised the footsteps just before Muzaka's head poked his head through the open door.
"We have a front door," Frankenstein said with a sigh as he relaxed. "I could have attacked you."
"Nah," Muzaka said as he came in, "your reactions are too good for that."
True...
Muzaka crossed the room in a few strides and then flopped onto the sofa, laying his head on Frankenstein's stomach.
Huh. Frankenstein sat his book and pen down since he wouldn't use them again any time soon and then started running a hand through Muzaka's hair. "How was the meeting?" Muzaka had gone to a werewolf meeting for his most recent trip, rather than his usual travels.
"Annoying." Muzaka buried his face deeper into Frankenstein's stomach. "They just keep bickering and never making a decision until I step in."
Frankenstein hummed. "That does sound like werewolves." Wanting to use their strength first to settle an argument and not backing down.
"Hnnggg."
"Do you want anything?" Frankenstein said, still running his fingers through Muzaka's hair. It never seemed to tangle and Frankenstein sometimes wondered if werewolves could unconsciously brush their hair with their aura or if their auras somehow stopped their hair from tangling. Whatever it was, it didn't stop leaves and twigs from being caught in Muzaka's hair and Frankenstein teased them out, keeping them in his free hand.
"I got what I want right here," Muzaka said, his voice muffled.
"All right." Frankenstein smiled softly at him, continuing to brush out his hair.
The living room door was ajar when Frankenstein walked by one evening and he narrowed his eyes, listening out for any movement. There wasn't the tell tale sound of rummaging or opening of drawers. Had the person already left?
Frankenstein eased the door open, looking for anything out of place.
There was one thing that wasn't there the last time Frankenstein had been there and he sighed. Muzaka was sprawled out across the sofa, sleeping.
It must have been another busy werewolf meeting if he fell asleep instantly.
Frankenstein went over and gently shook Muzaka's shoulder. Muzaka only inhaled deeply, and then turned his head towards Frankenstein.
A deep sleep then. Frankenstein leaned over and lifted Muzaka in his arms. Muzaka helped by curling closer to him, making Frankenstein smile. Even in sleep, Muzaka sought him out.
Frankenstein adjusted his grip and then went to their bedroom. While sleeping on the sofa wouldn't affect Muzaka much (he could sleep anywhere and any damage would be immediately healed), Frankenstein would still prefer he be as comfortable as possible.
Frankenstein jotted down some notes, already seeing a visible change as soon as he mixed the chemicals together. Fascinating!
He paused when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders. He hadn't heard anyone approach, hadn't sensed anyone.
Because it was someone he was familiar with, silver hair in the corner of his eyes.
"Can I stop being the Lord?" Muzaka grumbled into Frankenstein's shoulder.
"Who would succeed you?" They'd had similar conversations before, usually after another meeting. Enough that Frankenstein could navigate talking with him while still taking notes.
"Dorant's a good choice."
"Mm." Frankenstein continued writing. "You've said that for the past hundred years now."
"I know, I know." Muzaka hooked his chin over Frankenstein's shoulder, watching him work. "I wouldn't wanna inflict this on anyone else though."
"How very kind of you."
Muzaka grumbled again.
It was a circular conversation, Muzaka wanting to stop being the Lord, but also not wanting anyone else to do it. It would have to end one way or another though. "If you're so displeased, you could start teaching Dorant the basics about being the Lord so he doesn't have to learn it all from scratch."
He felt Muzaka still. "Well - hm."
"Hm?" Muzaka wasn't jumping at the chance like Frankenstein was expecting.
"If I do that, people'll know I think he'll be the next Lord."
Frankenstein opened his mouth and paused, reconsidering what he was about to say. "And...?" That didn't seem to be a problem.
"And he's still a little young to be vying for the Lord position. People'll get..."
Ah. "Jealous?"
Muzaka nodded.
Even with all their differences, werewolves and humans were still similar in other places. Being jealous of someone younger who had a better knack, hah. "Then do you have to be as obvious or announce it?" Frankenstein mulled the idea over. "Or invite him here."
"Huh? Really?"
"It's away from the other werewolves, and we have werewolves passing by often enough it wouldn't be so strange to see him here."
"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Muzaka turned his head to kiss Frankenstein's cheek. "So what're you researching right now?"
Frankenstein eyed him. "You're not going to ask him now?"
Muzaka shrugged, still peering at Frankenstein's worktop. "I can do that later - your research is always somethin' new."
Except when Frankenstein was repeating trials to make sure he had a consistent reaction. Though even then he would have different results to research further.
But it would be like Muzaka to put something off for later, since he would always have more time.
Frankenstein scowled at the vial. The chemicals had reacted, yes, but not in the way he wanted. He would need to- "Urk!"
Someone had grabbed him by the waist, throwing him over their shoulder. He transformed, claws slicing towards-
The back covered with silver hair.
"Muzaka? What are you doing?"
"Have you moved since I left?"
Since he-? "You just left!"
Muzaka patted his back while Frankenstein watched his desk and his experiments get further and further away. "I've been gone a week. That proves you haven't moved."
Muzaka had been gone...? Really? It hadn't felt that long. There had always been something else that he needed to do before he was distracted by something else.
"C'mon, I'll make food and then you can sleep."
"Like I have a choice," Frankenstein grumbled, the lab doors closing behind them. Not when he was still slung over Muzaka's shoulders.
But. He should do that, as much as he didn't want to. If he was exhausted, he would make mistakes and that wouldn't do at all.
Frankenstein cleaned the kitchen countertops, humming under his breath. It wasn't scientific, but he had an inkling that Muzaka would return soon so Frankenstein made a more extensive dinner than he would if he was just cooking for himself. Well. There was pattern recognition - Muzaka usually left for a week and arrived later in the day, which unless he had been held u-
A rattle at the kitchen window. Frankenstein looked across to see Muzaka, with a blond werewolf behind him. Hm.
Frankenstein pointed to the kitchen door with a raised eyebrow.
Muzaka rattled the window again and Frankenstein sighed, opening it. "We have a door," he said as he stepped back.
"This is more fun though," Muzaka said as he squirmed in. "Good to see you're not still in the lab." He straightened and kissed Frankenstein while Dorant came in.
"I'm capable of leaving the lab without your help," Frankenstein said dryly once they were finished.
"Yeah. You can - you just don't." Muzaka grinned, clapping a hand on Dorant's shoulder. "I brought him!"
"I can see that." Frankenstein shook his head. "Good evening, Dorant. It's good to see you again."
Dorant bowed in greeting, his eyes going towards some of the plates Frankenstein hadn't carried through yet.
Frankenstein smiled, seeing Muzaka collecting a few of them already. "Dinner's ready so feel free to join us."
He may not have cooked for three people but there would be enough to eat, and he was happy enough to have Muzaka return.