For I'm loved By A Pretty Wonderful Boy
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rxelyntitle: And I Pity (Any Boy Who Isn't Me)
universe: capriccio
type: drabble
pairing: Xavier/Del
notes: So... I was randomly surfing around the internet, and something random I saw prompted me to write this little drabble, consisting of Del and Xavier. It's meant to be funny and harmless but if you can't stand like cross dressing and slash, well, it makes more sense for you not to read.
Xavier Fitzroy was no stranger to strange sights, having grown up with four younger sisters. Ridiculously horrendous hair days, to walking fashion disasters to outright freak shows; there were the times when Jeannie decided that mixing weird lurid colors together made her seem avant-garde or Claire thinking that going goth just required excessive makeup, and not tasteful and proper application of said makeup.
He usually managed to keep a straight face, reserving his laughter until he was far away from these unfashionable plights. His sense of self preservation strongly advised him never to offend his sisters because if that was their concept of fashion, who knew what they might do to his wardrobe as revenge?
However, it seemed that the instinct did not extend over to include boyfriends as well, which was quite a pity, given Del's infamous murderous glare currently burning holes into him. He couldn't help it; when the shorter teen had approached him, dressed to the nines, in drag. It was so out of character that it took nearly a minute forhim to register the image properly, when he promptly burst out laughing.
The teenager had on an elaborate wig, consisting of artfully dishelleved golden curls, that framed his face in an angle that made his sharp features seem less fierce, and more elegant. Not that Xavier knew much about such things, but observing younger sisters made him more knowledgable than some. He had on a vintage looing costume, a longish white dress that seemed to emphasize his slender frame that flared out into a full skirt from his hips down, secured with a bright red sash at the waist. Currently barefooted, the shoes he would be wearing were carried in his hands, a pair of thin heels that weren't too tall, for the teachers feared that too much height would allow Del to tower over his costar, Eddie, who played the role of Tony. His face was also devoid of makeup, having at least another two hours before he was required to don on his heels of doom and perform before an audience of at least 1000.
Del bristled at the laughter, obviously not enjoying being the butt of the joke. "Very nice, Xavier, exactly the supporting boyfriend that I know and love. I knew I should have protested harder against those bastards from the drama club. Like it's against my rights as a human to wear such... weapons of destruction." He nodded vaguely at the shoes with a disgusted look, "I really don't know how girls put up with them! Gah, you wanker! Don't you dare start, or I swear on my pair of very shiny and very vicious-looking heels, I will murder your ass."
Xavier raised his eyebrows while taking a half step backwards, after all, those shoes were pretty intimidating. "So how come you're wondering around here by yourself? Where's the rest? Don't you need to do your makeup?" It was most likely much safer to switch the topics and look straight at Del's face, lest he find his imagination wandering to places where he was sure his boyfriend wouldn't appreciate in public.
"Eh, Eddie's getting her makeup done, I'm next in line. And dude, are those flowers like, for me? How gay is that?!" Del answered, attention now grabbed by the small bouquet of camellias, a mixture of red and white, somehow coordinating with his costume as well, though it was unintended on Xavier's part.
"Wait a minute... Eddie, getting her makeup done? I thought Eddie was a guy?!" Xavier questioned.
"... You're a little slow, aren't you? Eddie is short for Edith. And she's the freaking Vice-President of your little fanclub!" Del snapped, taking the opportunity to snatch the flowers out of his hands. He turned away with a flamboyant flourish, thanks to the full petticoat. "There, you saw me already, delivered your flowers, now go away and hang out with your jock friends or something!"
Xavier laughed, "As you command, Maria, I'll see you later then! Give my regards to Eddie, yeah?"
So yeah, that's that. I still haven't come up with some apt name for this story'verse, anyone has any inputs? :D
The play that they are staging is West Side Story, a play in which I have never read before, but wikipedia is a brilliant friend, haha. And I total fail at describing clothing and the flowers actually mean something, but I'm not sure whether it's universal since my sources don't cross refer completely, but camellias are supposed to mean 'a good luck gift for men'. Yeah... now I'm going off to sleep soon as that I won't be late for choir tomorrow... which will probably end late...
universe: capriccio
type: drabble
pairing: Xavier/Del
notes: So... I was randomly surfing around the internet, and something random I saw prompted me to write this little drabble, consisting of Del and Xavier. It's meant to be funny and harmless but if you can't stand like cross dressing and slash, well, it makes more sense for you not to read.
Xavier Fitzroy was no stranger to strange sights, having grown up with four younger sisters. Ridiculously horrendous hair days, to walking fashion disasters to outright freak shows; there were the times when Jeannie decided that mixing weird lurid colors together made her seem avant-garde or Claire thinking that going goth just required excessive makeup, and not tasteful and proper application of said makeup.
He usually managed to keep a straight face, reserving his laughter until he was far away from these unfashionable plights. His sense of self preservation strongly advised him never to offend his sisters because if that was their concept of fashion, who knew what they might do to his wardrobe as revenge?
However, it seemed that the instinct did not extend over to include boyfriends as well, which was quite a pity, given Del's infamous murderous glare currently burning holes into him. He couldn't help it; when the shorter teen had approached him, dressed to the nines, in drag. It was so out of character that it took nearly a minute forhim to register the image properly, when he promptly burst out laughing.
The teenager had on an elaborate wig, consisting of artfully dishelleved golden curls, that framed his face in an angle that made his sharp features seem less fierce, and more elegant. Not that Xavier knew much about such things, but observing younger sisters made him more knowledgable than some. He had on a vintage looing costume, a longish white dress that seemed to emphasize his slender frame that flared out into a full skirt from his hips down, secured with a bright red sash at the waist. Currently barefooted, the shoes he would be wearing were carried in his hands, a pair of thin heels that weren't too tall, for the teachers feared that too much height would allow Del to tower over his costar, Eddie, who played the role of Tony. His face was also devoid of makeup, having at least another two hours before he was required to don on his heels of doom and perform before an audience of at least 1000.
Del bristled at the laughter, obviously not enjoying being the butt of the joke. "Very nice, Xavier, exactly the supporting boyfriend that I know and love. I knew I should have protested harder against those bastards from the drama club. Like it's against my rights as a human to wear such... weapons of destruction." He nodded vaguely at the shoes with a disgusted look, "I really don't know how girls put up with them! Gah, you wanker! Don't you dare start, or I swear on my pair of very shiny and very vicious-looking heels, I will murder your ass."
Xavier raised his eyebrows while taking a half step backwards, after all, those shoes were pretty intimidating. "So how come you're wondering around here by yourself? Where's the rest? Don't you need to do your makeup?" It was most likely much safer to switch the topics and look straight at Del's face, lest he find his imagination wandering to places where he was sure his boyfriend wouldn't appreciate in public.
"Eh, Eddie's getting her makeup done, I'm next in line. And dude, are those flowers like, for me? How gay is that?!" Del answered, attention now grabbed by the small bouquet of camellias, a mixture of red and white, somehow coordinating with his costume as well, though it was unintended on Xavier's part.
"Wait a minute... Eddie, getting her makeup done? I thought Eddie was a guy?!" Xavier questioned.
"... You're a little slow, aren't you? Eddie is short for Edith. And she's the freaking Vice-President of your little fanclub!" Del snapped, taking the opportunity to snatch the flowers out of his hands. He turned away with a flamboyant flourish, thanks to the full petticoat. "There, you saw me already, delivered your flowers, now go away and hang out with your jock friends or something!"
Xavier laughed, "As you command, Maria, I'll see you later then! Give my regards to Eddie, yeah?"
So yeah, that's that. I still haven't come up with some apt name for this story'verse, anyone has any inputs? :D
The play that they are staging is West Side Story, a play in which I have never read before, but wikipedia is a brilliant friend, haha. And I total fail at describing clothing and the flowers actually mean something, but I'm not sure whether it's universal since my sources don't cross refer completely, but camellias are supposed to mean 'a good luck gift for men'. Yeah... now I'm going off to sleep soon as that I won't be late for choir tomorrow... which will probably end late...
