Julius emerges from the stairway up to the zeppelin landing platform and immediately his face morphs into a fond smirk. Vercingetorix is there, of course he is, with his stupid top hat and goggles and stupid waistcoat that fits him far too snugly, perched atop his stupid (absurdly well-crafted and beautiful) bike. It still irks him something awful that Verci built that thing on his own…
And then the infuriating man is holding out a hand and inviting him to join him on that stupid (glorious, utterly stunning) bike. He rolls his eyes for good measure and slides onto it behind him, wrapping his arms around Verci’s skinny waist and scowling when he realises the man has been spending all his time building and not enough time actually taking care of himself.
“You stopped eating Verci.”Julius murmurs matter-of-factly into his ear. “Oh Juli!” Vercingetorix exclaims loudly as he kicks the bike into life. “Who wants to eat when zer are things to build!”
Julius rolls his eyes and holds on tight to almost nothing as Verci speeds off into the darkness of the city. If it wasn’t for him he wouldn’t keep coming back to this place, he’d rather be in the skies finding new things that way than tinkering around in a tiny little cubby-hole in the centre of a dying city. But Verci likes it here, therefore Julius likes it here and he’ll keep coming back until Vercingetorix realises he can’t save something that’s already dead. Then maybe he’ll go with Julius and they can properly be together in the skies where they belong.
But until then he almost loves Vercingetorix with his stupid hair and stupid hat and stupid attachment to this stupid city and his stupidly utterly sublime bike. Almost.
Verci’s place is run-down and Julius wrinkles his nose when a rat scuttles past the front door which of course is locked with a confusing mess of cogs and springs that unlock with a not unpleasant metallic grind. He follows Verci inside and marvels at all the ways in which the irritating French man has utterly failed at the upkeep of his house in the weeks Julius has been away.
“Verci.” He mutters, flicking dust off a picture frame that he thinks contains a photograph of Verci’s family underneath the centimetre of grime. “This place is disgusting.”
Vercingetorix turns to face him and smiles like he knows that. “Of course Juli, zis city has become worse in your absence, you ‘av to make it look like you don’t live where you live.”
He casually takes Julius’ hand and leads him down the hallway to a door that Julius doesn’t remember from last time he was here, of course once again it slides unlocked with a rumbling crunch of gears. Inside is a flight of stairs downwards and he once again follows Verci into the darkness, hearing the door shut behind him with another satisfying collision of cogs.
“Welcome to my inner sanctum Juli.” Verci announces, removing his tophat and bowing with a flourish. The effect is ruined when Julius notices the scar on his head, extending from just past his hair line down to just above his eyebrow. Verci notices him staring and rolls his eyes with a derisive snort. “Oh no little Verci got ‘urt whilst big Julius wasn’t ‘ere to ‘elp.”
[Fill] "The City is Dying" PG13 for now 1/?
And then the infuriating man is holding out a hand and inviting him to join him on that stupid (glorious, utterly stunning) bike. He rolls his eyes for good measure and slides onto it behind him, wrapping his arms around Verci’s skinny waist and scowling when he realises the man has been spending all his time building and not enough time actually taking care of himself.
“You stopped eating Verci.”Julius murmurs matter-of-factly into his ear.
“Oh Juli!” Vercingetorix exclaims loudly as he kicks the bike into life. “Who wants to eat when zer are things to build!”
Julius rolls his eyes and holds on tight to almost nothing as Verci speeds off into the darkness of the city. If it wasn’t for him he wouldn’t keep coming back to this place, he’d rather be in the skies finding new things that way than tinkering around in a tiny little cubby-hole in the centre of a dying city. But Verci likes it here, therefore Julius likes it here and he’ll keep coming back until Vercingetorix realises he can’t save something that’s already dead. Then maybe he’ll go with Julius and they can properly be together in the skies where they belong.
But until then he almost loves Vercingetorix with his stupid hair and stupid hat and stupid attachment to this stupid city and his stupidly utterly sublime bike. Almost.
Verci’s place is run-down and Julius wrinkles his nose when a rat scuttles past the front door which of course is locked with a confusing mess of cogs and springs that unlock with a not unpleasant metallic grind. He follows Verci inside and marvels at all the ways in which the irritating French man has utterly failed at the upkeep of his house in the weeks Julius has been away.
“Verci.” He mutters, flicking dust off a picture frame that he thinks contains a photograph of Verci’s family underneath the centimetre of grime. “This place is disgusting.”
Vercingetorix turns to face him and smiles like he knows that. “Of course Juli, zis city has become worse in your absence, you ‘av to make it look like you don’t live where you live.”
He casually takes Julius’ hand and leads him down the hallway to a door that Julius doesn’t remember from last time he was here, of course once again it slides unlocked with a rumbling crunch of gears. Inside is a flight of stairs downwards and he once again follows Verci into the darkness, hearing the door shut behind him with another satisfying collision of cogs.
“Welcome to my inner sanctum Juli.” Verci announces, removing his tophat and bowing with a flourish. The effect is ruined when Julius notices the scar on his head, extending from just past his hair line down to just above his eyebrow. Verci notices him staring and rolls his eyes with a derisive snort. “Oh no little Verci got ‘urt whilst big Julius wasn’t ‘ere to ‘elp.”