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mwestbelleI entirely blame mx. If I hadn't been talking to him about Frank's dogs who eat sadcakes and become fat with happiness, I wouldn't be thinking about such things. So, here's a dorky AU that I wrote in the entry box in like, ten minutes :) Happy Wednesday!
Prince Gerard was very pretty, and very talented, and very loved, but he was also very lonely. He had his brother, Mikey, but Mikey couldn't spend all his time puttering around the tower that Gerard lived in and even when he was there, it wasn't quite right. Mikey was his favorite person, and Gerard loved him desperately, but Mikey wasn't his and Gerard wanted something to love that was all his own, and would never leave him or turn him away, that he could hold close and talk to but would never judge him. He told Mikey this, and Mikey said that, obviously, what he wanted was a dog.
And the more Gerard thought about it, the clearer it became that Mikey was right. He did want a dog, and he had to find one. The problem was, there was an awful lot of dogs running around the castle, but they all had someone. He didn't want Mikey's somewhat inappropriately affectionate wandering partner, Pete, or his mother's fussy and (mostly) fluffy little lapdog, Patrick. He didn't want Gabe or William, the sleek hunting dogs, or a big golden guard dog like Bob. He searched all over the palace, and he patted the steward's dog, a sharp terrier named Brian who gave him an entirely unimpressed look, and (once he managed to find them) he scratched the ears of Ray, the phenomenally hairy stabledog. But as much fondness he had for all the castle dogs, none of them were his, and he was still lonely.
That night, while he was sitting in his tower, looking up at the sky and humming a tune that a traveling bard had sung last feast day (it originally had very bawdy lyrics, but Gerard liked to make up his own words sometimes), he wished that he would find a dog of his very own. One that wasn't too big, or too hairy, or too smelly, or too grumpy, or too sleepy, or too serious. One that would sit on his lap, and be happy to see him, and cock its head when he spoke. And because he was a prince, and not only a prince, but the eldest prince making his first wish on a starry night, his wish came true.
When he woke up the next morning, it was because something was licking his face.
"Mikey, cut it out," he grumbled, but when he opened his eyes, it wasn't Mikey at all! It was a dog that he'd never seen before--small and brown with one floppy ear and big happy eyes and a bright pink tongue and a short tail that whipped through the air until it was practically a blur. Gerard stared at the dog and when he reached out to pet it, it did a full-body wiggle of joy that made it's little round tummy jiggle. It panted in his face while he stroked over the softbristly fur on it's neck, and flopped onto it's back to expose a creamy belly with dark markings that he was happy to rub vigorously.
He named his new friend Frankie, without much thought to where he came from (he *was* a prince, and magical things tended to happen in his general vicinity) and they were immediately inseparable. Frankie would follow Gerard when he paced the tower, until he got too tired and went to lie down on Gerard's bed, his face between his paws, watching carefully. Gerard would sit down next to Frankie and stroke his head and tell him all his fears, and then when he was done, Frankie would leap forward and lick his face. When Gerard tried to draw, Frankie would nudge at his legs, whining, and steal hose from his wardrobe to run around the room with it like a trophy until Gerard would let him jump up into his lap. Frankie insisted on presenting his fat tummy (which was not at all helped by Gerard's complete inability to deny those big brown eyes anything) for rubs at every opportunity.
They slept together at night--it wasn't allowed, of course, and Frankie had his own very nice cushion in the corner of Gerard's room, but as soon as all the candles were blown out and Gerard was safe under the covers, there would be the telltale click of nails on the stone, and Frankie would heave himself up onto the bed with a grunt (Gerard should really stop sneaking him leftovers) and burrow under the blankets to press his wet nose against Gerard's collarbone and sigh happily.
Gerard was never again seen without Frankie trotting along at his heels, at least, not until much later when Gerard woke up one morning to find his dog gone and a peasant boy with shaggy hair and dark drawings inked on his belly drooling on his chest, but, all things considered, he wasn't too disappointed with the turn of events.
Prince Gerard was very pretty, and very talented, and very loved, but he was also very lonely. He had his brother, Mikey, but Mikey couldn't spend all his time puttering around the tower that Gerard lived in and even when he was there, it wasn't quite right. Mikey was his favorite person, and Gerard loved him desperately, but Mikey wasn't his and Gerard wanted something to love that was all his own, and would never leave him or turn him away, that he could hold close and talk to but would never judge him. He told Mikey this, and Mikey said that, obviously, what he wanted was a dog.
And the more Gerard thought about it, the clearer it became that Mikey was right. He did want a dog, and he had to find one. The problem was, there was an awful lot of dogs running around the castle, but they all had someone. He didn't want Mikey's somewhat inappropriately affectionate wandering partner, Pete, or his mother's fussy and (mostly) fluffy little lapdog, Patrick. He didn't want Gabe or William, the sleek hunting dogs, or a big golden guard dog like Bob. He searched all over the palace, and he patted the steward's dog, a sharp terrier named Brian who gave him an entirely unimpressed look, and (once he managed to find them) he scratched the ears of Ray, the phenomenally hairy stabledog. But as much fondness he had for all the castle dogs, none of them were his, and he was still lonely.
That night, while he was sitting in his tower, looking up at the sky and humming a tune that a traveling bard had sung last feast day (it originally had very bawdy lyrics, but Gerard liked to make up his own words sometimes), he wished that he would find a dog of his very own. One that wasn't too big, or too hairy, or too smelly, or too grumpy, or too sleepy, or too serious. One that would sit on his lap, and be happy to see him, and cock its head when he spoke. And because he was a prince, and not only a prince, but the eldest prince making his first wish on a starry night, his wish came true.
When he woke up the next morning, it was because something was licking his face.
"Mikey, cut it out," he grumbled, but when he opened his eyes, it wasn't Mikey at all! It was a dog that he'd never seen before--small and brown with one floppy ear and big happy eyes and a bright pink tongue and a short tail that whipped through the air until it was practically a blur. Gerard stared at the dog and when he reached out to pet it, it did a full-body wiggle of joy that made it's little round tummy jiggle. It panted in his face while he stroked over the softbristly fur on it's neck, and flopped onto it's back to expose a creamy belly with dark markings that he was happy to rub vigorously.
He named his new friend Frankie, without much thought to where he came from (he *was* a prince, and magical things tended to happen in his general vicinity) and they were immediately inseparable. Frankie would follow Gerard when he paced the tower, until he got too tired and went to lie down on Gerard's bed, his face between his paws, watching carefully. Gerard would sit down next to Frankie and stroke his head and tell him all his fears, and then when he was done, Frankie would leap forward and lick his face. When Gerard tried to draw, Frankie would nudge at his legs, whining, and steal hose from his wardrobe to run around the room with it like a trophy until Gerard would let him jump up into his lap. Frankie insisted on presenting his fat tummy (which was not at all helped by Gerard's complete inability to deny those big brown eyes anything) for rubs at every opportunity.
They slept together at night--it wasn't allowed, of course, and Frankie had his own very nice cushion in the corner of Gerard's room, but as soon as all the candles were blown out and Gerard was safe under the covers, there would be the telltale click of nails on the stone, and Frankie would heave himself up onto the bed with a grunt (Gerard should really stop sneaking him leftovers) and burrow under the blankets to press his wet nose against Gerard's collarbone and sigh happily.
Gerard was never again seen without Frankie trotting along at his heels, at least, not until much later when Gerard woke up one morning to find his dog gone and a peasant boy with shaggy hair and dark drawings inked on his belly drooling on his chest, but, all things considered, he wasn't too disappointed with the turn of events.
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:14 pm (UTC):D It was nice
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:19 pm (UTC)Good, because you need to write a bunch moar...
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:21 pm (UTC)I knooow, it was nice and idk, it's easy to just go LOL WHEE and write shit. I like that.
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:15 pm (UTC)MY FAAAAAAAAAACE IT HURTS FROM SMIIIIIIIIILINNNNGGGGG :D
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:16 pm (UTC)I HAD TO STOP MYSELF, I JUST WANTED TO GO ON FOREVER ABOUT GERARD AND NOTQUITEPUPPY!FRANK'S ADVENTURES IN HUMANITY! BECAUSE FRANK STILL WIGGLES LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN HE'S HAPPY AND MAKES GERARD RUB HIS PUDGY TUMMY! BUT THERE IS WOE, BECAUSE GERARD IS ALL D: IT WOULD BE LIKE HAVING SEX WITH MY DOGGGG
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Date: 2008-09-03 11:30 pm (UTC)MOST OF FRANK'S MEMORIES CONSIST OF CUDDLING WITH GERARD AND TRAILING HIM AROUND, SO HE FINDS IT HARD TO UNDERSTAND WHY GERARD SHOULD CARE WHERE FRANK WAS BEFORE HE FOUND GERARD. IT'S IRRELEVANT! BUT HE THINKS REALLY HARD FOR SEVERAL DAYS BECAUSE GERARD WON'T LET HIM BACK IN BED OTHERWISE. HE SORT OF REMEMBERS PLAYING WITH A LUTE AT ONE POINT AND HE THINKS MAYBE HIS FATHER WAS A BARD OF SOME SORT BUT IT'S ALL RATHER FUZZY AROUND THE EDGES. HE ASSUMES THERE WAS AN EVIL CURSE INVOLVED!
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:07 am (UTC)I entirely blame mx.
THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE.
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Date: 2008-09-04 05:12 am (UTC)INORITE?! SUCH A BAD
GOODAWESOMEINFLUENCE