Pagan Character(s)
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Autumn's Fruit Bitter and Sweet by Snowgrouse
Fandoms: Thief of Bagdad (1940), كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, Original Work
13 Jun 2016
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It is the eve of Mehregan: both Fadl and Zainab arrive to visit Jaffar and Yassamin for the feast. Erotic tension crackles between them like lightning; however, in his drunken lust, Fadl behaves most atrociously. Yassamin and Zainab set out to teach him a lesson in humility--and respect for women.
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It'll be a miracle if we survive tonight without it all degenerating into an orgy, Jaffar thinks at Yassamin.
Yassamin giggles at him drunkenly. You know, I'm not so sure I would mind.
He rolls his eyes. My God. It's contagious! "Behave yourself, woman," he mutters, even if she can see a spark in his eyes, the illicit excitement awakening in him at the prospect.
"Ooh, I don't know," Fadl purrs, devouring Zainab with his eyes. "I like a woman who's not afraid to be a little... scandalous. I've spent so much time with the pagans, methinks; I must confess I find a certain charm in the ways of the barbarian female."
Zainab bursts into rich laughter. "You were yourself pagans but a few generations ago, Barmakid. I heard tell it was the custom among you for brothers to share but the one wife," she says pointedly, twirling a golden lock of hair between her plump little fingers.
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- Part 12 of Of Roses Unfurling
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Lafayette just scoffed and turned away. “Merry fucking Christmas, John. We’re taking you home with us, we have a room ready and everything. I don’t want to hear a single damn complaint from you, got it? You need someone to help take care of you since you are incompetent of doing it yourself.”
He swallowed, and stared at them. “You serious?”
Lafayette’s jaw tightened as they stepped towards him. “Deadly,” they said, hands stuffed in their pockets. “We are furious, yes, but you’re still our best friend, and we are extremely concerned for your well being, so you’re coming home with us. Now, can you stand?”
John nodded, and slowly sat up, bracing himself. Maybe he wouldn’t be as alone as he thought he would be these holidays.
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Or, Philip, Theo, Frances, and Georges have different ways of celebrating the holidays, as do their parents.
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- Part 6 of patchwork quilt