A Spot of Hogswatch Trouble, Pt. 2

[scots_wolf]

[[from here]]

The next morning, Urquhart awakes to fine bed-linen and the unique shade of cool bright light that promises a sunny, snowy day outside.

He lifts his head, pulling his long blond hair free from the pillow where it had remained as it was, tangled from last night, while he'd been sleeping.

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[morethanprops]

"Of course I am, don't be silly. I just don't like being bothered all the time by gossips and you know that."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh, did they bother you very badly?" Urquhart asks, scoffing.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, I know I'm going to have to dance far too much tonight. It had better bet worth it."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh, it'll be so strenuous," Urquhart mocks.

The maid giggles.

[morethanprops]

Moist sighs and concentrates on his dinner before moving upstairs,

"Well, I'm going to go get ready. Don't stay too long. I don't understand what women see in you."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs, and returns to the kitchen.

The stollen is coming along nicely, and Urquhart finally gets out a hip flask, letting the cooks taste some of the excellent stuff a drop which he had flavoured the marzipan for the stollen with.

They are all very appreciative.

[morethanprops]

They keep him down in the kitchen for as long as they can before the cook sighs,

"We have to help prepare for the ball too, so you'd better see to your master, Hamish."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sighs deeply, kisses the maids goodbye, and glumly trudges up the stairs to see to Moist.

Only when the door closes does he stand straight and smile again.

This is going well.

[morethanprops]

Moist is relaxing on the bed in his dressing gown and grins, "Productive day?"

[scots_wolf]

"I had them eating from my fingers the entire time," Urquhart says, grinning brightly.

[morethanprops]

"Good and the daughters will be lining up reluctantly for me. Their mothers are probably convincing them that they can change me without too much trouble."

[scots_wolf]

"They believe that we're from this utterly fabulous place that I won't talk much about," Urquhart says, "and speculate about the fabulous wealth of our lifestyle, as we're used to so phenomenally amazing food and drink. They'll line up, never worry."

[morethanprops]

"Perfect and we'll have some drink with us and sell quite a lot before leaving right after Hogswatch without committing to anything."

[scots_wolf]

"How many days?" Urquhart asks. "After all, I shouldn't really stay away longer than five."

[morethanprops]

"Its tomorrow night, the ball tonight is a party for the Eve."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh, that sounds good," Urquhart says. "We will have one more day to reap the rewards, then leave with great regrets on the day after."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, I do my best to make sure timing is always on our side."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart walks over to the bed, sits, pulls the dressing gown apart to touch Moist's chests, and bends to kiss him.

"You're very good at it," he says. "And other things, but this especially."

[morethanprops]

Moist pulls him into a nice long kiss,

"I'm glad you approve."

[scots_wolf]

"I very much approve of this entire outing," Urquhart says, his hair pooling around Moist's face and shoulders while he kisses him with abandon.

They will have to get ready soon and resume their parts, but that much time, they can spare.

[morethanprops]

Yes, they have the time to relax and in about an hour, they can start preparing.

The time passes far too quickly and soon Moist is frowning as he chooses a tie to go with his elegant suit that's somewhere between a tuxedo and a morning suit.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart helps him, as his own clothes are far easier to handle. He has brushed his hair to shimmer nicely against the black of his clothes, though.

[morethanprops]

"I think we should do rather well and be quite tired of dancing by the end of the night."

[scots_wolf]

"Well, let's see how long it takes us," Urquhart says, opening the door as they are ready, and slipping back into the persona of long-suffering Hamish.

[morethanprops]

Moist's smile disappears as they go out the door and he fiddles with his tie and slicked down hair,

"I do hope this works out. You know how my father worries."