Table/Prompt: 07/ until the end
Warnings: Mildly spoilerish for the end of the curry arc and the Sherlock Holmes arc in the manga
Summary: Soma worries Agni will “leave” him…
Soma was sitting in the townhouse’s front parlor window, watching the world go by outside. “Agni…?” It was a few days after Sebastian’s “memorial service” and it dredged up all the feelings of sadness and remorse he had concerning Meena.
Agni, who had been busy tidying up the room while his beloved prince amused himself by observing the traffic on the street, walked over to him. He also peered out the window. “What is it, my prince?”
“You’ll stay with me until the very end, no?” Soma briefly looked over his shoulder at his beloved khansama. He returned his attention to his view of the street.
“Of course I will, my prince.” Agni smiled. “May I ask what brought this up?” He put his hand on Soma’s shoulder, keeping their contact as innocent as possible to avoid any gossip. He gazed at their reflections, catching Soma’s eye.
The prince smiled back, although it was tinged with sadness. “I sometimes worry you’ll just… leave.”
“My prince, barring any unforeseen accidents, I will do my best to remain by your side for as long as you’ll have me there. I also promise to do my best to outlive you by an hour,” Agni said his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Agni!’ Soma’s smile, now genuine, broadened. “May I ask why an hour?”
“That is all I need to make sure we will have a proper Hindu funeral, before I join you.”
Agni nodded. “It will be my final duty as your khansama. Besides, any longer than that and I would miss you terribly.”
“I would miss you so much; I would haunt you until you joined me.”
“And then we would be reborn together.”
“Exactly!” Soma frowned. “Do you think that’ll happen, Agni?”
“I like to believe so, my prince.”
Title: A Box Full of Trinkets…
Table/Prompt: 07/ all the trinkets
Warnings: Mildly spoilerish for the end of the curry arc
Summary: Soma is determined to be a “great man.”
Soma looked at all the trinkets he had acquired in his quest to find Meena. Cheap little baubles that were easily transported to England as well as found there, they suddenly looked gaudy and useless. He wondered what he should do with them. He knew he could always throw them away, and while that thought bothered him, he also did not want to cart the junk over to the townhouse. He wondered if he should do as Agni suggested and simply leave them behind.
Sighing softly, Soma packed the last of the items in the small cardboard box and closed it. That part of his life was over now. And instead of being a whiny little boy in search of his "mother," Soma was determined to be a great man. He would show Meena and Sebastian, and most of all, Ciel that he had it in him to surpass everyone’s expectations of him. Now he knew what to do with the box. He would keep it as a reminder of what he once was and when things got tough and he felt like giving up, Soma would then look at the box.
Satisfied, Soma handed the box to Agni, who simply raised an eyebrow at him. They both knew there would be an explanation later so there was no need for words now. Time enough for that later when they were fully settled in at the townhouse. Soma took one last look at the room they shared in London’s East End. It was rough and shabby, and as a prince far beneath him, but it served its purpose. It was where he took his first steps on the road to being a great man. Smiling brightly as he headed out of the door, he said, “Come, Agni.”
“Yes, my prince…”
Title: She’s Really Cute…
Table/Prompt: 07/ attraction
Summary: Soma thinks Lizzie is rather cute…
Soma smiled and sipped his tea. He was listening intently to Lizzie relate some tale from her childhood with Ciel, with barely suppressed amusement. As much as he loved Agni and enjoyed their moments together, Soma found himself oddly attracted to his friend’s fiancée. She was the complete opposite of Ciel, bright and cheery with a fondness for cute things that reminded Soma of his little sisters. He picked up his teacup and drank. A quick look to his right at Ciel nearly had him choking on it, as the dour look on his face was too funny.
The young earl was frowning, reminding Soma of the matriarch of the monkey troop back home in India that lived in the tree outside his window. She had been sitting on the ground, sunning herself while enjoying an offering of puffed rice, when one of the younger monkeys came along on stole some from her. The old matriarch had the same disapproving look on her face as Ciel, and Soma was glad Lizzie’s story had taken a funny turn as he could not help laughing.
Agni must have noticed the similarity too. When he leaned over to refill Soma’s teacup, he gently chided him in Bengali to behave.
So Soma returned his attention to her, nodding politely and chuckling while she regaled them with yet another tale of childhood mischief. He sighed softly, letting his thoughts drift, imagining how Lizzie might look if she were older. As pretty as she was now, she became even more beautiful in his mind’s eye. If she wasn’t engaged to his friend, Soma had the feeling he would be doing his best to woo her and make her his bride. Sighing softly, he banished those thoughts. It was not right to think of her that way…
Title: Maybe Boredom Isn’t So Bad After All…
Table/Prompt: 07/maybe tomorrow
Summary: Soma discovers the cure for boredom has its own reward…
Maybe tomorrow we can go to the park for a change…That’s if it ever stops raining and Agni decides to take a break from his chores… Soma thought miserably as he stared out the window at the rain. Bored out of his mind, he was tired of being stuck inside. He found these English monsoons even drearier than the ones back home in India. At least there he had his grandfather and Meena to amuse him, and later on Agni. With just the two of them in the townhouse, Agni had to do the work of several servants, leaving him little time to spend with Soma during the day. Most of their outings together revolved around things Agni needed to do to run the household.
When Soma thought about it, he was learning to do some of the things Agni did, just to alleviate his boredom. How did I go from being a prince to being a khansama…? Boredom… That’s how… Getting up from the window seat, he went in search of Agni, in the hopes he would find something for him to do. Somehow the thought of doing something menial around the townhouse had gone from something Soma would never do in a million lifetimes to something he eagerly looked forward to.
He found his beloved khansama in the kitchen, polishing the silverware. Without even asking, Soma picked up a tea towel and began to help, earning him a smile from Agni. The simple task went quickly and the next thing Soma knew, he was given a feather duster and asked to dust the front parlor. Looking down at the feather duster, he thought ruefully, I really have become my own khansama… Mentally shrugging, Soma did as he was asked. Later on, he was rewarded with Agni’s undivided attention…
Title: Saying Good-bye
Pairing: Soma, his older sister
Table/Prompt: 07/ image prompt of bare feet and legs
Summary: Soma misses his about to be married older sister…
Author’s notes:A veena is an Indian stringed instrument, similar in appearance to a sitar, but smaller, and it’s used when playing folk music, unlike a sitar which is played when one wants to play classical music.
Soma quietly snuck in to his sister Usha’s room. His sisters, who were there to have their feet and hands decorated with mehndi for her wedding, made a loud fuss, when they discovered him there, until Usha told them to be quiet. Taking him by the hand, she led him out onto her balcony. “What is it now, Soma?” she said with a patience she did not feel. Ever since her husband-to-be arrived, he was unusually clingy.
“I just wanted to say good-bye…” Eyes bright with unshed tears, he hugged her.
Usha sighed as she hugged him back. “I’m not leaving yet, Soma. The wedding isn’t until later and I’ll still be here until the week is done.” She kissed his cheek.
“I know, but I’ll miss you when you go.”
“I promise, I’ll write to you.”
“That’s what Kanti said and she never did!”
“Maybe she’s too busy to write. She could have a baby to take care by now.”
“But what about before she had the baby, Usha? Ajit’s wife, Jyoti, taught me how to play the veena, before she had a baby.” The young prince pouted.
“Soma…” Usha hugged him again. “I don’t know what to tell you. Kanti is now a rani and she has many duties to perform. Sadly, she doesn’t have time for us any more.”
“Don’t cry, Soma.” She wiped his tears away. “And I want you to promise you won’t forget me once you’re married, okay?”
“I promise, Usha! Do you think Father will find me a princess to marry as pretty as you are?”
“Yes.” She smiled at him. “Now be a good boy and go run along. Poor Meena must be so worried that she can’t find you.”
Usha shook her head and sighed as he scampered off…