A Different Time (Majestic Rose/ Melix )

[Majestic Rose]

Adam had his legs resting on Walter's lap, he was reading, as usual. The king rubbed his lover's left leg ever so gently, and read a book. The two had just gotten back from one of their honeymoons, and they were both 'exhausted'.


"Walter, did you remember to lock your supplies? I know Jamie likes alchemy...but...I mean, I don't want him to get into anything too dangerous...." It was true, Walter had some of the most dangerous things known to man in his lab, even brewing up potions ranging from limb rejuvenation, to weight loss, which was how Adam didn't have much baby-weight (But that was best kept between the two, people just thought he worked out, and ate healthily...little did they know).


The living quarters was spacious, with portraits lining the room, all including Adam, Walter, Jamie, ad their newest baby, although he was already four. Adam, once again, was pregnant. The two seemed to never stop having babies—or stop doing things that would make babies.


Aside from that, the two were a fairly average low 30-year-old couple, although Walter appeared to be in his early 40's, he was actually younger than the prince, by two years; but the alchemy had messed with his genes. Which is one of the reasons why they keep restrictions on Jamie.


(@Melix)

 

[Melix]

(Thank you notifications for NOT INFORMING ME Rose made a thread.)


~Walter~


"Oh, would you relax?" Walter scolded, patting Adam's knee. "Jamie's too smart to have done something very stupid." As soon as it came out of his mouth, he remembered the time that Jamie ate bubble wrap. Bubble wrap. "You know what? I'll go check on him, just in case," he said. "I'm always so worried he'll be bored without us. I wish he'd make some real friends- you know, George is getting along fine in pre-school now. And Jamie cuddles a body pillow named Andrew."


He entered Jamie's room at the end of the hall (Adam and Walter had opted not to live in the castle, but rather in the big cozy lakehouse in the woods. Besides, other than signing important documents, which they took turns doing since they trusted each others judgement, Queen Cady [Walter's favorite little sister, aka Katelyn des Barres] took care of public politics, leaving them with little to do except raise the kids and love up on each other.) but Jamie wasn't inside of his room. He must be outside, Walter reasoned, playing in the courtyard. His exercise ball was gone, which seemed to support the idea, until he looked outside and found red liquid on the window. Walter, no longer the panicking type, wiped it with his hand and smelled it- it was definitely blood. Okay. So where was Jamie? Then he saw the bottle, empty, lying on the flowerbed hung outside all the children's windows. He screamed. "Adam! Adam, honey? I was wrong- I think Jamie's hurt himself; come quickly, as I can't find him!"


~Jamie~


A pause to give special awards for one of Walter's initial considerations: Jamie was indeed outside. He was not, however, outside of the Lake House, but rather outside a suburban house, lying in the grass, in the sprinkler, itchy, nauseous, head reeling. But he was proud, honestly, of having achieved the one thing his dad never could: time travel. This was clearly not the Middle Ages. And it definitely wasn't the past- not that he had seen, with his royal education, anyhow, so it must be sometime in the distant future...He wanted to explore, but he was a weakling; the travel had taken it right out of him. Literally- he had the wind knocked out of him. Not pleasabt. "I'll just wait here," he thought, "for a future servant to find me." Surely he would be recognized, finally; surely he would be missed, as he had been missing for a long, long time.

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake finished his morning routine, it was Saturday, and by god it was the best day of the week. He grabbed his phone, and stuffed it in his pocket, thankfully his shorts had pockets. He always went on runs in the morning, best way to keep himself in shape for baseball, which the season starts in a couple of weeks.


He finally reached his door, and upon opening it he expected to see a newspaper, but his eyes drew to the boy–a kid around his age...sitting on his lawn? "Uh. Hey..." He asked suspiciously, a bit afraid it'd be a stoner high on his lawn. "You shouldn't be out like this." He closed the door behind him, walking to the stairs that led up to his front porch.


He was in a black tank top with white shorts, and typical running shoes, of course, the boy looked like he came from the 17th century.


(Little does he know)

 

[Melix]

"Hey?" asked Jamie. It sounded like he was responding, but really, he was echoing the word. He'd never heard it before, but it sounded like "Hei!" "Hei!" he realized. "Salve. Tu quis es, rusticum?" The guy said something back, but it was hard to understand, even with Jamie's good knowledge of Middle English. Some of the words were close, but...not close enough to make sense. "Ego non intelligere." God, he thought. Why didn't the guy just speak Latin, like everybody else? Maybe Legs here taken one too many of Walter's potions. "Ego Princeps Jamie Des Barres. Dic mihi ubi sum."


Seeing no recognition on the boys face, he tried something the simplest of children could understand. "Mihi, Jamie. Tu es..." Complete with pointing motions and a big fake smile. Jamie didn't really smile, not much, and what had the peasant boy showing way too much skin do to deserve a real one? Nothing. "Tu autem indecens," said Jamie, realizing he was noticing the guys legs way too much. "Vade adepto induit."


(Translation: 1. Hey!


2. Who are you, peasant?


3. I can't understand you


4. I am Prince Jamie Des Barres. Tell me where I am.


5. Me, Jamie. You are....?


6. You're indecent.


7. Go get dressed.)

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake stood there, wondering what the boy had been saying, "U-uh..." He hadn't heard that language before, it sounded like gibberish to him. "I think you're at the wrong...place...you probably should go to town, I think there's a customs office...or...find your parents?" He asked, although he was a bit stunned. Why was this...person on his front lawn, who seemed to speak no English? Could he even understand him?

 

[Melix]

Ugh. More of that weird Middle English dialect. Clearly this wasn't going to work- Jamie thought for a moment. What would his parents do? Adam would probably cry because Walter wasn't here, but Walter would try to find something that could help him understand the natives. That seemed to be the better plan, so Jamie set off to look for herbs (it seemed easier to find those in a yard than cupric powders and the like). He stumbled around, heading off into the peasants back garden. He didn't offer an explanation, because the guy wouldn't understand it anyway.


Once he entered Legs's backyard, Jamie found exactly what he was looking for. For all his nonsense (not knowing Latin? Who didn't know Latin?), Legs's garden was glorious. It took him only a moment to find what he was looking for: ground apples (actually a flower, not an apple), flowers of consideration, boat flowers, and Latin Sage. And, due to his training, it didn't take him long at all to strip them and extract their juices. (Walter was adamant about the roots being the best part of all herbs, but Jamie disagreed, and which one of them time-traveled, exactly? Clearly Jamie was the expert.) So in moments, he was in a strangers backyard, surrounded by disemboweled flowers, drinking a potion of of about thirty-six parts chamomile, twenty-two parts pansy, twenty-one parts hydrangea, twenty-parts salvia, and one part garden dirt. It didn't do anything for Jamie's nausea, but he got up and toddled back to where Legs was. "Loqui ad me," he dictated, wanting to see if he could figure out Legs words now.

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake watched as the boy disappeared, finally he thought, at least he didn't try to speak to him again. He walked to the stairs, and sat down, tying his shoes into fine knots.


Just before he could get up to begin his run, the boy returned. His eyes followed him curiously. What did he want?


He spoke, and he could hardly make it out. "Look...at you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. Maybe this kid was special...maybe he wasn't 'all in it'.


"Do you know where your parents are? Or...your house?"

 

[Melix]

Jamie's eyes got very wide, very quickly. His potion was effective- he definitely understood that. And if he could understand the language, he could speak the language. He just needed a moment. Just give him a minute-- there. He had it. "You can't be rude to people just because they don't speak your language," he said after a moment, ignoring the fact that that's what he'd been doing. "Now, I know I'm not in the right year because no one in my time could get away with that revealing outfit..." He paused, blushing a little. "And you clearly aren't very nice, but you could still tell me what year it is and whether or not I'm still in Portabella. Dirty peasant. Don't ever speak to me in that tone again." Jamie got mean when he was offended. Maybe he should apologize. "Sorry. But you're still a dirty peasant."


(Apparently Jamie is going to be what's known as a "tsundere"...Great...*sarcasm*)

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake frowned, "Dirty peasant? I just showered! And Portabella? Are you from my history class or something? We just started learning about that kingdom." He was truly puzzled, was this some crude joke?


"Listen. I know this is a prank. You don't have to try, and convince me with your clothing, and tone." He rolled his eyes, he hated jokes like this. Why would anyone think this is funny?


"Listen. I'm going to go for a run. Just, leave. I don't like people hanging outside my house uninvited. Especially when they have the nerve to talk down to me." He got up, and he finally noticed their height difference. True, he wasn't a mountain compared, but he was fairly taller than the foreigner.

 

[Melix]

Jamie had to tilt his head way back to see Legs face. "Well- why are you being mean to me? Don't you know who I am?" At the same time, he'd answered his own question- clearly the guy did not, or else he wouldn't speak this way. "I don't even know what a prank is," he pouted. "And you should at least let me repay you for ruining your garden." He calculated the price of the flowers in his head, then pulled out 7 galleons from the case in his pocket. In his time, they barely covered the cost of the flowers. In modern days, they were worth about five and a half grand each. "Sorry I don't have much money on me." He forced them into the guys hand and closed it. "So, I asked you earlier, but you didn't understand. Me, Jamie. You..." Same hand gesture. He was kind of glad the guy was being rude to him and wanted him to leave. He'd have no idea how to act if anyone were actually nice to him.

 

[Majestic Rose]

The coins felt heavy in his hand, was he just giving him pocket change, upon inspection he noticed they appeared to be gold, he brought a coin up to is teeth, and bite it. The rough texture confirmed it was gold.


He was taken back. These coins looked like the ones in his text book, maybe this kid was telling the truth. He quickly shoved the coins in his pocket.


"My name is Blake if that's what you're asking." He rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe he was being treated like this. "Listen. I was planning on going on a run...until...you...so, do you want to come with? I mean, we'll have to get you some new clothing, you'll stick out like a sore thumb." He could feel his muscles tensing from nervousness, it was practically like asking him on a date.


"I guess you can wear some of mine."

 

[Melix]

“I’ve been calling you ‘Legs’. Thank you, Mr. Blake,” said Jamie, trying the name out on his tongue. It was foreign or new, something he’d never heard before. “I like it,” he mumbled, before realizing the taboo that was speaking your feelings aloud. He ran a calm hand through his brown hair. “Sorry.” Before he could add anything to that- an explanation of what he meant by ‘I like it’- Blake addressed him. “I can…wear…your clothes?” He blushed. “Thank you, but…do all your clothes look like that?” Back up, Jamie. He’s being nice. You’re being an ass. “I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with your outfit. I didn’t mean to imply that. I’m sure that that’s what’s in fashion nowadays.” He blushed harder, his face the color of a ripe tomato. How to remedy the situation? “My fathers are very liberal, but…I was taught not to show so much skin.”

 

[Majestic Rose]

He was wondering why he was being so formal. These foreign exchange kids get weirder, and weirder.


"Uh...I have other clothing. These are just my work out gear." He was a bit confused by him, it wasn't dirty to wear tank tops, was it?


"Here, you can pick out something I guess." He went back up to his front porch, thankfully his mother was gone, on some date with Brad on the weekend. "Watch your step when you come in." He called back, opening his front door, and disappearing inside.

 

[Melix]

Pleased with the boys new attitude (and reassurance that he had clothes that covered things), Jamie did step inside, only to be immediately amazed by what he saw- a picture of Blake’s family. Immediately, his mouth dropped and he ran over to pick it up. “Look at this!” he said. “This is amazing! Who painted this?” He scanned the bottom and edges for a signature or watermark, but found none. Putting it back down, he ran into the kitchen, shouting and pointing. “What’s all this?” Microwave, refrigerator, oven- well, he’d seen one of those before, but not like this. “Whoa…”

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake was in his room when he heard the screams of excitement? He walked out, confused. "Uh...you don't have those where you're from?" He must've been from some impoverished country. That was the only explanation. Unless, he really was a time traveler.


"The fridge keeps our food fresh..." He walked over to it, and tapped it so he knew what he was talking about.


"Calm down...I'll show you all this stuff later, okay?"

 

[Melix]

“Okay,” Jamie agreed, excitedly running up the stairs. This place was wonderful!. “Seriously, though, what year is it?” Walking around, he stopped to touch things that simply hadn’t existed where he was from. He loved the adrenaline rush of not knowing who or what or where. “Never mind. Don’t tell me. I’ll find out later- it’ll be a pleasant surprise.” He finally made it to a room at the back of the hall, and, judging from the disarray, it had to be a kids room. He didn’t even pretend to know what Superman and Spiderman were as he flopped down on the superhero covers on Blake’s bed. “Soft…” He whispered, nuzzling the blanket. “Your bed is nice…is it goose down? And I simply must know who has sewn your blankets! An interesting design, and so fluffy!”

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake followed him up the stairs, he truthfully loved how active he was. "Okay, clam down, don't brake anything." His eyes couldn't help but wander a bit on the boy's back side, but he quickly adverted his eyes when he landed on his bed.


"No? They were made in a factory. A factory is where machines mass produce things...a machine is metal that performs a task." He had no idea how much he had I explain, but he had to start somewhere.


"Listen. I have my history book in my book bag...if you want, I'll let you read it when we get back from our walk." He walked over to his closet, opening it to retrieve his sports coat, with his last name on the back in white letters, the jacket itself being black. "Alright, this'll work...unless you want to wear something under it." He laid it down on the bed, going back over, and grabbing a pair of shorts.


"You're gonna have to show some leg...my pants won't fit you..." He sighed, hoping he wouldn't get a lot of retaliation.

 

[Melix]

“Oh,” said Jamie. He blushed. This guy must think he’s so stupid. “I’m sorry. I do know what a machine is…my father, Walter, makes them.” Although it was becoming clearer to him that their machines and Walter’s machines were very different…this blanket didn’t come out of anything produced by magic and spit, that was for sure. “What’s mass production…? Oh, never mind. I’ll read your book.” He smiled for a moment, happy, but then frowned. “I can’t. Both of my fathers would be extremely displeased with my behavior…” But then Jamie realized something: Walter and Adam were constantly saying that all they wanted for Jamie was for Jamie to be happy, yeah? That they wanted him to make friends above all else- because with friends came lovers and with lovers true happiness or some sentimental crap like that. So maybe there was a way for this to work itself out…”Do you want to be friends, Blake? Because if I can say I have a friend, I think my parents will be okay with me trying on some skimpy clothing. Except not that, that you have in your hand. Even strippers show less skin than that.”

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake blushed at the childish question, Why is he so adorable?


Blake nodded, "Yeah...we can be friends...only if you wear this though, come on, you can't fit in anything else! It's not my fault you're small."


He smiled, as he laid the shorts on the bed, "Your parents won't see you anyway, only I will."


His eyes scanned his guest's body again, slowly working their way on his small, delicate features. Luckily, a massive wind gust slammed into the house, producing a quiet banging. He broke the thought. "B-but yeah. Just wear it. It's my baseball stuff."

 

[Melix]

Jamie followed his gaze lower and lower until it became awkward- luckily, the windows began to rattle, distracting him. Vaguely, he wondered if it was him (finally) getting his elemental powers- four years earlier (or hundreds of years later) than Father had, in the heat of a moment. (The man called up a storm when he was pissed- if so, this was pathetic.) "I'm not that small," he protested, but borrowed the clothes anyway, opening up the wood-paneled door that, happily, lead Jamie right where he expected- the closet. He changed quickly, happily noting that, if not everything was covered, his three most important areas were. Running a hand through his hair, he stepped out, with a quick shrug and an "Okay, let's go running." He got in front of Blake, not wanting to see whether Blake was staring at him again. Maybe it was just a friend thing, but Blake looked at him the way Walter looked at Adam, and they barely knew each other.

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake waited patiently as the boy dressed, although he smirked a bit at the fact he was wearing his clothing. He didn't know why it made him happy. When he got out he smiled—in a friendly way. "Well, well, legs." He chuckled lightly, it was his turn to use the nicknames.


Although when he got in front of him, caught his eyes wandering again. No. He told himself, as he gazed down, catching himself before he looked too long. "Listen, are you sure you can run? I mean, I do run for a while...you don't look like you can handle that long...."

 

[Melix]

"I run all the time at home!" Jamie protested. He loved to run- it was great exercise for his legs and even better exercise for the arms, if you knew how he did. When Jamie was younger (actually, this still happened) he was always chased by larger, meaner kids who may or may not have known who he was- so he started running, jumping, practicing so he could get away from them, because Adam always told him (this wasn't Walter's rule, no) that if you can at all avoid putting other people in danger, you should, and fighting was definitely dangerous. Then Jamie learned to climb, and running through treetops was so much more efficient. It took him a few moments to realize how little of trees he'd seen outside. "I haven't ran on the ground in a while, but I bet I'm pretty durable."

 

[Majestic Rose]

He rolled his eyes, "If by durable you mean soft as a plushie." Blake didn't mean to be rude by it, just, he didn't look that durable. He didn't look like one who could withstand a lot of physical pressure.


"Still, I'd prefer to do a simple walk, and talk...than maybe a quick run after, sound good?" Although even if he did protest he'd probably still go through with his plan.

 

[Melix]

Jamie whirled around, glaring at him. "Soft as a plushie, huh?" Hands on hips, he walked forward to where Blake was, getting as up in his face as he could, almost chest-to-chest. Lifting his shirt just under the highest rib under his chest, he grabbed Blake's hand and forced him to touch Jamie's abs. (Ya, he had abs. He worked out.) "We can go for a simple walk and talk after you admit I'm strong." Eyes narrowed, a staring contest.

 

[Majestic Rose]

Blake's face burned, "W-what? Oh, you shrimp." He snaked his left hand up Jamie's shirt, feeling his back, caressing his muscles. "Hpm..." He smirked a bit from his back, "Not working with your back I see...oh...so strong." He spoke with a cocky, sarcastic tone.