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Iceberg #11, Red #2, Ivory #26
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Tradition
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Iceberg #11. ice skating, Red #2. red wine, Ivory #26. These are the last words I have to say before another age goes by.
Supplies and Materials: miniature collection, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), pastels (my current gen + romance card G3 "swearing/cusing"), novelty beads, yarn, glitter (Which holiday is your favorite and why? Least favorite?)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Characters: Nolani, Andrell, Isselu
Warnings: Some swearing
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. These are not necessarily consecutive, but they are chronological. Last Iceberg, last Red, and last Ivory.
"What the fuck are you dumbasses on?"
Andrell couldn't help but stop and peak in the dorm lounge.
It was empty, except for a girl he vaguely recognized from his math class, yelling at the TV. Specifically, at the Olympics. More specifically, at what looked like figure skating.
"You, hovering in the door," she said, having spotted him. "Sit down, I need a witness. These judges are on crack."
"Um. Okay?"
She pulled him over to the couch and tossed him a can of soda. "My name's Nolani," she said, during a commercial.
"I'm Andrell."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah."
When the doorbell rang, he wasn't expecting to see Nolani, with a bag of salsa, hummus, tortilla chips, and wine.
"Um...hi?"
"...you forgot, didn't you."
"Forgot what?" he asked, but stepped aside to let her in.
"Pairs figure skating tonight?"
"Oh, right!"
"I only brought red wine. There's celery in the bag somewhere, too," she said, depositing it on his coffee table, then flopping on the couch, making herself comfortable, and finding the right channel.
He grabbed a couple glasses and was halfway back when she called.
"Hurry up, Andy. Time to judge the judges."
He rolled his eyes.
"How come you're not doing this with your girlfriend?" he asked Nolani, on a commercial break.
"Lony doesn't like skating," Nolani said. "Besides. Tradition."
"Huh. Okay." He felt kind of flattered.
Nolani stood up. "I'm gonna open the other bottle. You want some?"
"Sure."
She refilled both their wineglasses and rejoined him just in time for the German team to step out onto the ice.
In the most awkward-looking lederhosen he'd ever seen on ice.
He was very glad, when he did his spit-take, that he didn't have white carpets.
Nolani was laughing too hard to help him clean up.
"Oh, come on!" Andrell yelled at the screen. "That French chick fell twice and France got a higher score?"
"I would like," Nolani said, "at least once, to sample whatever it is these judges take. Because, man. Can you imagine going through opposite world?"
"Opposite world," Andrell said, turning his wineglass around in his hand. "It'd be weird."
"I wouldn't want to live there," Nolani agreed. "But maybe for a few hours. At least so I could understand--oh, come on, she landed perfectly!"
"But then who would we mock?" Andrell asked.
"...fine. No judge-drug-induced opposite days. Ruin all my fun."
Andrell wasn't Isselu's father except biologically, and it meant some changes, but he was still ecstatic when Isselu joined them one year, nestled between them on the couch, yelling at the judges with as much gusto as Nolani. It meant no more wine, and no more swearing, but they still had chips and salsa, celery and hummus, and idiot judges making cracked-out decisions.
So the details had changed. Life moved on, it happened. But the important parts--the company, the mockery, spending a few hours with his best friend--hadn't.
Watching the pairs figure skating with Nolani was definitely Andrell's favorite tradition.
Story: Tradition
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Iceberg #11. ice skating, Red #2. red wine, Ivory #26. These are the last words I have to say before another age goes by.
Supplies and Materials: miniature collection, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), pastels (my current gen + romance card G3 "swearing/cusing"), novelty beads, yarn, glitter (Which holiday is your favorite and why? Least favorite?)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Characters: Nolani, Andrell, Isselu
Warnings: Some swearing
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. These are not necessarily consecutive, but they are chronological. Last Iceberg, last Red, and last Ivory.
"What the fuck are you dumbasses on?"
Andrell couldn't help but stop and peak in the dorm lounge.
It was empty, except for a girl he vaguely recognized from his math class, yelling at the TV. Specifically, at the Olympics. More specifically, at what looked like figure skating.
"You, hovering in the door," she said, having spotted him. "Sit down, I need a witness. These judges are on crack."
"Um. Okay?"
She pulled him over to the couch and tossed him a can of soda. "My name's Nolani," she said, during a commercial.
"I'm Andrell."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah."
When the doorbell rang, he wasn't expecting to see Nolani, with a bag of salsa, hummus, tortilla chips, and wine.
"Um...hi?"
"...you forgot, didn't you."
"Forgot what?" he asked, but stepped aside to let her in.
"Pairs figure skating tonight?"
"Oh, right!"
"I only brought red wine. There's celery in the bag somewhere, too," she said, depositing it on his coffee table, then flopping on the couch, making herself comfortable, and finding the right channel.
He grabbed a couple glasses and was halfway back when she called.
"Hurry up, Andy. Time to judge the judges."
He rolled his eyes.
"How come you're not doing this with your girlfriend?" he asked Nolani, on a commercial break.
"Lony doesn't like skating," Nolani said. "Besides. Tradition."
"Huh. Okay." He felt kind of flattered.
Nolani stood up. "I'm gonna open the other bottle. You want some?"
"Sure."
She refilled both their wineglasses and rejoined him just in time for the German team to step out onto the ice.
In the most awkward-looking lederhosen he'd ever seen on ice.
He was very glad, when he did his spit-take, that he didn't have white carpets.
Nolani was laughing too hard to help him clean up.
"Oh, come on!" Andrell yelled at the screen. "That French chick fell twice and France got a higher score?"
"I would like," Nolani said, "at least once, to sample whatever it is these judges take. Because, man. Can you imagine going through opposite world?"
"Opposite world," Andrell said, turning his wineglass around in his hand. "It'd be weird."
"I wouldn't want to live there," Nolani agreed. "But maybe for a few hours. At least so I could understand--oh, come on, she landed perfectly!"
"But then who would we mock?" Andrell asked.
"...fine. No judge-drug-induced opposite days. Ruin all my fun."
Andrell wasn't Isselu's father except biologically, and it meant some changes, but he was still ecstatic when Isselu joined them one year, nestled between them on the couch, yelling at the judges with as much gusto as Nolani. It meant no more wine, and no more swearing, but they still had chips and salsa, celery and hummus, and idiot judges making cracked-out decisions.
So the details had changed. Life moved on, it happened. But the important parts--the company, the mockery, spending a few hours with his best friend--hadn't.
Watching the pairs figure skating with Nolani was definitely Andrell's favorite tradition.
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They're actually closer, in some ways, than in canon, due largely to the fact that they're not married, which complicates things. I don't think they ever even slept together, though it's possible they did once, then looked at each other and were like "That was nice, but kind of weird. Let's go back to how things were, 'kay?"
It was nice of them to tell me how they met. All I knew before was that they met in college and stayed close enough for Nolani to wand Andrell as her sperm donor when she and Lonura decided to have kids.