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Rain Cloud 4, Lapis Lazuli 6: Loser Buys the Drinks
Author: Kat
Title: Loser Buys the Drinks
Story: In the Heart and Everwood
Colors: Rain cloud 4 (Got bitten), lapis lazuli 6 (cocksure)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Valentine's Day challenge option 2), novelty beads (ladies don't start fights, but Ivy sure does)
Word Count: 591
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Akadine wrestle and talk about life.
Warnings: Blood, the aftermath of a friendly fight.
Notes: Been a while since I wrote Ivy! Hopefully Akadine's characterization is good. Hope you like it, dray!
Ivy was bored and the inn had cheap beer, and even she knew that was a bad combination. Not that it stopped her.
Someday, she thought, halfway through her second pint, she would know better than to take a journey by herself. Things went far more smoothly when her brother or perhaps Jake came along to act as her impulse control. Alas, they were both in their own comfortable homes and she was alone in a distant country inn, albiet one in Urdasvale. She had always wanted to visit, for obvious reasons, and there were just as many pretty women as advertised, although none Ivy was brave enough to proposition.
The trouble, she supposed, with being barely out of her teens.
Well, if she couldn't flutter her eyelashes and buy someone a drink, maybe she could get into a fight, instead. Not too much of one, nothing angry, but there was nothing like a good wrestling match to get rid of some energy.
She tossed back her beer and approached the nearest person, a lanky dark-haired woman with a lazy smile. "Hi," she said. "I'm Ivy. Wanna wrestle?"
The woman looked up at her, and the lazy smile turned into a sharp grin. "Sure," she said. "I'm Akadine."
-
"Tip your head back," Akadine ordered, ten minutes later. "Pinch the top. Does that hurt?"
"No," Ivy said, which was a lie, but not much of one. "Still bleeding?" Her voice came out muffled and nasal, but understandable.
"Yeah." The older woman looked her face over. "Doesn't look broken. You'll have a hell of a bruise, though."
They had moved outside for the wrestle, since neither of them had wanted to bust up the inn. After Ivy's resounding defeat, she'd sat up against the side of the building to deal with her bloody nose.
Her shirt must be covered with blood. It was probably its time for the rag bin anyway. "That's okay," she said. "Happens all the time."
Akadine grinned. "I bet. You're a little fireball, aren't you?"
"Try to be!" She managed a grin of her own, and tasted blood. "Not as good as I want. M'brother's no good and nobody else will fight me at home."
"No wonder you pick fights with strangers in bars." Akadine patted her shoulder. "You're not bad, though."
Ivy gingerly let go of her nose, and dropped her hand when no more blood leaked out. "You're amazing," she said. "If I was staying longer I'd ask you to teach me. Where'd you learn?"
"Oh, here and there." Akadine stretched out her legs. "Retired mercenary. You pick it up as you go."
"Wow," Ivy breathed.
Akadine ruffled her hair. Ivy normally hated that, but from Akadine even hair-ruffling was kind of neat. "You gonna be a mercenary, kid?"
She shook her head. "Probably not. Honestly, I don't much like fighting when it's... mean."
"Yeah, skip mercenary then. Nothing wrong with a friendly wrassle here and there."
Ivy didn't really have an answer for that, so instead she leaned back, staring at the sky. It was so clear, so covered in stars, the full moon bathing everything in a cold bright light. She really did wish she could live in this beautiful place someday, surrounded by other women and the animals she loved, with her family maybe nearby, away from the city and the politics and the smoke.
Someday, maybe.
"Well!" Akadine slapped both hands on her thighs. "Loser buys the drinks?"
Ivy laughed. "Loser buys the drinks," she agreed, and got up to go inside.
Title: Loser Buys the Drinks
Story: In the Heart and Everwood
Colors: Rain cloud 4 (Got bitten), lapis lazuli 6 (cocksure)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Valentine's Day challenge option 2), novelty beads (ladies don't start fights, but Ivy sure does)
Word Count: 591
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy and Akadine wrestle and talk about life.
Warnings: Blood, the aftermath of a friendly fight.
Notes: Been a while since I wrote Ivy! Hopefully Akadine's characterization is good. Hope you like it, dray!
Ivy was bored and the inn had cheap beer, and even she knew that was a bad combination. Not that it stopped her.
Someday, she thought, halfway through her second pint, she would know better than to take a journey by herself. Things went far more smoothly when her brother or perhaps Jake came along to act as her impulse control. Alas, they were both in their own comfortable homes and she was alone in a distant country inn, albiet one in Urdasvale. She had always wanted to visit, for obvious reasons, and there were just as many pretty women as advertised, although none Ivy was brave enough to proposition.
The trouble, she supposed, with being barely out of her teens.
Well, if she couldn't flutter her eyelashes and buy someone a drink, maybe she could get into a fight, instead. Not too much of one, nothing angry, but there was nothing like a good wrestling match to get rid of some energy.
She tossed back her beer and approached the nearest person, a lanky dark-haired woman with a lazy smile. "Hi," she said. "I'm Ivy. Wanna wrestle?"
The woman looked up at her, and the lazy smile turned into a sharp grin. "Sure," she said. "I'm Akadine."
-
"Tip your head back," Akadine ordered, ten minutes later. "Pinch the top. Does that hurt?"
"No," Ivy said, which was a lie, but not much of one. "Still bleeding?" Her voice came out muffled and nasal, but understandable.
"Yeah." The older woman looked her face over. "Doesn't look broken. You'll have a hell of a bruise, though."
They had moved outside for the wrestle, since neither of them had wanted to bust up the inn. After Ivy's resounding defeat, she'd sat up against the side of the building to deal with her bloody nose.
Her shirt must be covered with blood. It was probably its time for the rag bin anyway. "That's okay," she said. "Happens all the time."
Akadine grinned. "I bet. You're a little fireball, aren't you?"
"Try to be!" She managed a grin of her own, and tasted blood. "Not as good as I want. M'brother's no good and nobody else will fight me at home."
"No wonder you pick fights with strangers in bars." Akadine patted her shoulder. "You're not bad, though."
Ivy gingerly let go of her nose, and dropped her hand when no more blood leaked out. "You're amazing," she said. "If I was staying longer I'd ask you to teach me. Where'd you learn?"
"Oh, here and there." Akadine stretched out her legs. "Retired mercenary. You pick it up as you go."
"Wow," Ivy breathed.
Akadine ruffled her hair. Ivy normally hated that, but from Akadine even hair-ruffling was kind of neat. "You gonna be a mercenary, kid?"
She shook her head. "Probably not. Honestly, I don't much like fighting when it's... mean."
"Yeah, skip mercenary then. Nothing wrong with a friendly wrassle here and there."
Ivy didn't really have an answer for that, so instead she leaned back, staring at the sky. It was so clear, so covered in stars, the full moon bathing everything in a cold bright light. She really did wish she could live in this beautiful place someday, surrounded by other women and the animals she loved, with her family maybe nearby, away from the city and the politics and the smoke.
Someday, maybe.
"Well!" Akadine slapped both hands on her thighs. "Loser buys the drinks?"
Ivy laughed. "Loser buys the drinks," she agreed, and got up to go inside.
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What a fun set-up and what a sweet exchange. I love how you got Akadine nailed down and how Ivy's such a tough cookie with a soft heart.
This was really great--thank you for writing this! It totally rocked my socks. :D
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Thank you so much! I'm really glad it worked.
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