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rainbowfic2014-02-16 11:43 pm
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2014-02-16 11:43 pm
Entry tags:
never knew shame
Name: Mischa
Story: i never promised you a rose garden
Colors: halloween orange, "a moment and my simple, careless plans were all unmade."
Supplies and Styles: none.
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: "Don't you have any shame?" Mircea Vasile, and things that happen to him very frequently - such as his traveling partner walking in on him.
Short little snippet written for my creative writing class.
Warnings: None that apply.
“Don’t you have any shame?” Aysel asks, shaking her head fondly, though it was a fondness easy to miss by someone who didn’t know her as well as Mircea does, given the sharpness in her tone and the way one of her delicately pointed ears, tipped with white fur, was pressed back against her head, smile entirely too wide and showing too-sharp teeth. The catfolk were always pretty, an entire race of beautiful and delicate, but Mircea’s always thought her even prettier when she’s annoyed, with how her breath hisses and her dark skin flushes in a way that it usually never does.
Mircea doesn’t try to annoy her at all, usually: sometimes he does, just to keep her on her toes, but it usually just happens. He hadn’t particularly meant to have sex with his latest lover in her bed, it had been more an accident than anything (he hadn’t remembered which bed was hers at the time), but it’d happened regardless.
“You should know the answer already, dear one,” he says, careful to keep his accent south, where it should be, instead of in the haunted mountains of the east. “Shame was one of the few gifts that the Threefold Lady never gave me,”
He’d stretch, languidly, to prove his point, entirely unconcerned with his nakedness - especially given how often she’d seen him like this, not even bothering to pull the sheets up since there wasn’t a point - except that it’s hard to stretch with Aurel lying heavy on his back, lips pressed against the nape of his neck while he snores, evenly. Maybe if he was lucky, Aysel wouldn’t snatch the sheets out from under them and send them tumbling to the ground, but it’s a moment’s idle thought.
He’s never lucky.
Story: i never promised you a rose garden
Colors: halloween orange, "a moment and my simple, careless plans were all unmade."
Supplies and Styles: none.
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: "Don't you have any shame?" Mircea Vasile, and things that happen to him very frequently - such as his traveling partner walking in on him.
Short little snippet written for my creative writing class.
Warnings: None that apply.
“Don’t you have any shame?” Aysel asks, shaking her head fondly, though it was a fondness easy to miss by someone who didn’t know her as well as Mircea does, given the sharpness in her tone and the way one of her delicately pointed ears, tipped with white fur, was pressed back against her head, smile entirely too wide and showing too-sharp teeth. The catfolk were always pretty, an entire race of beautiful and delicate, but Mircea’s always thought her even prettier when she’s annoyed, with how her breath hisses and her dark skin flushes in a way that it usually never does.
Mircea doesn’t try to annoy her at all, usually: sometimes he does, just to keep her on her toes, but it usually just happens. He hadn’t particularly meant to have sex with his latest lover in her bed, it had been more an accident than anything (he hadn’t remembered which bed was hers at the time), but it’d happened regardless.
“You should know the answer already, dear one,” he says, careful to keep his accent south, where it should be, instead of in the haunted mountains of the east. “Shame was one of the few gifts that the Threefold Lady never gave me,”
He’d stretch, languidly, to prove his point, entirely unconcerned with his nakedness - especially given how often she’d seen him like this, not even bothering to pull the sheets up since there wasn’t a point - except that it’s hard to stretch with Aurel lying heavy on his back, lips pressed against the nape of his neck while he snores, evenly. Maybe if he was lucky, Aysel wouldn’t snatch the sheets out from under them and send them tumbling to the ground, but it’s a moment’s idle thought.
He’s never lucky.
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It's both - it doesn't really come up in this, but they've known each other since he was sixteen (and have been working together nearly as long)
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Oh EVERYONE here.
This is really cute and fun.
And owie.
The ow enhances the other flavors.
:D
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