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metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:56 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:56 pm
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Title: aradian nights
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
157/365.
”Did you ever read fairytales when you were younger? I know we didn’t really have a lot of them on Pandemonium, but my mom used to tell me about the Apostles and put them into funny roles. Like Hilder was Charcoal Black, and Cain was her prince, and that Bakal guy - Mommy just called him Dragon - he was the evil witch who didn’t like Charcoal Black. How about you?”
If there’s one thing that irks him about his distaff counterpart, it’s how she can’t sit still. Or stop talking. Or not ask questions. It’s a little more than one, but it all comes together in the pause she makes for him to answer.
“No.” He didn’t really have much in the way of a family - that he can remember - and she swings her legs, thinking.
“Arad has some pretty neat ones too, although they’re not as cool as my mom’s. Do you want to hear one?”
“No.”
“Once upon a—”
“I said no, didn’t I?”
She huffs, drawing her legs up onto the chair and crossing them under her; she does the same with her arms and her chest, frowning, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m not interested.”
“Weren’t you supposed to change?”
The question — no, the statement catches him off guard. He tries to remember when he’s told her anything about the circumstances surrounding his Abyss. He doesn’t find a time. So he cocks his head to the side and gives her the best ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ look he can muster.
She doesn’t look convinced, but sighs and files it away for another time. Hopefully not soon.
“Anyway, like I was saying—”
“Why don’t you go tell that gunner you were talking to me about? She’s from Empryean after all. I bet she has better stories.”
“Maybe I will!”
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
157/365.
”Did you ever read fairytales when you were younger? I know we didn’t really have a lot of them on Pandemonium, but my mom used to tell me about the Apostles and put them into funny roles. Like Hilder was Charcoal Black, and Cain was her prince, and that Bakal guy - Mommy just called him Dragon - he was the evil witch who didn’t like Charcoal Black. How about you?”
If there’s one thing that irks him about his distaff counterpart, it’s how she can’t sit still. Or stop talking. Or not ask questions. It’s a little more than one, but it all comes together in the pause she makes for him to answer.
“No.” He didn’t really have much in the way of a family - that he can remember - and she swings her legs, thinking.
“Arad has some pretty neat ones too, although they’re not as cool as my mom’s. Do you want to hear one?”
“No.”
“Once upon a—”
“I said no, didn’t I?”
She huffs, drawing her legs up onto the chair and crossing them under her; she does the same with her arms and her chest, frowning, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’m not interested.”
“Weren’t you supposed to change?”
The question — no, the statement catches him off guard. He tries to remember when he’s told her anything about the circumstances surrounding his Abyss. He doesn’t find a time. So he cocks his head to the side and gives her the best ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ look he can muster.
She doesn’t look convinced, but sighs and files it away for another time. Hopefully not soon.
“Anyway, like I was saying—”
“Why don’t you go tell that gunner you were talking to me about? She’s from Empryean after all. I bet she has better stories.”
“Maybe I will!”