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metamorphosis2012-08-09 08:04 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-09 08:04 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: 02. unfamiliar territory
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
158/365.
He finds her sitting in their front room at three in the morning. She doesn't notice him - at least, she doesn't acknowledge his entrance, nor the door swinging shut at his heels -, and he sits in front of her, propping his chin on his hand. She yawns once, twice; the biggest is the third, that comes with a strangled sound and a flush of embarrassment. He watches her stretch, fingers straightening and playing at the edge of papers and pens; he watches her stand, kicking her legs to the side one at a time to awaken them; and he watches her register him as a presence in the room, her eyes widening.
He glances at her notes, pursing his lips when she gathers them to her chest and scowls at him. He should leave it alone, but the early time gives him less resolve to ignore her idiosyncrasies than normal.
"What's Astral Harmony?"
"None of your business!"
It's been a while since he was on the attack as far as information went - usually, she was the one seeking after little scraps of books and little rumors; things like that - and the way she moves back and towards the door (something he did, more often than not) feels strange.
"I'm making it. What is it?"
"It doesn't apply to you, so why do you want to--"
She pauses, uncertain, and he takes the chance to snatch the notes from her and hold them up, reading them out of her short reach. She's right; it doesn't apply to him, no more than her 'Abyss Theory' did to her, but it's an interesting skim nonetheless. He relinquishes the papers to her when he's done, biting back the urge to roll his eyes as she huffs and carefully places them back into a journal she'd been keeping by her side since before he had met her.
"Not so nice to get hounded about something, is it?"
She shakes her head slowly, looking more like the child she was instead of the archmage she had become. He shakes his head too, then takes her by the shoulders and pushes her out into the hallway.
"I'm glad we've reached an understanding. Time for bed."
(She makes it halfway down the hall, running, before she turns and yells that she'd still hound him about his dumb Abyss, because she wasn't finished with that theory and he had gotten to read all about transcending the boundaries of the elements. He supposes, once they're back to back in bed, he can concede a little -- although not immediately.)
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
158/365.
He finds her sitting in their front room at three in the morning. She doesn't notice him - at least, she doesn't acknowledge his entrance, nor the door swinging shut at his heels -, and he sits in front of her, propping his chin on his hand. She yawns once, twice; the biggest is the third, that comes with a strangled sound and a flush of embarrassment. He watches her stretch, fingers straightening and playing at the edge of papers and pens; he watches her stand, kicking her legs to the side one at a time to awaken them; and he watches her register him as a presence in the room, her eyes widening.
He glances at her notes, pursing his lips when she gathers them to her chest and scowls at him. He should leave it alone, but the early time gives him less resolve to ignore her idiosyncrasies than normal.
"What's Astral Harmony?"
"None of your business!"
It's been a while since he was on the attack as far as information went - usually, she was the one seeking after little scraps of books and little rumors; things like that - and the way she moves back and towards the door (something he did, more often than not) feels strange.
"I'm making it. What is it?"
"It doesn't apply to you, so why do you want to--"
She pauses, uncertain, and he takes the chance to snatch the notes from her and hold them up, reading them out of her short reach. She's right; it doesn't apply to him, no more than her 'Abyss Theory' did to her, but it's an interesting skim nonetheless. He relinquishes the papers to her when he's done, biting back the urge to roll his eyes as she huffs and carefully places them back into a journal she'd been keeping by her side since before he had met her.
"Not so nice to get hounded about something, is it?"
She shakes her head slowly, looking more like the child she was instead of the archmage she had become. He shakes his head too, then takes her by the shoulders and pushes her out into the hallway.
"I'm glad we've reached an understanding. Time for bed."
(She makes it halfway down the hall, running, before she turns and yells that she'd still hound him about his dumb Abyss, because she wasn't finished with that theory and he had gotten to read all about transcending the boundaries of the elements. He supposes, once they're back to back in bed, he can concede a little -- although not immediately.)