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metamorphosis2012-08-10 03:20 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-10 03:20 pm
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Title: 09. old friends
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage, Kate
Rating: G
165/365.
"She's like fifty billion years old," she's explaining, ripping into some bread. She pauses to wash it down with some milk, and his eyebrows raise at the line of white above her lips. So that really did happen. "And she's been working on Central Park here for like, half of that--"
"I'm not quite that old yet, young lady." Kate thumps the young mage on the head, causing her to whine and shift around the table until she's by his side.
"Sorry, Kate! He just wanted to know about you, and he asked me 'cause you and I are friends!"
"Then you should start telling him the truth."
"I don't know how old you really are, and you said you'd been working on this place for like, a century or something--"
It's a little like watching two sisters argue, he thinks, and maybe that's what they really are. Saving someone on the brink of death did give one a stronger relationship than just meeting someone, and he slowly rips a piece of his bread of and pops it into his mouth as they quarrel.
But he really would like to learn more about the summoner who had bound an Apostle to her.
"Kate, is it true all of this is your work?"
They pause, and Kate sits in front of the. She smooths her dress and nods, carefully folding her hands over her lap and smiling. She's fragile, but not in a weak way; if anything, she's more powerful than either of them, even if they could draw on the raw power of magic. He thinks his next question carefully, and --
"Ever have a boyfriend?"
-- closes it immediately, sending his distaff counterpart a Look. She pretends not to notice, leaning forward and grinning, and Kate laughs.
"Perhaps. Have you?"
"I-- uh-- well-- No, but I guess I did use to kind of like this guy--? He was a Slayer, and --"
He furrows his brows, listening, then makes a sound akin to a cat being strangled.
"Wait, you don't mean --"
"-- Shut up!"
She thumps him on the shoulder and huffs, squeezing her hands between her thighs. Kate's eyebrows raise, but she doesn't say anything; the message, though, is a little too clear, and he clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders.
"I just never picked you to have that kind of taste in guys."
"He wasn't a bad guy! You two just got off to a rough start, that's all! Anyway, he wasn't the only guy I liked but, well-- It's not important!"
Evidently, it's his turn to spill his crushes, from the way the two women in the room are looking at him. He sighs and stands, grabbing a basket from the counter as he walks.
"You said you needed some fruit, right? I'll get some--"
"Don't you dare leave! We said stuff about ours, so you need to cough up about--"
The slamming of a door drowns out whatever she was about to say, and he feels a little hot when he realizes he feels happy about the state of things in Central Park.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage, Kate
Rating: G
165/365.
"She's like fifty billion years old," she's explaining, ripping into some bread. She pauses to wash it down with some milk, and his eyebrows raise at the line of white above her lips. So that really did happen. "And she's been working on Central Park here for like, half of that--"
"I'm not quite that old yet, young lady." Kate thumps the young mage on the head, causing her to whine and shift around the table until she's by his side.
"Sorry, Kate! He just wanted to know about you, and he asked me 'cause you and I are friends!"
"Then you should start telling him the truth."
"I don't know how old you really are, and you said you'd been working on this place for like, a century or something--"
It's a little like watching two sisters argue, he thinks, and maybe that's what they really are. Saving someone on the brink of death did give one a stronger relationship than just meeting someone, and he slowly rips a piece of his bread of and pops it into his mouth as they quarrel.
But he really would like to learn more about the summoner who had bound an Apostle to her.
"Kate, is it true all of this is your work?"
They pause, and Kate sits in front of the. She smooths her dress and nods, carefully folding her hands over her lap and smiling. She's fragile, but not in a weak way; if anything, she's more powerful than either of them, even if they could draw on the raw power of magic. He thinks his next question carefully, and --
"Ever have a boyfriend?"
-- closes it immediately, sending his distaff counterpart a Look. She pretends not to notice, leaning forward and grinning, and Kate laughs.
"Perhaps. Have you?"
"I-- uh-- well-- No, but I guess I did use to kind of like this guy--? He was a Slayer, and --"
He furrows his brows, listening, then makes a sound akin to a cat being strangled.
"Wait, you don't mean --"
"-- Shut up!"
She thumps him on the shoulder and huffs, squeezing her hands between her thighs. Kate's eyebrows raise, but she doesn't say anything; the message, though, is a little too clear, and he clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders.
"I just never picked you to have that kind of taste in guys."
"He wasn't a bad guy! You two just got off to a rough start, that's all! Anyway, he wasn't the only guy I liked but, well-- It's not important!"
Evidently, it's his turn to spill his crushes, from the way the two women in the room are looking at him. He sighs and stands, grabbing a basket from the counter as he walks.
"You said you needed some fruit, right? I'll get some--"
"Don't you dare leave! We said stuff about ours, so you need to cough up about--"
The slamming of a door drowns out whatever she was about to say, and he feels a little hot when he realizes he feels happy about the state of things in Central Park.