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metamorphosis2012-01-08 09:47 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-01-08 09:47 pm
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Title: doubts
Characters: Lukius Bridges, Rommy
Rating: G
13/365. From some AU where Rommy isn't a craycray Spot. Harder than it seems.A pair of cute kids like Caius and Rubia, huh?
Lukius isn’t surprised to find her in the library, glancing boredly through the pages of a particularly large book and sighing when she shuts it; he’s not surprised to see her see him and smile either, although it gives his heart an awkward flutter and prompts him to take a seat beside her to see exactly what she’s looking at. It’s something about Prisepuths, and when interrogated (which isn’t something you do to fellow prosecutors, Lukius!) she admits to wanting to learn how to do more types of spells; she’s good (amazing, even) offensively but healing is a different matter and, quite honestly, Lukius thinks she wouldn’t be any good at it (because all you can be is offensive— which earns him a shove and a pouting frown). Rommy chews her bottom lip thoughtfully and picks up the book (tucking it between her left arm and her chest), standing up and smoothing down her uniform with her free hand
“I suppose it doesn't matter much regardless. We're soldiers first and priests second, correct?”
She slips away before he can give a response, down the aisles of books, glancing from side to side until she finds the place the book came from; she returns it to its spot, even though they're not supposed to, and rejoins him with a sweet, if forced, smile.
“Why did you come to the library?”
“You weren't anywhere else, so I thought you might be here.”
“Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself, Lukius.”
It isn't true at all – Rommy's always been rather open to him, but there were some things (really important things, he felt) that she keeps close to her heart and he's beginning to suspect it has something to do with being the son of the Pope; as much as he isn't treated like one, it's still something they both know, and it tends to make Rommy go quiet on some discussion.
“Maybe. Are you ready?”
“We have to leave so soon?”
There's an edge of disappointment in her voice she can't quite get rid of, even as she fixes her hair and grabs her prosecutor helmet to put on. It conceals her face, but not her mouth, and the lips fight between an uneasy smile and an outright frown. The latter wins over when she exhales softly and turns her head.
“Yes, I'm ready. Shall we?”
“Yes.” He pauses, before his curiosity triumphs his self-control, just for a moment. “Rommy --”
She's already by the door, collecting her stave and clenching it tightly; she steps outside and he has no choice to follow her. She acts like she doesn't know he called after her (it was loud enough for her though; she couldn't have not heard it) and doesn't talk until they arrive at their destination – and even then it isn't to him, but to the people of the village they've been sent to investigate.
Characters: Lukius Bridges, Rommy
Rating: G
13/365. From some AU where Rommy isn't a craycray Spot. Harder than it seems.
Lukius isn’t surprised to find her in the library, glancing boredly through the pages of a particularly large book and sighing when she shuts it; he’s not surprised to see her see him and smile either, although it gives his heart an awkward flutter and prompts him to take a seat beside her to see exactly what she’s looking at. It’s something about Prisepuths, and when interrogated (which isn’t something you do to fellow prosecutors, Lukius!) she admits to wanting to learn how to do more types of spells; she’s good (amazing, even) offensively but healing is a different matter and, quite honestly, Lukius thinks she wouldn’t be any good at it (because all you can be is offensive— which earns him a shove and a pouting frown). Rommy chews her bottom lip thoughtfully and picks up the book (tucking it between her left arm and her chest), standing up and smoothing down her uniform with her free hand
“I suppose it doesn't matter much regardless. We're soldiers first and priests second, correct?”
She slips away before he can give a response, down the aisles of books, glancing from side to side until she finds the place the book came from; she returns it to its spot, even though they're not supposed to, and rejoins him with a sweet, if forced, smile.
“Why did you come to the library?”
“You weren't anywhere else, so I thought you might be here.”
“Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself, Lukius.”
It isn't true at all – Rommy's always been rather open to him, but there were some things (really important things, he felt) that she keeps close to her heart and he's beginning to suspect it has something to do with being the son of the Pope; as much as he isn't treated like one, it's still something they both know, and it tends to make Rommy go quiet on some discussion.
“Maybe. Are you ready?”
“We have to leave so soon?”
There's an edge of disappointment in her voice she can't quite get rid of, even as she fixes her hair and grabs her prosecutor helmet to put on. It conceals her face, but not her mouth, and the lips fight between an uneasy smile and an outright frown. The latter wins over when she exhales softly and turns her head.
“Yes, I'm ready. Shall we?”
“Yes.” He pauses, before his curiosity triumphs his self-control, just for a moment. “Rommy --”
She's already by the door, collecting her stave and clenching it tightly; she steps outside and he has no choice to follow her. She acts like she doesn't know he called after her (it was loud enough for her though; she couldn't have not heard it) and doesn't talk until they arrive at their destination – and even then it isn't to him, but to the people of the village they've been sent to investigate.