[August 10] [Strange Magic] Pounding
Title: Pounding
Day/Theme: 10. I thought we were clear that night was for sleeping
Series: Strange Magic
Character/Pairing: Marianne/Bog King, Dawn, King Dagda
Rating: PG
“You kept every one up last night,” Dawn said casually, stirring her tea.
“Right,” Marianne said, only half listening. She was just there to find something Bog would eat and hurry back to the bedroom.
“You may have noticed that our poor father scuttled out like a kicked beetle rather than face you over breakfast?” Dawn went on, as sweetly as ever. She pretended to blow on the hot tea, holding the cup with just her fingertips.
“What?” Marianne asked. She looked at the table and realized that there was another plate there. There were a few bites missing and a trail of crumbs leading off, as if someone had hurried away. “I… guess I didn’t…?”
“You might also have missed all the pounding on your door last night? What all the other pounding going on?”
“Wait…” Marianne was finally realizing where this was going. “We weren’t that loud, were we?” Dawn raised an eyebrow. “Were we??”
“Let’s just say, you might want to limit that sort of thing to the Dark Forest until our ears stop ringing,” said Dawn. Marianne flushed and slumped in an agony of embarrassment and annoyance.
“But then he worries and frets about what might be happening to his poor, sweet-“
“Well, you solved that problem, I think,” Dawn broke into a grin. “He’ll probably be glad to have all that happen under someone else’s roof from now on.”
“Hey,” Marianne said, brightening a little. “You think so? Hmm…” Her mortified expression turned devious. She gathered up her breakfast-in-bed ingredients and zipped off in a blur of wings and a dark chuckle.
Day/Theme: 10. I thought we were clear that night was for sleeping
Series: Strange Magic
Character/Pairing: Marianne/Bog King, Dawn, King Dagda
Rating: PG
“You kept every one up last night,” Dawn said casually, stirring her tea.
“Right,” Marianne said, only half listening. She was just there to find something Bog would eat and hurry back to the bedroom.
“You may have noticed that our poor father scuttled out like a kicked beetle rather than face you over breakfast?” Dawn went on, as sweetly as ever. She pretended to blow on the hot tea, holding the cup with just her fingertips.
“What?” Marianne asked. She looked at the table and realized that there was another plate there. There were a few bites missing and a trail of crumbs leading off, as if someone had hurried away. “I… guess I didn’t…?”
“You might also have missed all the pounding on your door last night? What all the other pounding going on?”
“Wait…” Marianne was finally realizing where this was going. “We weren’t that loud, were we?” Dawn raised an eyebrow. “Were we??”
“Let’s just say, you might want to limit that sort of thing to the Dark Forest until our ears stop ringing,” said Dawn. Marianne flushed and slumped in an agony of embarrassment and annoyance.
“But then he worries and frets about what might be happening to his poor, sweet-“
“Well, you solved that problem, I think,” Dawn broke into a grin. “He’ll probably be glad to have all that happen under someone else’s roof from now on.”
“Hey,” Marianne said, brightening a little. “You think so? Hmm…” Her mortified expression turned devious. She gathered up her breakfast-in-bed ingredients and zipped off in a blur of wings and a dark chuckle.