Day Sixteen: 300+ words of practice (300 words, SaiMono)
I haven't published an update for "Sweetest Dreams" (SaiMono fic I started back in 2007) since Sept 2008. That's a looong time, even for me... ^^; Rusty as Hell writing for this story. I feel like my style's completely changed... and not for the better. I need to read proper novels again, I think. Or maybe just more Korman. ;)
Sweetest Dreams Ch. 10
Shuurei woke up to feel a cool, wet compress on her head, and extra blankets piled around her.
… which wasn’t very easy to dislodge when she realized she had a splitting headache and some minor nausea.
“Shisui?” she called through her rusty, dry throat.
“Kourin?”
And now it appeared she’d been abandoned, it seemed, by those who were there to serve her.
She must have made a heckuva mess in her sleep somewhere, to warrant that kind of evasion from her personal staff.
Groaning, Shuurei closed her eyes and counted to 10.
Then tried again.
Because now she had to pee, too.
“Shisui?... Kourinnnnnn!”
From their seats in the sitting room, the two women glared identically at an uncomfortable-looking ex-prince.
“We’re very disappointed in you,” announced Shisui, her arms folded across her chest.
“Hmph!” agreed her younger, dark-haired counterpart.
“We know Shuurei’s up to something.”
Seiran pretended he hadn’t heard them, his gaze fixed casually on a spot on the wall between them.
“We know you know that something’s going on, Seiran.”
“Hmph!”
“And now you know we know you know something’s going on, which means it won’t be long before Shuurei knows--.”
“Fess up, soldier boy!”
Shisui glanced at Kourin, who blushed.
“Sorry, I got caught up in the drama…”
“So we think you should tell us right now.”
“Before we go to his Highness.”
This was blackmail.
Behind him, Seiran heard the outer doors to the Consort’s private suites slamming shut, the slats being bolted in place, locking him inside with the women.
This was organized, pre-meditated blackmail.
A part of him readily admitted he was impressed with the ruse and execution. But still, this was very, very bad. For everyone.
Seiran held his head a moment, and wondered if he should recommend the pair of women to the Uringun’s Torture and Interrogation squad…
From the personal sleeping quarters of the consort came the sound of violent retching.
Sweetest Dreams Ch. 10
Shuurei woke up to feel a cool, wet compress on her head, and extra blankets piled around her.
… which wasn’t very easy to dislodge when she realized she had a splitting headache and some minor nausea.
“Shisui?” she called through her rusty, dry throat.
“Kourin?”
And now it appeared she’d been abandoned, it seemed, by those who were there to serve her.
She must have made a heckuva mess in her sleep somewhere, to warrant that kind of evasion from her personal staff.
Groaning, Shuurei closed her eyes and counted to 10.
Then tried again.
Because now she had to pee, too.
“Shisui?... Kourinnnnnn!”
From their seats in the sitting room, the two women glared identically at an uncomfortable-looking ex-prince.
“We’re very disappointed in you,” announced Shisui, her arms folded across her chest.
“Hmph!” agreed her younger, dark-haired counterpart.
“We know Shuurei’s up to something.”
Seiran pretended he hadn’t heard them, his gaze fixed casually on a spot on the wall between them.
“We know you know that something’s going on, Seiran.”
“Hmph!”
“And now you know we know you know something’s going on, which means it won’t be long before Shuurei knows--.”
“Fess up, soldier boy!”
Shisui glanced at Kourin, who blushed.
“Sorry, I got caught up in the drama…”
“So we think you should tell us right now.”
“Before we go to his Highness.”
This was blackmail.
Behind him, Seiran heard the outer doors to the Consort’s private suites slamming shut, the slats being bolted in place, locking him inside with the women.
This was organized, pre-meditated blackmail.
A part of him readily admitted he was impressed with the ruse and execution. But still, this was very, very bad. For everyone.
Seiran held his head a moment, and wondered if he should recommend the pair of women to the Uringun’s Torture and Interrogation squad…
From the personal sleeping quarters of the consort came the sound of violent retching.