[fic] If you Poke an Octopus
...T-Tales of Graces...swimsuit scene...
Uh *cough* right. That wasn't my reason for posting XD *just now saw it*
My reason for posting? Well, I have the insane urge to write a short scene between Iezzi and Lind, from my original piece (like I did with Lofquist and Gil) ...so here ya go:
Fandom: Langidrik -Original Work-
Character(s): Iezzi, Lind, Lofquist, Gil
A/N: What happens when you poke an Octopus?
Note: Happens right after Gil joins...
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Lind was trying to sleep.
*poke, poke*
Trying, of course, because he wasn't actually. And why wouldn't he actually be asleep at three AM in the morning?
*poke, poke, poke*
Maybe it had to do something with a certain teen poking him in the arm. Right over his tattoo. Which, if he was dead asleep, he wouldn't have minded, and if he was awake, he would've just swatted the boy's hand away. Except he was neither of those things. He was groggy, irritated, he had just been forced to save a mad-scientists hide, and have some duke guy righteiously offended at him--
Yes. His day had not gone well.
And now a boy was poking him, threatening to disrupt the well deserved sleep he, well, deserved.
*prod*
Okay, now that, was it.
"what?" He grumbled out, rolling over, and hiding his tattooed arm underneath the pillow. He didn't want to open his eyes--if he did he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep again, but then boy pinched his nose, "Gah!" His eyes shot open. Yup. He wouldn't be able to sleep now.
But he couldn't bring himself to frown at the boy's face, grinning ear-to-ear like this was the funniest thing, but--No kid should smile like that--because something had been bothering him.
Something had been bothering him since he had pulled him out from the Ocean that day--how long ago was it? It felt like ages, even though he knew it wasn't--and now, at night, when the smile was just fading around the edges...he could see it just a little bit more.
"What?" He asked again, this time softer. The kid tensed--he tensed--
"Nothin' just, noticed your tattoo." He was still trying to smile, but it looked tired and a little bit desperate, "When'd you get it?"
Like you need to know. But the stabbing pain should have been gone by then, of course it was, "A while ago."
"How long ago? When you were a kid?" The boy leaned over him, resting his head on the edge of the bed and looking up at him.
He had indigo eyes. Lind knew this, he knew this. Except they looked black and ethereal in the dark. He let out a sigh, "A while ago."
A small pouty frown made its way across the boys lips, "But how long ago? I wanna know."
No you don't.
"Can't you sleep?"
The boy tensed again, and turned his face into the covers.
Is he scared? Well, it would only make sense--the boy didn't know how to swim, after all, "Don't worry, " he reached out and touched the boy's hair, fine but damp with sea water, "The weather's supposed to hold up for a while." He got a stiff nod in return, but something told him the boy didn't believe him, "We're in the Menuha straight, it's known for its calm waters--you saw the Caravans didn't you?" The boy raised his head a bit, eyes a little droopy, but curious.
"You mean those floating buildings?"
"Ships." He corrected, but before the boy could ask the obvious question, he answered it for him, "Mine is just a fishing vessel, theirs hold mountains of Goods, being brought back and forth--exotic goods that are made only on the islands, and from the ocean surrounding it."
That, for some reason, made the boy's face pensive, "They take from the ocean?"
"We use it for sustenance."
"Yeah but that's fish." The boy looked generally confused, "How do you take anything else from the ocean?"
"...." He watched the boy's expression--he couldn't be serious, right, "You...don't know?" The boy shook his head, "They really didn't teach you about the ocean?"
"Nope." Too cheerful, "Even though we saw it practically everyday from afar--I mean, if I was lucky, y'know? But we never went close to it, most people in the village who do know how to swim, keep it to themselves." He scooted closer, eyes wide, "SO! What comes from the ocean?"
"...You want to hear about that, but you aren't allowed to learn how to swim?" it didn't make any sense.
"Well if I use the objects in everyday life, then I wanna know." Too eager, he almost wanted to scoot away from the suddenly bright atmosphere the boy was radiating. "it did try ta kill me, y'know, but I'm sure the ocean is useful. Very useful. Isn't it?"
"It is." He agreed, after a moment--the boy was practically up on the bed now, so he patted the side next to him, and the boy eagerly crawled up and sat crosslegged. He didn't move any closer, though, instead watching him with wide eyes.
And before he knew it--maybe it was the look he was giving him?--he began to list them, each and every item, every use, every positive thing, along with the negative, and the boy just listened, soaked in the information--maybe it felt good to hear someone take such a keen interest in the ocean? Especially in current company (why on earth that duke had been so steely when he heard he was a fisherman--even when he saw the tattoo--he didn't know. Didn't want to know), it was just nice to talk.
After he was finished, though, he noticed one other thing, too.
The boy's head was drooping further than it had been, and that smile looked a little more genuine, "Tha's amazing!" the boy hummed, smile--smile--smile--then a yawn.
"And you need to get your sleep."
"But the boat keeps rocking."
Is that what's keeping you up?
"You'll get used to it, here," He scooted over and shifted the covers, "You can lay right here until you fall asleep, okay?"
"Like that'll help." But he complied anyway, all cheerful smiles, and slunk his way under the covers. And really? Lind couldn't find himself caring when the boy wound up taking up half the bedspace--sprawling over him--
But he did hate waking up in the morning--dreadfully early, because the body warmth was gone, and--
The door to the cabin was open too, and he didn't want to say he panicked, but when he fumbled with the suddenly tangled blankets it certainly felt like it--and--and--
Well, he could breathe a sigh of relief, when he walked out on deck, and saw, on the farside (past the sleeping form of Gil, and the Duke-man) of the deck--him, standing there, stretching.
He noticed him immediately and smiled, "I don't think I can be afraid of the ocean anymore~" And maybe he said that a little too loudly. Just a little, because it wasn't him who answered back.
"Good. For. You." It was the Duke, grumbling and shifting, and looking down at Gil with a little more than annoyance, and then--but Lind had noticed the haunted expression. The bitterness.
"M'hungyyyyyy..." He did whap the brunette on the back of the head at that, though, "Buuuu...Lofffyyy!"
"Well, I'm getting hungry too."
They each exchanged a look.
"When do we eat?"
Yes, this definitely would be a long journey.
Maybe he wouldn't regret it.
Uh *cough* right. That wasn't my reason for posting XD *just now saw it*
My reason for posting? Well, I have the insane urge to write a short scene between Iezzi and Lind, from my original piece (like I did with Lofquist and Gil) ...so here ya go:
Fandom: Langidrik -Original Work-
Character(s): Iezzi, Lind, Lofquist, Gil
A/N: What happens when you poke an Octopus?
Note: Happens right after Gil joins...
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Lind was trying to sleep.
*poke, poke*
Trying, of course, because he wasn't actually. And why wouldn't he actually be asleep at three AM in the morning?
*poke, poke, poke*
Maybe it had to do something with a certain teen poking him in the arm. Right over his tattoo. Which, if he was dead asleep, he wouldn't have minded, and if he was awake, he would've just swatted the boy's hand away. Except he was neither of those things. He was groggy, irritated, he had just been forced to save a mad-scientists hide, and have some duke guy righteiously offended at him--
Yes. His day had not gone well.
And now a boy was poking him, threatening to disrupt the well deserved sleep he, well, deserved.
*prod*
Okay, now that, was it.
"what?" He grumbled out, rolling over, and hiding his tattooed arm underneath the pillow. He didn't want to open his eyes--if he did he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep again, but then boy pinched his nose, "Gah!" His eyes shot open. Yup. He wouldn't be able to sleep now.
But he couldn't bring himself to frown at the boy's face, grinning ear-to-ear like this was the funniest thing, but--No kid should smile like that--because something had been bothering him.
Something had been bothering him since he had pulled him out from the Ocean that day--how long ago was it? It felt like ages, even though he knew it wasn't--and now, at night, when the smile was just fading around the edges...he could see it just a little bit more.
"What?" He asked again, this time softer. The kid tensed--he tensed--
"Nothin' just, noticed your tattoo." He was still trying to smile, but it looked tired and a little bit desperate, "When'd you get it?"
Like you need to know. But the stabbing pain should have been gone by then, of course it was, "A while ago."
"How long ago? When you were a kid?" The boy leaned over him, resting his head on the edge of the bed and looking up at him.
He had indigo eyes. Lind knew this, he knew this. Except they looked black and ethereal in the dark. He let out a sigh, "A while ago."
A small pouty frown made its way across the boys lips, "But how long ago? I wanna know."
No you don't.
"Can't you sleep?"
The boy tensed again, and turned his face into the covers.
Is he scared? Well, it would only make sense--the boy didn't know how to swim, after all, "Don't worry, " he reached out and touched the boy's hair, fine but damp with sea water, "The weather's supposed to hold up for a while." He got a stiff nod in return, but something told him the boy didn't believe him, "We're in the Menuha straight, it's known for its calm waters--you saw the Caravans didn't you?" The boy raised his head a bit, eyes a little droopy, but curious.
"You mean those floating buildings?"
"Ships." He corrected, but before the boy could ask the obvious question, he answered it for him, "Mine is just a fishing vessel, theirs hold mountains of Goods, being brought back and forth--exotic goods that are made only on the islands, and from the ocean surrounding it."
That, for some reason, made the boy's face pensive, "They take from the ocean?"
"We use it for sustenance."
"Yeah but that's fish." The boy looked generally confused, "How do you take anything else from the ocean?"
"...." He watched the boy's expression--he couldn't be serious, right, "You...don't know?" The boy shook his head, "They really didn't teach you about the ocean?"
"Nope." Too cheerful, "Even though we saw it practically everyday from afar--I mean, if I was lucky, y'know? But we never went close to it, most people in the village who do know how to swim, keep it to themselves." He scooted closer, eyes wide, "SO! What comes from the ocean?"
"...You want to hear about that, but you aren't allowed to learn how to swim?" it didn't make any sense.
"Well if I use the objects in everyday life, then I wanna know." Too eager, he almost wanted to scoot away from the suddenly bright atmosphere the boy was radiating. "it did try ta kill me, y'know, but I'm sure the ocean is useful. Very useful. Isn't it?"
"It is." He agreed, after a moment--the boy was practically up on the bed now, so he patted the side next to him, and the boy eagerly crawled up and sat crosslegged. He didn't move any closer, though, instead watching him with wide eyes.
And before he knew it--maybe it was the look he was giving him?--he began to list them, each and every item, every use, every positive thing, along with the negative, and the boy just listened, soaked in the information--maybe it felt good to hear someone take such a keen interest in the ocean? Especially in current company (why on earth that duke had been so steely when he heard he was a fisherman--even when he saw the tattoo--he didn't know. Didn't want to know), it was just nice to talk.
After he was finished, though, he noticed one other thing, too.
The boy's head was drooping further than it had been, and that smile looked a little more genuine, "Tha's amazing!" the boy hummed, smile--smile--smile--then a yawn.
"And you need to get your sleep."
"But the boat keeps rocking."
Is that what's keeping you up?
"You'll get used to it, here," He scooted over and shifted the covers, "You can lay right here until you fall asleep, okay?"
"Like that'll help." But he complied anyway, all cheerful smiles, and slunk his way under the covers. And really? Lind couldn't find himself caring when the boy wound up taking up half the bedspace--sprawling over him--
But he did hate waking up in the morning--dreadfully early, because the body warmth was gone, and--
The door to the cabin was open too, and he didn't want to say he panicked, but when he fumbled with the suddenly tangled blankets it certainly felt like it--and--and--
Well, he could breathe a sigh of relief, when he walked out on deck, and saw, on the farside (past the sleeping form of Gil, and the Duke-man) of the deck--him, standing there, stretching.
He noticed him immediately and smiled, "I don't think I can be afraid of the ocean anymore~" And maybe he said that a little too loudly. Just a little, because it wasn't him who answered back.
"Good. For. You." It was the Duke, grumbling and shifting, and looking down at Gil with a little more than annoyance, and then--but Lind had noticed the haunted expression. The bitterness.
"M'hungyyyyyy..." He did whap the brunette on the back of the head at that, though, "Buuuu...Lofffyyy!"
"Well, I'm getting hungry too."
They each exchanged a look.
"When do we eat?"
Yes, this definitely would be a long journey.
Maybe he wouldn't regret it.