Fic: Attention [Characterization Challenge]
Title: Attention
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: ~825
Pairing: Undisclosed [the objective of the exercise is to make it obvious from the characterization]
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just borrowing.
Warnings/Rating: Threat of testicular hexing / PG
Written For: ldymusyc who challenged people to write a short fic 'using absolutely no names or physical/social descriptors.'
Notes: I thought this was an absolutely brilliant idea for making sure your characterizations stood up whatever the situation and setting.
“It won’t work, you know,” he drawled from his position in the doorway, where he leaned in a carefully studied pose designed to look lazy and casual.
“So you say. I say different,” she lifted her chin to look at him only long enough to let him know she’d seen him there and was dismissing his presence as inconsequential. It was sure to wind him up far more than telling him to go away. If there was one thing she’d learned about him was that he loathed being ignored.
Oh no, this would not do at all, he thought. His eyes narrowed briefly before he shook his fringe into place and pushed off the door frame to come closer. Negative attention, positive attention -- any sort of attention really -- would do. Being ignored however, was simply not an option. “I do say, and what is more, you know I’m right.
“They will never learn to co-exist peacefully,” he continued. “It is an exercise in futility to even try. Give it up. Better to strategically retreat now and concentrate on damage control. Otherwise, you will be conceding defeat later and focusing on disaster recovery.” He leaned against the desk where she was scratching things down in three colors of ink and casting erasure charms with well-practiced ease.
“I finished the damage control plan yesterday.” When she gestured toward the neatly arranged stack of folders on the desk behind him, he reached around and took the top two. “Put those down! You’ll get them out of order!”
She tried snagging them back but he held them off to the side where she couldn’t reach. “Now, now. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll just look these over and provide you with the benefit of my superior understanding of these things, shall I?” If there was one thing he’d learned about her was that she loathed having her work disturbed. If there was another, it was that she had a problem with constructive criticism.
“Give. That. Back.” Her eyes narrowed. It was clear she meant business when she picked up her wand, for it was not to cast yet another erasure charm.
“Ah-ah. You wouldn’t want to hex me now, would you? I might drop all this work and then you’d have to re-sort it all. Can’t have that, can we?” He smirked.
Standing so she could reach the folders, she grabbed for them only to come away with nothing but air. He was now holding them above his head. “I’m warning you. I’m not above forcing your testicles into disaster recovery mode, you know.” She stood in front of him with one hand held out for the folders while the other hand held her wand pointed directly between his legs.
He visibly shrunk before her. She’d used that hex on him once before and he was not looking to encounter it again. “That’s cold. I thought at the very least I’d be able to charm you out of a kiss. Threatening your future husband’s tackle two weeks before the wedding is not on, woman.”
“You know better than to mess with my plans. Now give me the folders and no one has to be hurt. Then, if you’d like some positive attention from your future wife, you might try asking her to take a walk in the garden with you,” she suggested. It was a nice day and she could do with some exercise.
“I’d rather whinge than ask, if it’s all the same to you. I like it when you kiss me to shut me up,” he held out the folders for her but the second she lowered her wand, he snaked an arm about her waist and pulled her close and kissed her before she had a chance to shriek at him. “I like kissing you to shut you up too,” he chuckled when he released her lips.
“Now you’re not playing fair,” she mumbled, but when he caressed her cheek before kissing her again, she couldn’t be arsed to care.
“Whoever said I play fair?” He took the folders and carefully replaced them, arranging them square with the corner of the desk and then capped the three different colors of ink because she hated leaving her desk in disarray. He knew perfectly well if he carried her off without seeing to things, she’d be too distracted to give him her full attention. “All in order then?” He asked and after she made a minor alteration to line up the bottles so they were evenly spaced, she smiled at him and nodded.
“Excellent.” He said, swooping her up and carrying her away. “By the way, there’s been a slight change in plan. The garden is out, the bedroom is in.”
“It’s a very good thing that’s exactly what I had penciled in for this afternoon. You know how I like to keep on schedule.” He really was very predictable once she got to know him.
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: ~825
Pairing: Undisclosed [the objective of the exercise is to make it obvious from the characterization]
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just borrowing.
Warnings/Rating: Threat of testicular hexing / PG
Written For: ldymusyc who challenged people to write a short fic 'using absolutely no names or physical/social descriptors.'
Notes: I thought this was an absolutely brilliant idea for making sure your characterizations stood up whatever the situation and setting.
“It won’t work, you know,” he drawled from his position in the doorway, where he leaned in a carefully studied pose designed to look lazy and casual.
“So you say. I say different,” she lifted her chin to look at him only long enough to let him know she’d seen him there and was dismissing his presence as inconsequential. It was sure to wind him up far more than telling him to go away. If there was one thing she’d learned about him was that he loathed being ignored.
Oh no, this would not do at all, he thought. His eyes narrowed briefly before he shook his fringe into place and pushed off the door frame to come closer. Negative attention, positive attention -- any sort of attention really -- would do. Being ignored however, was simply not an option. “I do say, and what is more, you know I’m right.
“They will never learn to co-exist peacefully,” he continued. “It is an exercise in futility to even try. Give it up. Better to strategically retreat now and concentrate on damage control. Otherwise, you will be conceding defeat later and focusing on disaster recovery.” He leaned against the desk where she was scratching things down in three colors of ink and casting erasure charms with well-practiced ease.
“I finished the damage control plan yesterday.” When she gestured toward the neatly arranged stack of folders on the desk behind him, he reached around and took the top two. “Put those down! You’ll get them out of order!”
She tried snagging them back but he held them off to the side where she couldn’t reach. “Now, now. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll just look these over and provide you with the benefit of my superior understanding of these things, shall I?” If there was one thing he’d learned about her was that she loathed having her work disturbed. If there was another, it was that she had a problem with constructive criticism.
“Give. That. Back.” Her eyes narrowed. It was clear she meant business when she picked up her wand, for it was not to cast yet another erasure charm.
“Ah-ah. You wouldn’t want to hex me now, would you? I might drop all this work and then you’d have to re-sort it all. Can’t have that, can we?” He smirked.
Standing so she could reach the folders, she grabbed for them only to come away with nothing but air. He was now holding them above his head. “I’m warning you. I’m not above forcing your testicles into disaster recovery mode, you know.” She stood in front of him with one hand held out for the folders while the other hand held her wand pointed directly between his legs.
He visibly shrunk before her. She’d used that hex on him once before and he was not looking to encounter it again. “That’s cold. I thought at the very least I’d be able to charm you out of a kiss. Threatening your future husband’s tackle two weeks before the wedding is not on, woman.”
“You know better than to mess with my plans. Now give me the folders and no one has to be hurt. Then, if you’d like some positive attention from your future wife, you might try asking her to take a walk in the garden with you,” she suggested. It was a nice day and she could do with some exercise.
“I’d rather whinge than ask, if it’s all the same to you. I like it when you kiss me to shut me up,” he held out the folders for her but the second she lowered her wand, he snaked an arm about her waist and pulled her close and kissed her before she had a chance to shriek at him. “I like kissing you to shut you up too,” he chuckled when he released her lips.
“Now you’re not playing fair,” she mumbled, but when he caressed her cheek before kissing her again, she couldn’t be arsed to care.
“Whoever said I play fair?” He took the folders and carefully replaced them, arranging them square with the corner of the desk and then capped the three different colors of ink because she hated leaving her desk in disarray. He knew perfectly well if he carried her off without seeing to things, she’d be too distracted to give him her full attention. “All in order then?” He asked and after she made a minor alteration to line up the bottles so they were evenly spaced, she smiled at him and nodded.
“Excellent.” He said, swooping her up and carrying her away. “By the way, there’s been a slight change in plan. The garden is out, the bedroom is in.”
“It’s a very good thing that’s exactly what I had penciled in for this afternoon. You know how I like to keep on schedule.” He really was very predictable once she got to know him.