Revenge Is Best Served Cold
For gehayi, in response to the ficlet meme and "Any Dresden Files muse meets any Narnia muse". :D
Title: Revenge Is Best Served Cold
Fandom: The Dresden Files and Chronicles of Narnia AU/panfandom RP crossover
Characters: Shasta and Bob
Rating: G
Words: 291
Note: As said above, this fic fits in with muses shaped by play in a panfandom RP game. In that setting, Shasta and Bob were friends and mentor/student. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dresden Files or The Chronicles of Narnia.
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Bob stood ramrod straight, still and silent, dark suit impeccable, not a white hair out of place, completely unaware (probably) of Shasta's presence as he surveyed the newly fallen snow blanketing every available village surface. Today would be as good a day as any to show his mentor how much fun could be had in winter.
The old guy was not looking in his direction and seemed lost in thought.
Perfect!
Shasta pushed away a pesky last minute twinge of guilt; and, winding up like any baseball aficionado would appreciate, let fly a nicely-rounded frozen sphere and watched it whiz toward his friend before leaning back out of sight. He waited and waited and waited, wondering if his toss had found its mark--or at least gone through it.
Had Bob noticed? Would the freezing snowball be felt going through his equally cold ghostly essence? Shasta gripped the brick building corner with the tips of his leather-gloved fingers and peeped quickly. Uh oh... Bob was closer. He was making a funny gesture with his fingers... and he was smiling a little, a glint of battle in those cool blue eyes. Time to make himself scarce.
Ahh! Not quick enough!
A giant shlop of icy, wet, sloppy revenge spread over his hair and slid down inside his coat and shirt collar all the way down to his belt line. Shasta turned a rueful gaze upward and noticed the--now empty--gutter directly above his head.
He shivered compulsively, giving his hair a good shake. Well, lesson learned anyway. Never start a snowball fight with a sorcerer! He laughed and conceded defeat, ready to go in for his lesson.
"Hey, Bob!" He ran across the cobbled street. "Have you ever built a snowman?"
Title: Revenge Is Best Served Cold
Fandom: The Dresden Files and Chronicles of Narnia AU/panfandom RP crossover
Characters: Shasta and Bob
Rating: G
Words: 291
Note: As said above, this fic fits in with muses shaped by play in a panfandom RP game. In that setting, Shasta and Bob were friends and mentor/student. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dresden Files or The Chronicles of Narnia.
***
Bob stood ramrod straight, still and silent, dark suit impeccable, not a white hair out of place, completely unaware (probably) of Shasta's presence as he surveyed the newly fallen snow blanketing every available village surface. Today would be as good a day as any to show his mentor how much fun could be had in winter.
The old guy was not looking in his direction and seemed lost in thought.
Perfect!
Shasta pushed away a pesky last minute twinge of guilt; and, winding up like any baseball aficionado would appreciate, let fly a nicely-rounded frozen sphere and watched it whiz toward his friend before leaning back out of sight. He waited and waited and waited, wondering if his toss had found its mark--or at least gone through it.
Had Bob noticed? Would the freezing snowball be felt going through his equally cold ghostly essence? Shasta gripped the brick building corner with the tips of his leather-gloved fingers and peeped quickly. Uh oh... Bob was closer. He was making a funny gesture with his fingers... and he was smiling a little, a glint of battle in those cool blue eyes. Time to make himself scarce.
Ahh! Not quick enough!
A giant shlop of icy, wet, sloppy revenge spread over his hair and slid down inside his coat and shirt collar all the way down to his belt line. Shasta turned a rueful gaze upward and noticed the--now empty--gutter directly above his head.
He shivered compulsively, giving his hair a good shake. Well, lesson learned anyway. Never start a snowball fight with a sorcerer! He laughed and conceded defeat, ready to go in for his lesson.
"Hey, Bob!" He ran across the cobbled street. "Have you ever built a snowman?"