Non Challenges: First Battle and Bedtime Story
:: chuckles :: I get bored easily in my lit classes... Good for everyone.
Title: First Battle
Word Count: 100 x 2 (two connected drabbles)
Characters: Wolfram, Conrad, Gwendal
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I imagine a younger Wolfram would be more emotional. Just a warning.
There was a tingling in Wolfram's stomach, the sort that signaled anticipation and fear. He could hear the sounds of the battle around him, the cries of men, the crash of steel.
Although his training was dictating his movements (duck, weave, parry), this was not training. This was war, dangerous and exhilarating and frightening all at once.
Wolfram found himself losing ground. In the blink of an eye, Conrad was before him, steel stained red with blood. "Brother..." the blonde breathed, watching with big eyes as his opponent fell.
"Watch my back," Conrad replied. Wolfram obeyed instantly, the brothers fighting back-to-back.
---
The battle was over. Both sides had taken losses and were gathering their dead under a temporary truce.
Wolfram, however, was in Conrad's tent, watching Gwendal wrap a cut on the half-human's torso.
"You did well today, Wolf."
At the brunette's praise, the blonde turned crimson. "But it's my fault you were injured..."
"People are hurt in war," Gwendal replied in his gruff manner. "It's not your fault."
Wolfram opened his mouth to argue, but Conrad just smiled. "You survived your first battle, Wolfram. Be proud. We are."
---
Title: Bedtime Story
Word Count: 300
Characters: Wolfram, Yuuri, Greta
Rating: PG
"Will you tell me a story?"
"Of course, Greta." Pause. "Okay, once upon a time, there was a very handsome prince. He was one of the best soldiers in the land, but he was passed over for the throne by a foreigner."
"Why does this sound familiar?"
"Shush, Wolf. Anyway, this made the prince quite angry, and one night he managed to irritate the new king by insulting his mother--in front of his own mother, I would like to point out--"
"Please, she's done and said a lot worse."
"--and the handsome prince found himself accidentally engaged to the king, even though they were both men--"
"Oh, for crying out loud, Yuuri--"
"--and the prince was so enraged he challenged the king to a duel and promptly got schooled."
"I still say you cheated."
"Yes, I cheated by using a power I knew nothing about, yet you didn't when you tried to set me on fire.'
"See? You're finally learning."
Pause. "Yeah. So anyway, the two are forced to spend time together, but do end up becoming friends."
"Friends?"
"Oh, come on, Wolf, she's like, six."
Pause.
Sigh. "And lovers."
"Thank you."
"--And the two ended up decided to validate their relationship and get married... Greta?"
"I think she's asleep."
"Good, because we haven't told your mother yet that we are going to go through with the wedding."
"She would be a little ticked if she found out through Greta."
"When are you going to tell her?"
"That morning. Otherwise she'll fawn all over us and it'll just get annoying."
Rustling of fabric. "Sleep well, Greta."
"Sweet dreams, little one."
Greta's bedroom door opened and Yuuri and Wolfram quietly stole out into the hallway. Wolfram gently shut the door, and Yuuri kissed his cheek before leading him down to their room.
Title: First Battle
Word Count: 100 x 2 (two connected drabbles)
Characters: Wolfram, Conrad, Gwendal
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I imagine a younger Wolfram would be more emotional. Just a warning.
There was a tingling in Wolfram's stomach, the sort that signaled anticipation and fear. He could hear the sounds of the battle around him, the cries of men, the crash of steel.
Although his training was dictating his movements (duck, weave, parry), this was not training. This was war, dangerous and exhilarating and frightening all at once.
Wolfram found himself losing ground. In the blink of an eye, Conrad was before him, steel stained red with blood. "Brother..." the blonde breathed, watching with big eyes as his opponent fell.
"Watch my back," Conrad replied. Wolfram obeyed instantly, the brothers fighting back-to-back.
---
The battle was over. Both sides had taken losses and were gathering their dead under a temporary truce.
Wolfram, however, was in Conrad's tent, watching Gwendal wrap a cut on the half-human's torso.
"You did well today, Wolf."
At the brunette's praise, the blonde turned crimson. "But it's my fault you were injured..."
"People are hurt in war," Gwendal replied in his gruff manner. "It's not your fault."
Wolfram opened his mouth to argue, but Conrad just smiled. "You survived your first battle, Wolfram. Be proud. We are."
---
Title: Bedtime Story
Word Count: 300
Characters: Wolfram, Yuuri, Greta
Rating: PG
"Will you tell me a story?"
"Of course, Greta." Pause. "Okay, once upon a time, there was a very handsome prince. He was one of the best soldiers in the land, but he was passed over for the throne by a foreigner."
"Why does this sound familiar?"
"Shush, Wolf. Anyway, this made the prince quite angry, and one night he managed to irritate the new king by insulting his mother--in front of his own mother, I would like to point out--"
"Please, she's done and said a lot worse."
"--and the handsome prince found himself accidentally engaged to the king, even though they were both men--"
"Oh, for crying out loud, Yuuri--"
"--and the prince was so enraged he challenged the king to a duel and promptly got schooled."
"I still say you cheated."
"Yes, I cheated by using a power I knew nothing about, yet you didn't when you tried to set me on fire.'
"See? You're finally learning."
Pause. "Yeah. So anyway, the two are forced to spend time together, but do end up becoming friends."
"Friends?"
"Oh, come on, Wolf, she's like, six."
Pause.
Sigh. "And lovers."
"Thank you."
"--And the two ended up decided to validate their relationship and get married... Greta?"
"I think she's asleep."
"Good, because we haven't told your mother yet that we are going to go through with the wedding."
"She would be a little ticked if she found out through Greta."
"When are you going to tell her?"
"That morning. Otherwise she'll fawn all over us and it'll just get annoying."
Rustling of fabric. "Sleep well, Greta."
"Sweet dreams, little one."
Greta's bedroom door opened and Yuuri and Wolfram quietly stole out into the hallway. Wolfram gently shut the door, and Yuuri kissed his cheek before leading him down to their room.