[Fic] [Round 26] Jumping Off of Cliffs, G
Author/Artist: crystaltear
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 195
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used: Conrad/Alford
Notes: Takes place during season 3, when Alford jumps off of the cliff to retrieve his holy sword.
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Alford doesn’t show it, but his leap over the cliff has left a large wound on his upper leg , causing him to wince ever so slightly with each movement they make back toward the nearest town. Yozak is discrete as he passes a small bag to his captain, a knowing smirk settling on his face as he sends T-Zou off and Wolfram and Yuuri scurrying after him. Conrad, both grateful and annoyed, turns to a very confused Alford.
“Let’s have a look.” He points at the torn cloth of Alford’s pants, and then directs the younger man to sit a few feet off of the path.
Conrad isn’t impulsive like Alford; he doesn’t jump off of cliffs. He thinks about his actions, every movement deliberate; it’s the way of a soldier. He is careful as he tends and wraps the wound, his gaze intent on cleaning it and not on the blush that has settled across Alford’s cheeks. He finishes quickly and efficiently, as he does all things. And then he looks up.
“Don’t do that again,” he chides gently, then closes the space between their lips in a singular, unthinking moment of impulsiveness.
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 195
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used: Conrad/Alford
Notes: Takes place during season 3, when Alford jumps off of the cliff to retrieve his holy sword.
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Alford doesn’t show it, but his leap over the cliff has left a large wound on his upper leg , causing him to wince ever so slightly with each movement they make back toward the nearest town. Yozak is discrete as he passes a small bag to his captain, a knowing smirk settling on his face as he sends T-Zou off and Wolfram and Yuuri scurrying after him. Conrad, both grateful and annoyed, turns to a very confused Alford.
“Let’s have a look.” He points at the torn cloth of Alford’s pants, and then directs the younger man to sit a few feet off of the path.
Conrad isn’t impulsive like Alford; he doesn’t jump off of cliffs. He thinks about his actions, every movement deliberate; it’s the way of a soldier. He is careful as he tends and wraps the wound, his gaze intent on cleaning it and not on the blush that has settled across Alford’s cheeks. He finishes quickly and efficiently, as he does all things. And then he looks up.
“Don’t do that again,” he chides gently, then closes the space between their lips in a singular, unthinking moment of impulsiveness.