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Two more drabbles after this one, and I tried to save my favorite two for last. ^_^
Fic #29: Dance
Request: FIG, Ian/Iris, prompt: dancing
Requested by: aramina
Length: 503
Rated: PG-13
Notes: I know nothing about dancing.
Ian looked over the invitation in some interest. It was printed on heavy stationery, and the letters were embossed. It must have taken a fortune to print and mail out as many as he figured had gone out. People who threw away money like that irritated him, but that wasn’t really the point at hand.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked Iris.
She smiled, kicking her feet back and forth. “You said you needed a way in, yes?” she asked. “How fortuitous that I happened to be invited and can bring you as my date.”
“I sort of meant a discreet way in,” he said. “I mean, to have my name on a guest list might be awkward after I kill the host.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I’m sure you have plenty of fake identities that would be suitable for such a thing. Anyway, don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure you can kill him without leaving any sort of trace. What did he do, by the way?”
“He’s a demon,” Ian said, “so I probably can’t kill him without a trace. It won’t be that easy.”
“Oh? What sort?”
“He’s a sorrow demon,” Ian said. “They’re normally harmless, as far as demons go, but this one in particular likes to make people cry by taking their children away. So far no one’s figured out exactly what happened to the children. So you understand that I can’t just stick a knife through his heart and call it done.”
“Hm. That does complicate matters.” Iris gave a melodramatic sigh. “And I was so hoping you’d be my date. I wanted to see you in a nice tuxedo and attend something classy.”
“Well, I don’t actually know how to dance,” Ian said.
“What, you don’t?” Iris laughed. “Well, then, sweet boy, I’ll have to teach you. Otherwise we won’t fit in.”
“Uhm, yeah,” Ian said, “but if I don’t go to the actual dance, then it’s not necessary.”
Iris was still laughing. “Sweet boy, I might almost think that you don’t want to learn how to dance. This is, of course, totally unacceptable.” She got off the sofa and put a CD into the stereo. “Shall we?”
“Uh, well, I guess we could - ”
“Over here,” Iris said, and Ian sighed and walked over. She put one of his hands on her waist and the other on her shoulder. “Like so,” she said, telling him where to step for each beat. Despite his reluctance, he got the hang of it rather quickly. “There, now was that so hard?” she teased him.
“Are you going to make me go to the dance now?”
“I do so want to see you in a tuxedo,” she said wistfully, “but I understand if you don’t want to, circumstances being what they are. I’ll just have to find another party to take you to later, so I can show you off.”
“Still gonna help me kill the demon?”
“Of course! That sounds like quite the enjoyable evening as well.”
And, because I totally forgot to post this with the last chapter of their fic, here's the Iris doll!
Ta da!
Fic #29: Dance
Request: FIG, Ian/Iris, prompt: dancing
Requested by: aramina
Length: 503
Rated: PG-13
Notes: I know nothing about dancing.
Ian looked over the invitation in some interest. It was printed on heavy stationery, and the letters were embossed. It must have taken a fortune to print and mail out as many as he figured had gone out. People who threw away money like that irritated him, but that wasn’t really the point at hand.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked Iris.
She smiled, kicking her feet back and forth. “You said you needed a way in, yes?” she asked. “How fortuitous that I happened to be invited and can bring you as my date.”
“I sort of meant a discreet way in,” he said. “I mean, to have my name on a guest list might be awkward after I kill the host.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “I’m sure you have plenty of fake identities that would be suitable for such a thing. Anyway, don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure you can kill him without leaving any sort of trace. What did he do, by the way?”
“He’s a demon,” Ian said, “so I probably can’t kill him without a trace. It won’t be that easy.”
“Oh? What sort?”
“He’s a sorrow demon,” Ian said. “They’re normally harmless, as far as demons go, but this one in particular likes to make people cry by taking their children away. So far no one’s figured out exactly what happened to the children. So you understand that I can’t just stick a knife through his heart and call it done.”
“Hm. That does complicate matters.” Iris gave a melodramatic sigh. “And I was so hoping you’d be my date. I wanted to see you in a nice tuxedo and attend something classy.”
“Well, I don’t actually know how to dance,” Ian said.
“What, you don’t?” Iris laughed. “Well, then, sweet boy, I’ll have to teach you. Otherwise we won’t fit in.”
“Uhm, yeah,” Ian said, “but if I don’t go to the actual dance, then it’s not necessary.”
Iris was still laughing. “Sweet boy, I might almost think that you don’t want to learn how to dance. This is, of course, totally unacceptable.” She got off the sofa and put a CD into the stereo. “Shall we?”
“Uh, well, I guess we could - ”
“Over here,” Iris said, and Ian sighed and walked over. She put one of his hands on her waist and the other on her shoulder. “Like so,” she said, telling him where to step for each beat. Despite his reluctance, he got the hang of it rather quickly. “There, now was that so hard?” she teased him.
“Are you going to make me go to the dance now?”
“I do so want to see you in a tuxedo,” she said wistfully, “but I understand if you don’t want to, circumstances being what they are. I’ll just have to find another party to take you to later, so I can show you off.”
“Still gonna help me kill the demon?”
“Of course! That sounds like quite the enjoyable evening as well.”
And, because I totally forgot to post this with the last chapter of their fic, here's the Iris doll!
Ta da!