Drabble
Title: A moment in time
Author: hikaridonya
Characters/Pairing: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Conrad. Wolfram x Yuuri
Rating: G
Summary: Their relationship is shaky. But as he watches their playful banter, and secret smiles, he knows that they’ll be ok.
Notes: Three 100 word drabbles. And sweetness.
Wolfram watches as Yuuri stumbles backwards, a frown upon his face. His deep, obsidian eyes darken even more so- almost as though his Maou side is bursting to be free- and he throws his sword to the ground. It clangs loudly, and skitters to a halt a short distance from the angered king.
"Wimp…" Wolfram says, taking a few tentative steps forward.
The angered gaze softens, and his frown dissipates into his more befitting smile. He kneels down, and grasps the hilt, lifting the weapon off the ground. "I’m not a wimp."
And even if he was, Wolfram doesn’t care.
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He can feel anger, and he doesn’t like to. He knows that he is a disappointment, a king that can’t fight for himself. Every time Wolfram pushes him back one step, he feels more frustrated.
He stumbles, and in that moment all resolve is lost. A tantrum would be an apt word to describe his attitude as he throws his sword to the ground. He is acting like a child.
"Wimp." As he hears the word he realises how silly he’s being.
He smiles, and picks the sword off the ground. "I’m not a wimp."
And Yuuri will prove it.
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Conrad chuckles as he watches his two brothers trade blows on the courtyard floor. Dust kicks up around them, and the clashing continues. He smiles as Yuuri stumbles, a particularly strong hit catching him unawares. He finds it typical as the sword is discarded in a moment of irritation. And he finds it familiar as he hears those words.
"Wimp."
"I’m not a wimp."
He leans against the column, and they start again. Like Yuuri’s first steps in his training, their relationship is shaky. But as he watches their playful banter, and secret smiles, he knows that they’ll be ok.
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Ende
Author: hikaridonya
Characters/Pairing: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Conrad. Wolfram x Yuuri
Rating: G
Summary: Their relationship is shaky. But as he watches their playful banter, and secret smiles, he knows that they’ll be ok.
Notes: Three 100 word drabbles. And sweetness.
Wolfram watches as Yuuri stumbles backwards, a frown upon his face. His deep, obsidian eyes darken even more so- almost as though his Maou side is bursting to be free- and he throws his sword to the ground. It clangs loudly, and skitters to a halt a short distance from the angered king.
"Wimp…" Wolfram says, taking a few tentative steps forward.
The angered gaze softens, and his frown dissipates into his more befitting smile. He kneels down, and grasps the hilt, lifting the weapon off the ground. "I’m not a wimp."
And even if he was, Wolfram doesn’t care.
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He can feel anger, and he doesn’t like to. He knows that he is a disappointment, a king that can’t fight for himself. Every time Wolfram pushes him back one step, he feels more frustrated.
He stumbles, and in that moment all resolve is lost. A tantrum would be an apt word to describe his attitude as he throws his sword to the ground. He is acting like a child.
"Wimp." As he hears the word he realises how silly he’s being.
He smiles, and picks the sword off the ground. "I’m not a wimp."
And Yuuri will prove it.
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Conrad chuckles as he watches his two brothers trade blows on the courtyard floor. Dust kicks up around them, and the clashing continues. He smiles as Yuuri stumbles, a particularly strong hit catching him unawares. He finds it typical as the sword is discarded in a moment of irritation. And he finds it familiar as he hears those words.
"Wimp."
"I’m not a wimp."
He leans against the column, and they start again. Like Yuuri’s first steps in his training, their relationship is shaky. But as he watches their playful banter, and secret smiles, he knows that they’ll be ok.
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Ende