None of your goddamn business...
Ah, so I've been working a full month now at Finn McCools. Waitressing on weekends and hostessing some weeknights. Tonight was a very dull night at the hostess stand, so with bitty pad and pencil I wrote up an Ergo Proxy quicky that wouldn't leave my brain. HOLY SHIT INTERNET, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME KELLY GAVE YOU DRABBLE-FIC OF ANY KIND!?
Series: Ergo Proxy
Characters: Daedalus, Re-l, Iggy
Wordcount: 229
The first time Daedalus hears her swear, it catches him completely off guard. The second time, the wild incongruity of her perfect face and harsh words bewilders him, but he finds himself chuckling until her mouth draws taut into a frown.
"You really shouldn't say such things." Yet he winks, delighted even in his reproach.
"Why not?" She retorts sharply, her painted eyes narrowed in challenge. "Because it's unladylike?" Re-l Mayer lifts her chin in haughty defiance, scoffs, and later in private he'll treasure the memory of that look. "I don't care if I'm the Regent's granddaughter, I'll speak however the hell I want!"
"No," he doctor leans in with one of his enigmatic smiles. "You should be careful, before you go around damning anyone you please. Of all the people in Romdeau, the gods would be most inclined to listen to you." Then he sits back with a small shake of his head, as if he's said far too much.
"See how your Prince flatters you, Re-l, even when you're being so terribly rude!" The entourage cajoles beside her in a buoyant tone, but flustered she waves him silent.
"Shut up, Iggy."
Daedalus, on the other hand, welcomes the momentary diversion and collects himself, admiring the color in her cheeks, marveling at how well she charms snippets of secrets out of him unwittingly, even in her fresh-tongued indiscretions.
Series: Ergo Proxy
Characters: Daedalus, Re-l, Iggy
Wordcount: 229
The first time Daedalus hears her swear, it catches him completely off guard. The second time, the wild incongruity of her perfect face and harsh words bewilders him, but he finds himself chuckling until her mouth draws taut into a frown.
"You really shouldn't say such things." Yet he winks, delighted even in his reproach.
"Why not?" She retorts sharply, her painted eyes narrowed in challenge. "Because it's unladylike?" Re-l Mayer lifts her chin in haughty defiance, scoffs, and later in private he'll treasure the memory of that look. "I don't care if I'm the Regent's granddaughter, I'll speak however the hell I want!"
"No," he doctor leans in with one of his enigmatic smiles. "You should be careful, before you go around damning anyone you please. Of all the people in Romdeau, the gods would be most inclined to listen to you." Then he sits back with a small shake of his head, as if he's said far too much.
"See how your Prince flatters you, Re-l, even when you're being so terribly rude!" The entourage cajoles beside her in a buoyant tone, but flustered she waves him silent.
"Shut up, Iggy."
Daedalus, on the other hand, welcomes the momentary diversion and collects himself, admiring the color in her cheeks, marveling at how well she charms snippets of secrets out of him unwittingly, even in her fresh-tongued indiscretions.