LJS100 challenge: #017-Halloween1
Title: The Lamentations Of Their Women
Fandom: LJS: NW
Spoilers: NW: SV
ljs100 challenge: #017-Halloween1
Disclaimers: Characters and world belong to LJS. Title is from a quotation in Conan the Barbarian. Not to be taken at all seriously.
"This is getting to be a habit, Rasmussen." Poppy hadn't come downstairs yet, so Phil didn't bother trying to keep the disdain from his voice. James had been a constant in their Halloween plans for years, and it was getting irksome.
"Complain to your sister, Phillip." Dressed as the Dread Pirate Roberts, James leaned against the wall and tapped his foot impatiently, his gaze fixed on the stairs. "I thought Poppy said you were going as a Viking. . . ."
Phil, dressed as a football player, glared at his twin's friend. "Conan," he corrected, "but it's supposed to rain, and I'm not going out in a storm in a loincloth."
"You should try it," James deadpanned. "It's probably very invigorating. Especially if you'd hold up your sword during a lightning strike."
Before Phil could retort, both boys were distracted by heavy footsteps. "Phil!" Poppy shrieked indignantly, stomping down the rest of the stairs. "You promised!"
James was trying not to stare, but it was difficult. He didn't see his best friend in a chain-mail bikini every day, and the pale body leotard she wore underneath didn't mitigate the effect. "Red Sonja?" he guessed, voice muffled by the hand he held to his mouth to stifle a laugh. He figured it wasn't wise to annoy someone wielding a sword that was almost as tall as she was.
Poppy let out a wordless scream and stormed back up the stairs. Phil leaned around the banister and watched as she locked herself in her bedroom. "Are you going up or am I?"
"Have at it, Conan." The laughter bubbled over James' lips now. "Don't forget your sword. You'll probably need it."
Fandom: LJS: NW
Spoilers: NW: SV
ljs100 challenge: #017-Halloween1
Disclaimers: Characters and world belong to LJS. Title is from a quotation in Conan the Barbarian. Not to be taken at all seriously.
"This is getting to be a habit, Rasmussen." Poppy hadn't come downstairs yet, so Phil didn't bother trying to keep the disdain from his voice. James had been a constant in their Halloween plans for years, and it was getting irksome.
"Complain to your sister, Phillip." Dressed as the Dread Pirate Roberts, James leaned against the wall and tapped his foot impatiently, his gaze fixed on the stairs. "I thought Poppy said you were going as a Viking. . . ."
Phil, dressed as a football player, glared at his twin's friend. "Conan," he corrected, "but it's supposed to rain, and I'm not going out in a storm in a loincloth."
"You should try it," James deadpanned. "It's probably very invigorating. Especially if you'd hold up your sword during a lightning strike."
Before Phil could retort, both boys were distracted by heavy footsteps. "Phil!" Poppy shrieked indignantly, stomping down the rest of the stairs. "You promised!"
James was trying not to stare, but it was difficult. He didn't see his best friend in a chain-mail bikini every day, and the pale body leotard she wore underneath didn't mitigate the effect. "Red Sonja?" he guessed, voice muffled by the hand he held to his mouth to stifle a laugh. He figured it wasn't wise to annoy someone wielding a sword that was almost as tall as she was.
Poppy let out a wordless scream and stormed back up the stairs. Phil leaned around the banister and watched as she locked herself in her bedroom. "Are you going up or am I?"
"Have at it, Conan." The laughter bubbled over James' lips now. "Don't forget your sword. You'll probably need it."