31 Days of Mythological Creatures 1/2sazzy_kittenJanuary 6 2012, 18:50:45 UTC
Day the Sixth: Centaur * The first time he met Noah was after his first major fight with Blaine. He stormed out of Dalton and into the forest surrounding it, ignoring Blaine's calls and pleas to wait, to take a horse and ride home. But if nothing else, he was determined to walk home and give himself time to think even if it was a three day walk back to Lima and these boots were new. That was the plan, at any rate, and really he should know better by now. His plans never work out the way he wants them to, why should this one be any different.
Needless to say, he got thoroughly, pitifully lost within the first half a day. Instead of digging himself a bigger grave Kurt found a clearing and perched himself on a fallen tree, grimacing as the rough bark scraped against his pants. He crossed his arms and sighed, eyes darting about the trees.
It wasn't that he was scared as he waited in the darkening woods; no, no, he could take care of himself in a physical confrontation should the need arise. He was still annoyed with Blaine, and himself for secretly agreeing with him. He sat there, rolling the words, so condescending behind that deceptively gentle tone, and grew more and more restless.
“Oh come on Kurt,” he said to himself severely. “Are you really going to let what a boy thinks of you effect you so badly?”
“Well that really depends, doesn't it?” A voice whispered into his ear, hot breath warming his cheek. “Who's the boy and how insecure are you?”
“Excuse me?!” Kurt demanded, heart jumping as he threw himself off the bench and whirled around, sai swords in hand. The muscular torso leaning through the bushes gave him pause. “Just who do you think you are?”
“No one special, just a random passerby with nothing better to do.” Dark shoulders shrugged and he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Well, actually, that's not true. I'm pretty fuckin' special. But you can call me Puck.”
“You're not a fairy, are you?” Kurt asked with a sarcastic laugh, lowering his blades and leaning against a tree opposite of the bigger man. One eyebrow rose in response.
“Nooo,” was the drawn out answer. “But the way you look, you could be mistaken for one. At first glance, anyway.”
Kurt stared back, positive that there was an underlying insult to the almost compliment. “Uh-huh, well, if you'd excuse me, I'd like to get back to making a plan to get home.”
“What got you lost?” Puck asked, watching Kurt walk back to his log and stare at it distastefully for a few seconds before sighing forlornly and carefully sitting down again. Kurt tried to glance back over his shoulder, thought better of straining his eyes and turned around to face him.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, most people know not to come into the forest unless they want to get whisked away by one of the creatures dickin' around in here with nothing to do. You either didn't know, or were too pissed off to think properly,” Puck said, leaning closer to tweak Kurt's ear playfully. “And you, well, you're prime real estate for anyone looking for a little somethin-somethin, y'know?”
*
The first time he met Noah was after his first major fight with Blaine. He stormed out of Dalton and into the forest surrounding it, ignoring Blaine's calls and pleas to wait, to take a horse and ride home. But if nothing else, he was determined to walk home and give himself time to think even if it was a three day walk back to Lima and these boots were new. That was the plan, at any rate, and really he should know better by now. His plans never work out the way he wants them to, why should this one be any different.
Needless to say, he got thoroughly, pitifully lost within the first half a day. Instead of digging himself a bigger grave Kurt found a clearing and perched himself on a fallen tree, grimacing as the rough bark scraped against his pants. He crossed his arms and sighed, eyes darting about the trees.
It wasn't that he was scared as he waited in the darkening woods; no, no, he could take care of himself in a physical confrontation should the need arise. He was still annoyed with Blaine, and himself for secretly agreeing with him. He sat there, rolling the words, so condescending behind that deceptively gentle tone, and grew more and more restless.
“Oh come on Kurt,” he said to himself severely. “Are you really going to let what a boy thinks of you effect you so badly?”
“Well that really depends, doesn't it?” A voice whispered into his ear, hot breath warming his cheek. “Who's the boy and how insecure are you?”
“Excuse me?!” Kurt demanded, heart jumping as he threw himself off the bench and whirled around, sai swords in hand. The muscular torso leaning through the bushes gave him pause. “Just who do you think you are?”
“No one special, just a random passerby with nothing better to do.” Dark shoulders shrugged and he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Well, actually, that's not true. I'm pretty fuckin' special. But you can call me Puck.”
“You're not a fairy, are you?” Kurt asked with a sarcastic laugh, lowering his blades and leaning against a tree opposite of the bigger man. One eyebrow rose in response.
“Nooo,” was the drawn out answer. “But the way you look, you could be mistaken for one. At first glance, anyway.”
Kurt stared back, positive that there was an underlying insult to the almost compliment. “Uh-huh, well, if you'd excuse me, I'd like to get back to making a plan to get home.”
“What got you lost?” Puck asked, watching Kurt walk back to his log and stare at it distastefully for a few seconds before sighing forlornly and carefully sitting down again. Kurt tried to glance back over his shoulder, thought better of straining his eyes and turned around to face him.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, most people know not to come into the forest unless they want to get whisked away by one of the creatures dickin' around in here with nothing to do. You either didn't know, or were too pissed off to think properly,” Puck said, leaning closer to tweak Kurt's ear playfully. “And you, well, you're prime real estate for anyone looking for a little somethin-somethin, y'know?”
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