It's fall! Yay! :D
I love fall. :D So even though I'm still oh-so-busy, I have fic for you wonderful people, which regrettably has nothing to do with fall, but oh well!
Title: Halfway Point
Fandom: Count Cain.
Characters: Cain, Riff, Merry.
Prompt: 002 - Middles.
Word Count: 345.
Rating: G
Summary: "Beginning are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts. You have to remember this when you find yourself at the beginning." -Sandra Bullock
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Count Cain and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Yuki Kaori-sensei. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Cain is in the middle of a case. Riff knows this, even without his master telling him, because when Cain is in the middle of a case he eats, sleeps, and breathes the case, and does very little of the usual eating and sleeping (breathing, of course, is less easy for him to abstain from.
"It's only a hunch, but I'm almost certain it was Lord Irving," his master explains as his breakfast gets cold. He has not described the case to Riff, so the valet merely nods noncommittally and surreptitiously pushes his master's plate closer to him. Cain picks up a fork obediently, stabbing a piece of ham and then waving the fork around as he continues. "All I need is a bit of proof that's less circumstantial and I'll have him." He makes a particularly forceful jab in the air, then, and Riff watches in a sort of resigned despair as the ham flies off the fork and onto the tablecloth. Cain doesn't notice; he swallows the last of his tea hastily and leaps up from the table without having eaten a quarter of his food.
"But, sir-" Riff attempts, knowing even as he does so that it is a futile gesture.
"I've no time for breakfast, Riff, I need to speak with Mabel Aldridge - Lord Irving's sister, you know," Cain proclaims, jamming his hat onto his head. "I'll tell you all about it this evening!" he calls as he rushes out the door.
Riff surveys the mess of the table and sighs. A moment later, the door opens and Merriweather pokes her head in. "Good morning, Brother! Good morning, Riff!" she says cheerfully, then looks around in confusion. "Riff, where is Brother?"
"Off on another case, Miss Merry," Riff replies.
Merry looks put out for a moment before brightening again. "Then I suppose it's just me and you again this morning," she says, smiling.
Riff smiles back. "As it usually is," he responds, and Merry laughs, plopping down on her brother's abandoned chair and helping herself to his equally abandoned eggs.
END
My Little Damn Table.
Title: Halfway Point
Fandom: Count Cain.
Characters: Cain, Riff, Merry.
Prompt: 002 - Middles.
Word Count: 345.
Rating: G
Summary: "Beginning are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts. You have to remember this when you find yourself at the beginning." -Sandra Bullock
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Count Cain and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Yuki Kaori-sensei. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Cain is in the middle of a case. Riff knows this, even without his master telling him, because when Cain is in the middle of a case he eats, sleeps, and breathes the case, and does very little of the usual eating and sleeping (breathing, of course, is less easy for him to abstain from.
"It's only a hunch, but I'm almost certain it was Lord Irving," his master explains as his breakfast gets cold. He has not described the case to Riff, so the valet merely nods noncommittally and surreptitiously pushes his master's plate closer to him. Cain picks up a fork obediently, stabbing a piece of ham and then waving the fork around as he continues. "All I need is a bit of proof that's less circumstantial and I'll have him." He makes a particularly forceful jab in the air, then, and Riff watches in a sort of resigned despair as the ham flies off the fork and onto the tablecloth. Cain doesn't notice; he swallows the last of his tea hastily and leaps up from the table without having eaten a quarter of his food.
"But, sir-" Riff attempts, knowing even as he does so that it is a futile gesture.
"I've no time for breakfast, Riff, I need to speak with Mabel Aldridge - Lord Irving's sister, you know," Cain proclaims, jamming his hat onto his head. "I'll tell you all about it this evening!" he calls as he rushes out the door.
Riff surveys the mess of the table and sighs. A moment later, the door opens and Merriweather pokes her head in. "Good morning, Brother! Good morning, Riff!" she says cheerfully, then looks around in confusion. "Riff, where is Brother?"
"Off on another case, Miss Merry," Riff replies.
Merry looks put out for a moment before brightening again. "Then I suppose it's just me and you again this morning," she says, smiling.
Riff smiles back. "As it usually is," he responds, and Merry laughs, plopping down on her brother's abandoned chair and helping herself to his equally abandoned eggs.
END
My Little Damn Table.