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Author: Aublivienne
Story: Cataclysmos
Title: When I Ruled the World
Challenge: Vinegar #10 (refrigerate after opening), Grapefruit #13 (down the drain)
Topping: Butterscotch
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 344
Summary: In an unspecific long-ago time, two gods disagree on everything.
Notes: I have big plans for these two, but instead of jumping right into things, I figured some set up was probably in order.
With a scream, Stratos practically flew out of the bathroom, clutching a towel with shaking hands. “Th-there’s a dead girl in the bathtub!” he whispered.
The god of rage groaned and opened an eye. “Where else was I supposed to put it?” he asked, sitting up. His skin felt stiff and sticky, but he quickly realized that it was because he hadn’t cleaned the blood off of his front. That’s what I get for keeping things in the tub, he thought.
“Astaroth, would you stop killing everything we come in contact with?” Stratos threw the towel at his partner. “We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile, remember?”
Astaroth sighed and got out of bed. “Fine, I’ll take care of it.” He walked into the bathroom, slung the girl over his shoulder, and headed for the open window.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Stratos asked, positioning himself between Astaroth and the window.
“Getting rid of it,” the blue-eyed god said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Not like this! You’re just attracting a-“ Stratos stopped when he heard a commotion outside. “See? I told you!”
Astaroth dropped the girl and shoved Stratos aside. “No, this is something different,” he said, leaning against the windowsill. “I like this.”
Down on the street, a dark-haired boy stumbled drunkenly out of a building, green eyes flashing in anger. A couple of larger men followed him out, and one of them hit him in the face. The boy fell backwards, but jumped back up a second later, swinging a large knife.
“I want to play with it,” Astaroth said with a smirk. “How much do you think it can take before it starts screaming?”
“No!” Stratos hissed, glaring at his partner.
“Oh, come on. You’ve got your stupid little paintings, so why can’t I have my own hobbies?”
“Those ‘stupid little paintings’ are what keep the sky in place. And your hobbies are destructive.”
Astaroth gave Stratos a maddening grin. “Not destructive, just fun. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go freshen up for my date.”
Story: Cataclysmos
Title: When I Ruled the World
Challenge: Vinegar #10 (refrigerate after opening), Grapefruit #13 (down the drain)
Topping: Butterscotch
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 344
Summary: In an unspecific long-ago time, two gods disagree on everything.
Notes: I have big plans for these two, but instead of jumping right into things, I figured some set up was probably in order.
With a scream, Stratos practically flew out of the bathroom, clutching a towel with shaking hands. “Th-there’s a dead girl in the bathtub!” he whispered.
The god of rage groaned and opened an eye. “Where else was I supposed to put it?” he asked, sitting up. His skin felt stiff and sticky, but he quickly realized that it was because he hadn’t cleaned the blood off of his front. That’s what I get for keeping things in the tub, he thought.
“Astaroth, would you stop killing everything we come in contact with?” Stratos threw the towel at his partner. “We’re supposed to be keeping a low profile, remember?”
Astaroth sighed and got out of bed. “Fine, I’ll take care of it.” He walked into the bathroom, slung the girl over his shoulder, and headed for the open window.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Stratos asked, positioning himself between Astaroth and the window.
“Getting rid of it,” the blue-eyed god said. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Not like this! You’re just attracting a-“ Stratos stopped when he heard a commotion outside. “See? I told you!”
Astaroth dropped the girl and shoved Stratos aside. “No, this is something different,” he said, leaning against the windowsill. “I like this.”
Down on the street, a dark-haired boy stumbled drunkenly out of a building, green eyes flashing in anger. A couple of larger men followed him out, and one of them hit him in the face. The boy fell backwards, but jumped back up a second later, swinging a large knife.
“I want to play with it,” Astaroth said with a smirk. “How much do you think it can take before it starts screaming?”
“No!” Stratos hissed, glaring at his partner.
“Oh, come on. You’ve got your stupid little paintings, so why can’t I have my own hobbies?”
“Those ‘stupid little paintings’ are what keep the sky in place. And your hobbies are destructive.”
Astaroth gave Stratos a maddening grin. “Not destructive, just fun. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go freshen up for my date.”