Remember that Telephone Game that took forever...?
Cotton Candy #5. A Confession with Chopped Nuts and Malt
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1255
Word Count : 775
Malt Prompt : Your character forces a confession from their best friend that changes their relationship in both a negative and positive manner.
Chopped Nuts. Does not happen. Not because they didn't (because they so did) but because no one is suicidal enough to tell Lyssa so.
Three heads jerked up as Lyssa swept into the room, Ski tight on her heels. Three sets of hands paused in their work, needles poised over cloaks, cloth over sword. All eyes met the pair of them as Lyssa rounded on her sister.
“You know what your problem is?” She aimed a finger at Ski.
Ski drew to a halt, arms pressed tightly across her chest. She paid the trio a swift glance before glaring at Lyssa. “It would seem not,” she said. “Though, clearly, you do. Please, do enlighten me.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes. “You,” she said, with a jab to her sister’s collarbone, “need to get laid.” Ski scowled and batted her hand away.
“To do that she would have to take the stick out of her-” Farran grinned as they both whipped their heads around to stare at her. “Did I say that aloud?” Tess snorted and Ilya put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Seriously,” said Lyssa, her hand settling on Ski’s shoulder. “It could do you wonders. Get some of this tension out.” She ran her hand over her stiff arm while Ski continued to glare.
“Lyssa,” Ilya said softly, hands winding about each other as she passed her sewing needle nervously between them. “I’m not certain that Ski has ever…” She glanced at Ski, whose icy blue stare was now focused on her, and caught her lip, for a moment, between her teeth. “I mean…”
“Sure she has,” said Lyssa, and Ilya raised a brow.
Ski shrugged off her hand. “Do not pursue this,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“That morning you came crying to me to cover you,” Lyssa continued, oblivious.
“Hold on.” Farran raised a brow. “Lyssa? Covered for Ski?”
“Well, someone couldn’t be bothered to plan ahead and needed a morning after-”
“Do not pursue this,” said Ski, all the color gone from her face.
“What?” said Lyssa. “Terrel finally got up your skirts and you’d rather we didn’t all know about it? Maybe you should let him do it again, you seemed kind of happy that morning.”
Ski’s eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. “I would sooner die than let Terrel-”
Lyssa brushed her off with a wave of her hand. “Well, whoever it was, then.”
“Wait,” said Tess, a thoughtful look passing among the trio. “Lyssa, when was this?”
“Last year, day after the ball.” Eyes grew wide and jaws dropped around the room. Lyssa’s brows knit as she looked from one to the next. “What?”
“We thought…” said Ilya, eyes on Tess.
Tess shook her head. “But we never thought…”
Ilya turned to Ski, who now had her head in her hand. “And you never told…?”
“And he never told…” said Tess and they both shook heads at Ski, while Farran swallowed a laugh.
Lyssa turned on her sister with a snarl, hands planted on her hips. “What?”
Ski retreated a step. “Lyssa, you do not want to know.”
“I think I do,” said Lyssa, faint tendrils of smoke wafting from her fingers. “I seem to recall it having something to do with a friend.” Ski winced. “I take it we both know him?” Her hands twitched against her waist at the snort from across the room.
Ski forced a weak smile. “You could certainly say that.” The trio erupted into snickers and Ski cast a worried glance to the belt smoldering in Lyssa’s grasp.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I- I-” Ski stared at her feet. Lyssa clenched her jaw. “I slept with Rune.” Smoke rose with a loud hiss from Lyssa’s hands and Ski cringed. “Look, Lyssa, it happened once, never again. It was all a mistake and I would rather you let the whole matter drop-”
Lyssa pried her fingers from the molten leather to drum them on her arms. “You know,” she said, fighting to push her voice from her throat without it breaking, “this isn’t all bad.” Moisture threatened the edges of her vision. “I mean, you really can’t complain when you walk in on us. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” Ski’s face flushed scarlet. Lyssa swallowed hard. “That bit before though, about doing it again, not on your life.” She turned to the others. “What are you all cowering for?”
Ilya, as pale as Ski was red, peered up at her from beneath the arms she‘d crossed over her head. “We were, uh, waiting for the explosion,” she said, slowly lowering her guard. Quietly nodding, Tess and Farran followed suit.
Lyssa gave her mortified sister an appraising look. “Yeah,” she said, “not happening. Maybe when I find Rune.” The whole room winced.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1255
Word Count : 775
Malt Prompt : Your character forces a confession from their best friend that changes their relationship in both a negative and positive manner.
Chopped Nuts. Does not happen. Not because they didn't (because they so did) but because no one is suicidal enough to tell Lyssa so.
Three heads jerked up as Lyssa swept into the room, Ski tight on her heels. Three sets of hands paused in their work, needles poised over cloaks, cloth over sword. All eyes met the pair of them as Lyssa rounded on her sister.
“You know what your problem is?” She aimed a finger at Ski.
Ski drew to a halt, arms pressed tightly across her chest. She paid the trio a swift glance before glaring at Lyssa. “It would seem not,” she said. “Though, clearly, you do. Please, do enlighten me.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes. “You,” she said, with a jab to her sister’s collarbone, “need to get laid.” Ski scowled and batted her hand away.
“To do that she would have to take the stick out of her-” Farran grinned as they both whipped their heads around to stare at her. “Did I say that aloud?” Tess snorted and Ilya put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Seriously,” said Lyssa, her hand settling on Ski’s shoulder. “It could do you wonders. Get some of this tension out.” She ran her hand over her stiff arm while Ski continued to glare.
“Lyssa,” Ilya said softly, hands winding about each other as she passed her sewing needle nervously between them. “I’m not certain that Ski has ever…” She glanced at Ski, whose icy blue stare was now focused on her, and caught her lip, for a moment, between her teeth. “I mean…”
“Sure she has,” said Lyssa, and Ilya raised a brow.
Ski shrugged off her hand. “Do not pursue this,” she said, through gritted teeth.
“That morning you came crying to me to cover you,” Lyssa continued, oblivious.
“Hold on.” Farran raised a brow. “Lyssa? Covered for Ski?”
“Well, someone couldn’t be bothered to plan ahead and needed a morning after-”
“Do not pursue this,” said Ski, all the color gone from her face.
“What?” said Lyssa. “Terrel finally got up your skirts and you’d rather we didn’t all know about it? Maybe you should let him do it again, you seemed kind of happy that morning.”
Ski’s eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. “I would sooner die than let Terrel-”
Lyssa brushed her off with a wave of her hand. “Well, whoever it was, then.”
“Wait,” said Tess, a thoughtful look passing among the trio. “Lyssa, when was this?”
“Last year, day after the ball.” Eyes grew wide and jaws dropped around the room. Lyssa’s brows knit as she looked from one to the next. “What?”
“We thought…” said Ilya, eyes on Tess.
Tess shook her head. “But we never thought…”
Ilya turned to Ski, who now had her head in her hand. “And you never told…?”
“And he never told…” said Tess and they both shook heads at Ski, while Farran swallowed a laugh.
Lyssa turned on her sister with a snarl, hands planted on her hips. “What?”
Ski retreated a step. “Lyssa, you do not want to know.”
“I think I do,” said Lyssa, faint tendrils of smoke wafting from her fingers. “I seem to recall it having something to do with a friend.” Ski winced. “I take it we both know him?” Her hands twitched against her waist at the snort from across the room.
Ski forced a weak smile. “You could certainly say that.” The trio erupted into snickers and Ski cast a worried glance to the belt smoldering in Lyssa’s grasp.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I- I-” Ski stared at her feet. Lyssa clenched her jaw. “I slept with Rune.” Smoke rose with a loud hiss from Lyssa’s hands and Ski cringed. “Look, Lyssa, it happened once, never again. It was all a mistake and I would rather you let the whole matter drop-”
Lyssa pried her fingers from the molten leather to drum them on her arms. “You know,” she said, fighting to push her voice from her throat without it breaking, “this isn’t all bad.” Moisture threatened the edges of her vision. “I mean, you really can’t complain when you walk in on us. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” Ski’s face flushed scarlet. Lyssa swallowed hard. “That bit before though, about doing it again, not on your life.” She turned to the others. “What are you all cowering for?”
Ilya, as pale as Ski was red, peered up at her from beneath the arms she‘d crossed over her head. “We were, uh, waiting for the explosion,” she said, slowly lowering her guard. Quietly nodding, Tess and Farran followed suit.
Lyssa gave her mortified sister an appraising look. “Yeah,” she said, “not happening. Maybe when I find Rune.” The whole room winced.