Vanilla #10, malt, with pocky.
Author: Rainechan.
Rating: PG.
Challenge: Vanilla #10 - Phobia.
Extras/Toppings: Malt - Weekly Prompt Reward: All the gates of love you won't walk through, Malt - Musical Chair Challenge: "Love Is An Open Door" Frozen Soundtrack, and Pocky.
Word Count: 100 words.
Genre: Urban Fantasy.
Story: Elementals (My NaNoWriMo 2013 novel).
Summary: Mosaruun discussing Idurien's love life, or lack thereof.
Notes: The mention of Mosaruun's Father and Idurien's Uncle is from the past: Idurien's Uncle sold him to a man when he was but a child, and tortured him. Mosaruun's Father worked for that man.
“Not everybody turns out to be like my Father or your Uncle.”
Idurien met Mosaruun’s words with a serious expression.
“Stop focusing on the pain of the past. Stop spending your whole life searching for your place. Your place is here, as our fearless leader. But you need to find somebody to connect with. Who thinks like you, finishes your sentences, and stuff. It’s like you have some sort of phobia. All the gates of love you won’t walk through…”
“You don’t love, you lust.”
Mosaruun chuckled. “I’m not talking about me; I’m talking about you needing to get laid."
Raine
Rating: PG.
Challenge: Vanilla #10 - Phobia.
Extras/Toppings: Malt - Weekly Prompt Reward: All the gates of love you won't walk through, Malt - Musical Chair Challenge: "Love Is An Open Door" Frozen Soundtrack, and Pocky.
Word Count: 100 words.
Genre: Urban Fantasy.
Story: Elementals (My NaNoWriMo 2013 novel).
Summary: Mosaruun discussing Idurien's love life, or lack thereof.
Notes: The mention of Mosaruun's Father and Idurien's Uncle is from the past: Idurien's Uncle sold him to a man when he was but a child, and tortured him. Mosaruun's Father worked for that man.
“Not everybody turns out to be like my Father or your Uncle.”
Idurien met Mosaruun’s words with a serious expression.
“Stop focusing on the pain of the past. Stop spending your whole life searching for your place. Your place is here, as our fearless leader. But you need to find somebody to connect with. Who thinks like you, finishes your sentences, and stuff. It’s like you have some sort of phobia. All the gates of love you won’t walk through…”
“You don’t love, you lust.”
Mosaruun chuckled. “I’m not talking about me; I’m talking about you needing to get laid."
Raine