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Vanilla Malt Custard #18. I've got my finger on the trigger and you're in my way
and Acerola #24. Second Opinion with Pocky
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : the end
Word Count : 100
So, Marty and I were having a plotty talk last night. They usually go something like this: I have some nagging problem, he says something absurd, something (not necessarily the original problem) suddenly makes more sense.
This may or may not become canon and is totally out of context, but I felt the need to write about it.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” said Tristan.
Kairn clawed the wall, sending fresh rubble raining down on the pile at their feet.
“Stop.”
Both men whirled round to find the entrance blocked by Rune’s towering frame. With one hand he held a long, slender blade before him. The other supported his companion, who clung to him, arms curled around his waist, fighting to steady herself on trembling legs. Kairn’s throat tightened as he settled on her unnaturally pink complexion and her eyes, dark and angry, caught his own.
Rune lowered his sword menacingly. “Don’t you touch another brick.”
and Acerola #24. Second Opinion with Pocky
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : the end
Word Count : 100
So, Marty and I were having a plotty talk last night. They usually go something like this: I have some nagging problem, he says something absurd, something (not necessarily the original problem) suddenly makes more sense.
This may or may not become canon and is totally out of context, but I felt the need to write about it.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” said Tristan.
Kairn clawed the wall, sending fresh rubble raining down on the pile at their feet.
“Stop.”
Both men whirled round to find the entrance blocked by Rune’s towering frame. With one hand he held a long, slender blade before him. The other supported his companion, who clung to him, arms curled around his waist, fighting to steady herself on trembling legs. Kairn’s throat tightened as he settled on her unnaturally pink complexion and her eyes, dark and angry, caught his own.
Rune lowered his sword menacingly. “Don’t you touch another brick.”