FOTD #2, Blueberry Yoghurt #19, Cinnamon Swirl #7
Author: Fynn
Challenge: Flavour of the Day - impugn, Blueberry Yoghurt #19 - unfamiliar customs, Cinnamon Swirl #7 - at arm's length
Story: Saranados
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 358
Summary: Fest is clueless. The others try to help.
Notes: impugn: to attack by words or arguments; to call in question; to make insinuations against; to oppose or challenge as false; to gainsay
“Fest, have you any idea what you’re getting into?”
The younger vampire looked up, brows creasing into a somewhat indignant frown. “What are you implying?” he asked.
Archer rolled his eye. “This girl...”
Fest was immediately on the defensive, frown deepening. “There is nothing between myself and-“ He paused, then continued, rather weakly ‘-and the young lady in question.”
“Really?” The older man raised an eyebrow. “It would seem she doesn’t share your opinion.”
“That is...That..” He faltered, then rallied again. “Do you presume to impugn her honour, sir?”
Archer sighed deeply, resisting the urge to give up right then and there. “No. I was merely suggesting that if you do let her behave like that around you, you should be aware of the possible consequences.”
“Her behaviour- There was nothing in her behaviour that could possibly be construed as anything other than harmless friendship - we don’t know their customs- it..er...“
Sabbat snorted. “What she did ain’t ‘harmless friendship’ ‘nywhere, mate.” He knocked a couple of twigs back into the fire with his boot. “’less y’call bein’ a fuckin’ whor-“
“Thank you,” Archer said hastily, cutting his friend off mid-sentence before turning back to the younger vampire. “Fest, I’d advise you to stay well away from her. The last thing we need is for her father to decide that you’re threatening his daughter’s honour.”
Fest’s eyes widened. “Why would he- I would never- I-“ His tone was wavering somewhere between plaintive and indignant, and somehow succeeding in combining the most irritating qualities of both.
The heap of blankets on the far side of the campfire stirred and rolled over, a tousled head emerging from one end. Mortimer opened his eyes and scowled across at his friend. “John?”
“I- I wouldn’t- yes?”
“Do us all a favour and be quiet, would you? I’m trying to sleep.” The head retreated back into the blankets, which rolled back away from the group.
Fest blinked and, surprisingly, managed to keep his mouth shut.
The other three breathed sighs of relief, and began to relax again.
Then: “But why would he think-“
Archer groaned. This was going to be a very long night.
Challenge: Flavour of the Day - impugn, Blueberry Yoghurt #19 - unfamiliar customs, Cinnamon Swirl #7 - at arm's length
Story: Saranados
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 358
Summary: Fest is clueless. The others try to help.
Notes: impugn: to attack by words or arguments; to call in question; to make insinuations against; to oppose or challenge as false; to gainsay
“Fest, have you any idea what you’re getting into?”
The younger vampire looked up, brows creasing into a somewhat indignant frown. “What are you implying?” he asked.
Archer rolled his eye. “This girl...”
Fest was immediately on the defensive, frown deepening. “There is nothing between myself and-“ He paused, then continued, rather weakly ‘-and the young lady in question.”
“Really?” The older man raised an eyebrow. “It would seem she doesn’t share your opinion.”
“That is...That..” He faltered, then rallied again. “Do you presume to impugn her honour, sir?”
Archer sighed deeply, resisting the urge to give up right then and there. “No. I was merely suggesting that if you do let her behave like that around you, you should be aware of the possible consequences.”
“Her behaviour- There was nothing in her behaviour that could possibly be construed as anything other than harmless friendship - we don’t know their customs- it..er...“
Sabbat snorted. “What she did ain’t ‘harmless friendship’ ‘nywhere, mate.” He knocked a couple of twigs back into the fire with his boot. “’less y’call bein’ a fuckin’ whor-“
“Thank you,” Archer said hastily, cutting his friend off mid-sentence before turning back to the younger vampire. “Fest, I’d advise you to stay well away from her. The last thing we need is for her father to decide that you’re threatening his daughter’s honour.”
Fest’s eyes widened. “Why would he- I would never- I-“ His tone was wavering somewhere between plaintive and indignant, and somehow succeeding in combining the most irritating qualities of both.
The heap of blankets on the far side of the campfire stirred and rolled over, a tousled head emerging from one end. Mortimer opened his eyes and scowled across at his friend. “John?”
“I- I wouldn’t- yes?”
“Do us all a favour and be quiet, would you? I’m trying to sleep.” The head retreated back into the blankets, which rolled back away from the group.
Fest blinked and, surprisingly, managed to keep his mouth shut.
The other three breathed sighs of relief, and began to relax again.
Then: “But why would he think-“
Archer groaned. This was going to be a very long night.