Chess: Rule Books Never Say Anything About Eating Your Opponent's Face
Title: Rule Books Never Say Anything About Eating Your Opponent's Face
Fandom: Chess
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 318
Rating: PG
Characters: Freddie, Florence
Summary: In which Freddie is irritating and Florence is exasperated.... And they're vampires.
Disclaimer: Oh no. Not mine. Not even my brain is that crazy-awesome.
Author's Note: Written for Aubrey's giftfic, because she wanted the Chess Gang as vampires. Unfortunately, I could only manage Freddie and Flo.
Florence tapped her foot on the floor and tried not to meet Freddie’s gaze, because he was making That Face- the face that made him look more like a petulant child than a chess Grand Master who just so happened to be a vampire. "As your second, I absolutely forbid you to eat your opponent."
Freddie opened his mouth to protest this, but Florence cut him off with a swift wave of her hand and a glower that could have sent a small army running for the hills in fear. "Not even if they piss you off."
"What’s the point of being a vampire if I can’t eat my opponents when they piss me off?" Freddie sulked.
Florence rolled her eyes. "Just... Don’t do it. It’s tacky, and I’m sure the Arbiter will have a heart attack."
Freddie’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Can I-"
"No, you can’t eat the Arbiter either."
"You’re no fun."
"And you’re the reason vampires are given a bad name." Florence massaged her temples and wished this conversation would just end.
"We’re vampires, Flo," Freddie protested. "All we have is a bad name."
"Well... You can’t say I didn’t, at least, try to make a stand for the reduction of vampire prejudice."
"....Do you ever listen to yourself when you talk?"
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I do actually," Freddie replied, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. "The sound of my own voice absolutely thrills me." He paused, noting the exasperated look on Florence’s face. "So I can’t eat the Soviet?"
"NO! For the love of all that is holy-"
"Aren’t we unholy by definition?"
"ARGH!"
Florence was out the door a second later and Freddie stared after her for a moment, before adding, "Well, I didn’t want Soviet blood anyway. It probably tastes like piss and vodka."
His second returned briefly, but didn’t say a word, rather let the stiletto heel (which she secretly wished was a stake) that she threw at his head do all the talking for her.
Fandom: Chess
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 318
Rating: PG
Characters: Freddie, Florence
Summary: In which Freddie is irritating and Florence is exasperated.... And they're vampires.
Disclaimer: Oh no. Not mine. Not even my brain is that crazy-awesome.
Author's Note: Written for Aubrey's giftfic, because she wanted the Chess Gang as vampires. Unfortunately, I could only manage Freddie and Flo.
Florence tapped her foot on the floor and tried not to meet Freddie’s gaze, because he was making That Face- the face that made him look more like a petulant child than a chess Grand Master who just so happened to be a vampire. "As your second, I absolutely forbid you to eat your opponent."
Freddie opened his mouth to protest this, but Florence cut him off with a swift wave of her hand and a glower that could have sent a small army running for the hills in fear. "Not even if they piss you off."
"What’s the point of being a vampire if I can’t eat my opponents when they piss me off?" Freddie sulked.
Florence rolled her eyes. "Just... Don’t do it. It’s tacky, and I’m sure the Arbiter will have a heart attack."
Freddie’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Can I-"
"No, you can’t eat the Arbiter either."
"You’re no fun."
"And you’re the reason vampires are given a bad name." Florence massaged her temples and wished this conversation would just end.
"We’re vampires, Flo," Freddie protested. "All we have is a bad name."
"Well... You can’t say I didn’t, at least, try to make a stand for the reduction of vampire prejudice."
"....Do you ever listen to yourself when you talk?"
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I do actually," Freddie replied, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. "The sound of my own voice absolutely thrills me." He paused, noting the exasperated look on Florence’s face. "So I can’t eat the Soviet?"
"NO! For the love of all that is holy-"
"Aren’t we unholy by definition?"
"ARGH!"
Florence was out the door a second later and Freddie stared after her for a moment, before adding, "Well, I didn’t want Soviet blood anyway. It probably tastes like piss and vodka."
His second returned briefly, but didn’t say a word, rather let the stiletto heel (which she secretly wished was a stake) that she threw at his head do all the talking for her.