FEE-VAH
Title: Fee-vah
Pairing: Marco/Ax
Length: Under 500 words
Warnings: Innuendo, and gratuitous SNL references.
"Hey Aaaaxx," Marco's grin stretches as wide as his exaggerated syllables. At times like these, I can appreciate the versatility of human mouth-sounds, despite the clunky imprecision of language. Even without mind-to-mind connection, they can express so much through tone and expression.
Or maybe it's just Marco's mouth that turns up so much like the strange, toothy-smiling cat in the video composition we watched in my scoop a few days prior. I must say, of all the human works I have experienced, this story has stayed with me - a lone human finding herself in a dreamworld, surrounded by alien things, as much a stranger in a strange land as I am.
And in front of me, Marco grins as wide as the Cheshire cat, as incomprehensible as the Jabberwock. He's definitely plotting something, but for the moment he has the advantage of me.
I turn all my eyes on him, searching for some clue to his game.
"WAZZAAAAPPP?!"
He suddenly springs in front of me, crouching like an animal on the offensive, hands outstretched at his sides and hands waving - but his eyes gleam with mischief, not hostility, and his tongue is extended in a familiar, joking and mildly vulgar human expression. But there's something markedly different about it now, and it takes me by surprise.
I exclaim, recoiling a bit in unexpected concern.
The tongue that lolls out of his mouth at me is a most jarring shade of blue, nearly as saturated and vibrant as my own skin and fur. Certainly not the mild pink of a healthy human.
"Oh, yes, Ax," Marco bobs his head and retracts the blue oral appendage, amusement replaced with a wide-eyed look of anguish. "Yes, this is a very serious human disease - 'Etting-laid-gay, Ot-enough-nay.' More commonly known as Blue Tongue."
I place one hand on his forehead as I'd seen Cassie do when I and my friends were afflicted with the Yamphut. Sick humans tended to accumulate heat in this area - but Marco did not seem to be above normal temperature.
"Oh, I got a FEE-VAH," Marco says in a strange, staccato voice, and leers up at me. "And the only PRAH-SCRIP-SHUN... is more REE-LAY-SHUNS."
"Of a sexual nay-chah. It's not just the tongue that turns blue."
I remove my hand, and cross my arms in the human gesture meant to denote mild annoyance. I state flatly.
"That we'd both totally enjoy-"
"I have popsicles."
This makes me stop, puzzled.
"Just morph human... and I'll show you exactly how to turn your tongue blue. Among other things."
<...You tried to take advantage of my inexperience with human conditions...>
"They're blueberry."
"Have you ever tried blueberry? Oh my GOD, there is no taste like it. And I got raspberry, orange, grape, all these awesome new tastes, and you can turn your tongue any color you want..."
<...One moment. I must find my human clothes.>
Marco moves closer, Cheshire-cat smile coming back, and now his lips have a blue tinge to them normally reserved for when humans are extremely cold. But now he does indeed seem to be running a... fee-vah.
"Nah. You won't need 'em."
Pairing: Marco/Ax
Length: Under 500 words
Warnings: Innuendo, and gratuitous SNL references.
"Hey Aaaaxx," Marco's grin stretches as wide as his exaggerated syllables. At times like these, I can appreciate the versatility of human mouth-sounds, despite the clunky imprecision of language. Even without mind-to-mind connection, they can express so much through tone and expression.
Or maybe it's just Marco's mouth that turns up so much like the strange, toothy-smiling cat in the video composition we watched in my scoop a few days prior. I must say, of all the human works I have experienced, this story has stayed with me - a lone human finding herself in a dreamworld, surrounded by alien things, as much a stranger in a strange land as I am.
And in front of me, Marco grins as wide as the Cheshire cat, as incomprehensible as the Jabberwock. He's definitely plotting something, but for the moment he has the advantage of me.
I turn all my eyes on him, searching for some clue to his game.
"WAZZAAAAPPP?!"
He suddenly springs in front of me, crouching like an animal on the offensive, hands outstretched at his sides and hands waving - but his eyes gleam with mischief, not hostility, and his tongue is extended in a familiar, joking and mildly vulgar human expression. But there's something markedly different about it now, and it takes me by surprise.
I exclaim, recoiling a bit in unexpected concern.
The tongue that lolls out of his mouth at me is a most jarring shade of blue, nearly as saturated and vibrant as my own skin and fur. Certainly not the mild pink of a healthy human.
"Oh, yes, Ax," Marco bobs his head and retracts the blue oral appendage, amusement replaced with a wide-eyed look of anguish. "Yes, this is a very serious human disease - 'Etting-laid-gay, Ot-enough-nay.' More commonly known as Blue Tongue."
I place one hand on his forehead as I'd seen Cassie do when I and my friends were afflicted with the Yamphut. Sick humans tended to accumulate heat in this area - but Marco did not seem to be above normal temperature.
"Oh, I got a FEE-VAH," Marco says in a strange, staccato voice, and leers up at me. "And the only PRAH-SCRIP-SHUN... is more REE-LAY-SHUNS."
"Of a sexual nay-chah. It's not just the tongue that turns blue."
I remove my hand, and cross my arms in the human gesture meant to denote mild annoyance. I state flatly.
"That we'd both totally enjoy-"
"I have popsicles."
This makes me stop, puzzled.
"Just morph human... and I'll show you exactly how to turn your tongue blue. Among other things."
<...You tried to take advantage of my inexperience with human conditions...>
"They're blueberry."
"Have you ever tried blueberry? Oh my GOD, there is no taste like it. And I got raspberry, orange, grape, all these awesome new tastes, and you can turn your tongue any color you want..."
<...One moment. I must find my human clothes.>
Marco moves closer, Cheshire-cat smile coming back, and now his lips have a blue tinge to them normally reserved for when humans are extremely cold. But now he does indeed seem to be running a... fee-vah.
"Nah. You won't need 'em."