Alphabet Meme: S if for Sunburn
AN: Awww, yeah! An Alphabet Meme! This time, S is for Sunburn. Read on!
Sunburn
Charmcaster sighed as she churned a mortar and pestle with an assortment of herbs and aloe. The scent that wafted up from the bowl smelled of basil and peppermint. Magenta eyes narrowed knowingly as a playfully cruel smile crept across her face.
“This is your own fault, you know. You have no one to blame but yourself. This seems to be a recurring thing for you. Have you thought about being, maybe...a little more careful?”
There was only an unintelligible grumble from the other room. Charmcaster couldn’t help but maintain an impish grin. Darkstar had come up to his family’s old beach house alone. He said something about “needing to think” and “be alone”...as if he didn’t have plenty of time to do that and if he didn’t spend enough time alone already. Apparently, he didn’t want to be terribly alone because he had asked Charmcaster to join him. She had only complied out of a morbid sense of curiosity...and she was glad she did. He had requested she make a potion composed of various aloes and herbs. Simple, but..it needed to be applied...manually. She was wondering what exactly her sometimes companion had in mind.
“You are lucky you have me, you know? To come over here and whip this little potion up for you,”
The mana witch unscrewed a bottle and dumped a small amount of blue powder into her hand before blowing it into her bowl. There was a flash of light, followed by a hiss as a spiral of spearmint scented smoke floated up from her concoction. Satisfied, Charmcaster nodded, picked up the mixture and walked briskly into the next room.
Darkstar was laying in a precarious position on his bed. Well, at least that’s what it looked like he was doing from what little the mana witch could make out. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, save for a tiny gap where they met. A small sliver of light made its way across the floor and over Darkstar’s feet. Charmcaster shrugged. He had his eccentricities and they amused her, so she decided to say nothing about the lack of light and instead, in her usual, insensitive manner, she flipped the light switch on. Her eyes bulged at the sight before her.
Darkstar was laying on his back on a bed wearing nothing but a goldenrod pair of board shorts. Darkstar’s usually taut, grey skin had somehow turned a rather absurd shade of purple. It blended into a bright pink in several places and the end result in her mind was hysterical.
Charmcaster gasped and laughed in the same breath. The end result of the sound dissolved into a seemingly endless peal of laughter. She clutched her side with her free hand and gasped again, this time for air, before erupting into another series of gaffaws.
“What on this God forsaken rock and half the Moons of Andora happened to you?” Charmcaster asked, wiping a tear from her magenta eye.
“I...fell asleep in the sun,” Darkstar admitted, not looking directly at her and talking into a pillow.
“You fell asleep in the sun?” she laughed, a hand over her darkly painted lips.
It was a pretty laugh, albeit a maddening one, or so he thought. She was lucky it was and that he liked it, or the witch would have found herself blasted against the wall by an energy draining ebon beam.
“It happens. I suppose you never got sunburned on Zoraster?” Darkstar asked, shifting his weight carefully and wincing as he did so.
Charmcaster shook her head.
“Nope. You need a yellow sun for that. Ours is green,” she rubbed a pinch of the potion between two fingers and a snap of blue light flickered between her fingertips.
“How special,” Darkstar added dryly, sounding unimpressed and looking away.
“Well, you just lie back and let me make it all better,” she chided, teasingly.
Charmcaster sat on the bed beside him. She gathered a glob of her mixture in her hands and rubbed them together. Tiny blue sparks shot out from her hands.
“Now, lie still. Not that I’d have to remind you the way you’re all....well done and everything,” she snickered as she motioned with a blue goo covered hand.
Darkstar gritted his teeth and grabbed the bedsheets in tightly clenched fists.
Charmcaster rolled her eyes as she started to rub in the ointment, only to have Darkstar hiss and seize her wrists.
“Careful!” he growled, and the witch noticed his dull blue eyes were glassy. The look was blinked away in a moment.
Charmcaster smiled knowingly.
“Oh, Mikey, you sly dog, you. I have to admit, this is one of your more drawn out and thoroughly executed plans. I mean...burning yourself just to get me to come play nursemaid? That’s a special kind of dedication, there. Should I be flattered or afraid?”
Darkstar immediately let go of her hands.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I called you because none of Earth’s medicine is equipped for...unique needs,” he ended ambiguously.
Charmcaster chewed her lower lip before getting more goo from her bowl and rubbed it absently in her hands, tiny blue sparks flying out as she did.
“Ah, ha. So your unique needs require you to get me alone in a romantic beach house so I could rub you down with sparking, cooking gunk? Sounds kind of...exciting, if you know what I mean,” Charmcaster added as she began to slowly, lightly massage the potion into his skin.
“I..” he started before a painted nail rested on his thin lips, silencing him.
“You didn’t have to go through all that, you know? You could have just asked.”
Sunburn
Charmcaster sighed as she churned a mortar and pestle with an assortment of herbs and aloe. The scent that wafted up from the bowl smelled of basil and peppermint. Magenta eyes narrowed knowingly as a playfully cruel smile crept across her face.
“This is your own fault, you know. You have no one to blame but yourself. This seems to be a recurring thing for you. Have you thought about being, maybe...a little more careful?”
There was only an unintelligible grumble from the other room. Charmcaster couldn’t help but maintain an impish grin. Darkstar had come up to his family’s old beach house alone. He said something about “needing to think” and “be alone”...as if he didn’t have plenty of time to do that and if he didn’t spend enough time alone already. Apparently, he didn’t want to be terribly alone because he had asked Charmcaster to join him. She had only complied out of a morbid sense of curiosity...and she was glad she did. He had requested she make a potion composed of various aloes and herbs. Simple, but..it needed to be applied...manually. She was wondering what exactly her sometimes companion had in mind.
“You are lucky you have me, you know? To come over here and whip this little potion up for you,”
The mana witch unscrewed a bottle and dumped a small amount of blue powder into her hand before blowing it into her bowl. There was a flash of light, followed by a hiss as a spiral of spearmint scented smoke floated up from her concoction. Satisfied, Charmcaster nodded, picked up the mixture and walked briskly into the next room.
Darkstar was laying in a precarious position on his bed. Well, at least that’s what it looked like he was doing from what little the mana witch could make out. The lights were off and the curtains were drawn, save for a tiny gap where they met. A small sliver of light made its way across the floor and over Darkstar’s feet. Charmcaster shrugged. He had his eccentricities and they amused her, so she decided to say nothing about the lack of light and instead, in her usual, insensitive manner, she flipped the light switch on. Her eyes bulged at the sight before her.
Darkstar was laying on his back on a bed wearing nothing but a goldenrod pair of board shorts. Darkstar’s usually taut, grey skin had somehow turned a rather absurd shade of purple. It blended into a bright pink in several places and the end result in her mind was hysterical.
Charmcaster gasped and laughed in the same breath. The end result of the sound dissolved into a seemingly endless peal of laughter. She clutched her side with her free hand and gasped again, this time for air, before erupting into another series of gaffaws.
“What on this God forsaken rock and half the Moons of Andora happened to you?” Charmcaster asked, wiping a tear from her magenta eye.
“I...fell asleep in the sun,” Darkstar admitted, not looking directly at her and talking into a pillow.
“You fell asleep in the sun?” she laughed, a hand over her darkly painted lips.
It was a pretty laugh, albeit a maddening one, or so he thought. She was lucky it was and that he liked it, or the witch would have found herself blasted against the wall by an energy draining ebon beam.
“It happens. I suppose you never got sunburned on Zoraster?” Darkstar asked, shifting his weight carefully and wincing as he did so.
Charmcaster shook her head.
“Nope. You need a yellow sun for that. Ours is green,” she rubbed a pinch of the potion between two fingers and a snap of blue light flickered between her fingertips.
“How special,” Darkstar added dryly, sounding unimpressed and looking away.
“Well, you just lie back and let me make it all better,” she chided, teasingly.
Charmcaster sat on the bed beside him. She gathered a glob of her mixture in her hands and rubbed them together. Tiny blue sparks shot out from her hands.
“Now, lie still. Not that I’d have to remind you the way you’re all....well done and everything,” she snickered as she motioned with a blue goo covered hand.
Darkstar gritted his teeth and grabbed the bedsheets in tightly clenched fists.
Charmcaster rolled her eyes as she started to rub in the ointment, only to have Darkstar hiss and seize her wrists.
“Careful!” he growled, and the witch noticed his dull blue eyes were glassy. The look was blinked away in a moment.
Charmcaster smiled knowingly.
“Oh, Mikey, you sly dog, you. I have to admit, this is one of your more drawn out and thoroughly executed plans. I mean...burning yourself just to get me to come play nursemaid? That’s a special kind of dedication, there. Should I be flattered or afraid?”
Darkstar immediately let go of her hands.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I called you because none of Earth’s medicine is equipped for...unique needs,” he ended ambiguously.
Charmcaster chewed her lower lip before getting more goo from her bowl and rubbed it absently in her hands, tiny blue sparks flying out as she did.
“Ah, ha. So your unique needs require you to get me alone in a romantic beach house so I could rub you down with sparking, cooking gunk? Sounds kind of...exciting, if you know what I mean,” Charmcaster added as she began to slowly, lightly massage the potion into his skin.
“I..” he started before a painted nail rested on his thin lips, silencing him.
“You didn’t have to go through all that, you know? You could have just asked.”