Wild Roses fic prompt 039 "Taste"
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Isael, Aodh, Yasha
Prompt: 039 "Taste"
Word Count: 209
Rating: all ages
Notes: the spark for this one's been hanging around over a year. =P Again, follows previous directly. I spam joo ALL. >.>;
"He speak any languages?" he eventually asked after the staring got to be itchy on his skin.
The kid gabbled something that sounded insulting--and if Aodh's muffled snort of laughter was anything to judge by probably was insulting.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Do we share any languages?"
"Oh, sure," Aodh said, grinning. "English."
'I still hate English,' Isael thought, "Again in English?"
"Three day bender?" the kid asked brightly.
Isael froze.
"It took Ceannard Reykjavík a week and a half to look that bad, but he's got unfair advantages." The kid considered the blanket covering the kitchen window, gnawing on his lower lip meditatively. "And the purple under the eyes looked better on him. So--" he tilted his head, peering up at Isael again. "Two, three day bender?"
There was a long, tense pause, then he felt his blank mask crack into a rueful, one-sided smile. Shook his head, then half-turned away. "I'm going to go shower. Make yourselves at home."
He walked out accompanied by a burst of mad chirruping laughter, and a thump as Aodh fell off his perch.
"Tha' was beautiful," he said congratulatingly from the floor, if Isael's hearing was trustable.
"Tact is for people who don't hang around Alfheim," the kid replied, studiously innocent.
Prompt: 039 "Taste"
Word Count: 209
Rating: all ages
Notes: the spark for this one's been hanging around over a year. =P Again, follows previous directly. I spam joo ALL. >.>;
"He speak any languages?" he eventually asked after the staring got to be itchy on his skin.
The kid gabbled something that sounded insulting--and if Aodh's muffled snort of laughter was anything to judge by probably was insulting.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Do we share any languages?"
"Oh, sure," Aodh said, grinning. "English."
'I still hate English,' Isael thought, "Again in English?"
"Three day bender?" the kid asked brightly.
Isael froze.
"It took Ceannard Reykjavík a week and a half to look that bad, but he's got unfair advantages." The kid considered the blanket covering the kitchen window, gnawing on his lower lip meditatively. "And the purple under the eyes looked better on him. So--" he tilted his head, peering up at Isael again. "Two, three day bender?"
There was a long, tense pause, then he felt his blank mask crack into a rueful, one-sided smile. Shook his head, then half-turned away. "I'm going to go shower. Make yourselves at home."
He walked out accompanied by a burst of mad chirruping laughter, and a thump as Aodh fell off his perch.
"Tha' was beautiful," he said congratulatingly from the floor, if Isael's hearing was trustable.
"Tact is for people who don't hang around Alfheim," the kid replied, studiously innocent.