Because if I don’t hold your hand, somebody else will.
Lavander
Author: sacla
Category: [Twisted Fantasy]; Romance
Rating: G
Pairings: PsiXAera
Disclaimer: Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word Count: 1011
Notes: After reading it over, this is a one-shot that can actually be read with or without prior knowledge of Twisted Fantasy. Although, the context adds more substance to this I guess.
Summary: There was nothing romantic about a festival with booze, shrieking children and an atmosphere scented with fried noodles. If it wasn’t for the promise he made, he wouldn’t even be there at all.
He sighed. There was nothing romantic about a festival with booze, shrieking children and an air scented with fried noodles. The night was young with a full moon in tow, and the austere atmosphere he hoped was not at all present. After a day of mountainous paperwork and stress, a solemn night was all he could dream off, and as it stood, was indeed just a dream.
Stupid girl.
If it wasn’t for the promise he made, he wouldn’t even be there at all.
Stupid, idiotic girl.
He thought, that a good luck charm wasn’t worth trekking a million steps for.
Stupid, idiotic, nuisance girl.
As he continued to rant to himself as a distraction, he later found himself at the end of the accursed steps, and in front of an obviously annoyed female.
“You’re late,” she huffed, with her arms crossed and a glare directed at him.
“You’re early,” he replied, deciding that he was on time and she was just too excited. After glancing at his watch, he opted to look at the stupid, idiotic, nuisance girl straight in the eye to further support his point.
However, he found himself ogling instead. A girl, a lady, dressed in a white kimono patterned with intricately designed lavender lilies and a blue sash enveloping the waist stood before him with a scowl on her dollish face. Her hair for the first time in a long time, possible ever, was neatly kept in a single bun on her head, although with the shorter strands gently falling on the sides, framing her face -- which had the cheeks puffed-up adorably, if he might add but would never admit.
He did a double take glancing up and down with his breathe hitched.
She noticed the sudden silence, and his surprised look. Of course, being the humble person she claimed (not) to be, the lady thief would not let a chance such as this to gloat to her nemesis the billionaire.
“Well? Don’t I look awesome?” she spoke after twirling around a bit, as if to give emphasis on the new piece of expensive clothing she bought (with his money of course, and without his knowledge she assumed).
The toothy grin she made, with the male imagining a small fang growing from her gums, was what brought him back to reality. And in his old fashioned sense of a gentleman, he did what he always did when he was always taken by her surprise.
He snorted.
“You wish,” he spoke, turning his head sideways and trying to look away. Although just at the corner of his eyes, he would notice the obviously adorable manner she pouts and the endearing way she sticks her tongue out towards him. It’s the stress, he thought to himself. The stress, which he blamed for everything. He blamed it for him thinking out of character, complimenting her. It was also the reason, he explained to himself, for the sudden growing urge to punching something, after becoming aware of a small male audience hanging around her.
“Shows what you know,” she huffed and turned around, leaving him with only a silhouette of her back as she prepared to walk towards the entrance.
Even with the intense feelings of stress, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the gesture. He reached out towards her and grasped her hands, stopping her momentarily.
“Well, I do know ‘awesome’ wouldn’t describe it better than beautiful, don’t you think?” he spoke smugly, as if he were the one being talked of highly.
More like gorgeous, he corrected in his head.
Before she could completely turn her head and spoil the mood, he quickly walked past her and ushered both of them into the crowds.
There was an eerie silence, because the presence of silence itself was odd where the two were concerned. The fact that their faces were unconsciously turning crimson may have added to that eeriness.
So of course the female thought to fix such an odd predicament, with ways normal people think really wouldn’t help the situation at all.
“You can let go of my hand you know?”
Without even glancing at her, he replied a curt “Yeah yeah” and continued walking.
“Psi!”
The male leading paused for a second, and looked around the crowds. Seeing the small temple a short distance away, he tugged her towards it to get the night over and done with, so he could finally reclaim his dream of a peaceful, stress-free, sleep.
“Hey! I’m not some kid who needs some babysitter you know!”
Psi wanted to smack her. He really did, but thinking about her history and the lack of much affection, he guessed he couldn’t blame her and her naivety. She wasn’t dense, that much he knew. But human contact wasn’t exactly something she felt comfortable with.
He decided to just ignore her.
“Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you!”
Of course, ignoring her was as easy as ignoring an elephant staring straight at your face. And his patience wasn’t exactly that big either.
“Darn it, stop tugging, you’re slowing us down!”
“As if! You think I can’t walk faster than you? Please.”
“Then prove it instead of dragging over there!”
“Well I could if you would let my hand go!”
He thought about it. “No.”
“Well why the hell not then?!”
“Because if I don’t hold your hand, somebody else will.”
“What?!” she asked, barely hearing anything as they neared the growing crowd along the shrine.
“I said, because if I hold your hand, I’ll be sure that it’s you and not somebody else!” He shouted.
“That makes no sense to me,” she spoke, tired of arguing and getting tired of walking in such high shoes.
“Good. Now keep still would you?” he glanced at his side, making sure she was still there before advancing to the lion’s den of stupid, idiotic, nuisances for a stupid idiotic good luck charm.
The next day, the charm was left on top of a note found on the man’s bedside table.
You’ll need it when I’m not around.
-Aera-
Author: sacla
Category: [Twisted Fantasy]; Romance
Rating: G
Pairings: PsiXAera
Disclaimer: Belongs to the authoress who's unconscious vanity is shown by her title, TF (minus some)
Word Count: 1011
Notes: After reading it over, this is a one-shot that can actually be read with or without prior knowledge of Twisted Fantasy. Although, the context adds more substance to this I guess.
Summary: There was nothing romantic about a festival with booze, shrieking children and an atmosphere scented with fried noodles. If it wasn’t for the promise he made, he wouldn’t even be there at all.
He sighed. There was nothing romantic about a festival with booze, shrieking children and an air scented with fried noodles. The night was young with a full moon in tow, and the austere atmosphere he hoped was not at all present. After a day of mountainous paperwork and stress, a solemn night was all he could dream off, and as it stood, was indeed just a dream.
Stupid girl.
If it wasn’t for the promise he made, he wouldn’t even be there at all.
Stupid, idiotic girl.
He thought, that a good luck charm wasn’t worth trekking a million steps for.
Stupid, idiotic, nuisance girl.
As he continued to rant to himself as a distraction, he later found himself at the end of the accursed steps, and in front of an obviously annoyed female.
“You’re late,” she huffed, with her arms crossed and a glare directed at him.
“You’re early,” he replied, deciding that he was on time and she was just too excited. After glancing at his watch, he opted to look at the stupid, idiotic, nuisance girl straight in the eye to further support his point.
However, he found himself ogling instead. A girl, a lady, dressed in a white kimono patterned with intricately designed lavender lilies and a blue sash enveloping the waist stood before him with a scowl on her dollish face. Her hair for the first time in a long time, possible ever, was neatly kept in a single bun on her head, although with the shorter strands gently falling on the sides, framing her face -- which had the cheeks puffed-up adorably, if he might add but would never admit.
He did a double take glancing up and down with his breathe hitched.
She noticed the sudden silence, and his surprised look. Of course, being the humble person she claimed (not) to be, the lady thief would not let a chance such as this to gloat to her nemesis the billionaire.
“Well? Don’t I look awesome?” she spoke after twirling around a bit, as if to give emphasis on the new piece of expensive clothing she bought (with his money of course, and without his knowledge she assumed).
The toothy grin she made, with the male imagining a small fang growing from her gums, was what brought him back to reality. And in his old fashioned sense of a gentleman, he did what he always did when he was always taken by her surprise.
He snorted.
“You wish,” he spoke, turning his head sideways and trying to look away. Although just at the corner of his eyes, he would notice the obviously adorable manner she pouts and the endearing way she sticks her tongue out towards him. It’s the stress, he thought to himself. The stress, which he blamed for everything. He blamed it for him thinking out of character, complimenting her. It was also the reason, he explained to himself, for the sudden growing urge to punching something, after becoming aware of a small male audience hanging around her.
“Shows what you know,” she huffed and turned around, leaving him with only a silhouette of her back as she prepared to walk towards the entrance.
Even with the intense feelings of stress, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the gesture. He reached out towards her and grasped her hands, stopping her momentarily.
“Well, I do know ‘awesome’ wouldn’t describe it better than beautiful, don’t you think?” he spoke smugly, as if he were the one being talked of highly.
More like gorgeous, he corrected in his head.
Before she could completely turn her head and spoil the mood, he quickly walked past her and ushered both of them into the crowds.
There was an eerie silence, because the presence of silence itself was odd where the two were concerned. The fact that their faces were unconsciously turning crimson may have added to that eeriness.
So of course the female thought to fix such an odd predicament, with ways normal people think really wouldn’t help the situation at all.
“You can let go of my hand you know?”
Without even glancing at her, he replied a curt “Yeah yeah” and continued walking.
“Psi!”
The male leading paused for a second, and looked around the crowds. Seeing the small temple a short distance away, he tugged her towards it to get the night over and done with, so he could finally reclaim his dream of a peaceful, stress-free, sleep.
“Hey! I’m not some kid who needs some babysitter you know!”
Psi wanted to smack her. He really did, but thinking about her history and the lack of much affection, he guessed he couldn’t blame her and her naivety. She wasn’t dense, that much he knew. But human contact wasn’t exactly something she felt comfortable with.
He decided to just ignore her.
“Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you!”
Of course, ignoring her was as easy as ignoring an elephant staring straight at your face. And his patience wasn’t exactly that big either.
“Darn it, stop tugging, you’re slowing us down!”
“As if! You think I can’t walk faster than you? Please.”
“Then prove it instead of dragging over there!”
“Well I could if you would let my hand go!”
He thought about it. “No.”
“Well why the hell not then?!”
“Because if I don’t hold your hand, somebody else will.”
“What?!” she asked, barely hearing anything as they neared the growing crowd along the shrine.
“I said, because if I hold your hand, I’ll be sure that it’s you and not somebody else!” He shouted.
“That makes no sense to me,” she spoke, tired of arguing and getting tired of walking in such high shoes.
“Good. Now keep still would you?” he glanced at his side, making sure she was still there before advancing to the lion’s den of stupid, idiotic, nuisances for a stupid idiotic good luck charm.
The next day, the charm was left on top of a note found on the man’s bedside table.
You’ll need it when I’m not around.
-Aera-