Drabble: Cranberry Newt (Slash)
A Tyson and Jack drabble (Effy's there too). You might recognize them from Hex on the Beach.
This little bit has been bouncing around in my head. Tyson felt the need to prove himself after the last story.
"Hey Jack!" Effy said as he walked into his old apartment. The newt in the tank wriggled in what Effy assumed was a hello. "What did he do this time?" Effy asked Tyson, who was calmly reading in the front room. Tyson turned the page.
"He was misbehaving," he said.
Effy giggled and flopped down on the couch across from Tyson.
The witch gave the fairy a long-suffering look, that anyone who knows Effy would perfect. "I just vacummed, stop getting your glitter everywhere."
Effy pouted, "Don't be stingy," he struggled to pull out two vials from his skin-tight jeans while sitting down. "After all the work I did to get this." Triumphantly he held them aloft. Jack, in his tank climbed a rock decoration to see. One was full of pink sparkles-fairy dust; Effy variety, and a thick black liquid.
Tyson nearly jumped in excitement, "You got me vampire blood! I don't believe it! How did you talk Wesley into it?"
Effy gave him a wide grin, "Who says Wessy knows?"
"Then...how?"
"Hey, just 'cause Wessy doesn't bite doesn't mean we don't get rough," Effy gave Tyson a suggestive look.
"Ew. Didn't need to know."
Effy tossed the bottles and Tyson dove to catch his precious potion ingredients.
The fairy giggled, probably amused at the odd position that Tyson ended up in, and stood up. "I'd better go, Wessy wants to order delivery from that new place and I need to make sure they send the ugliest delivery girl they've got."
He walked by Jack again as he was heading out, "Oh, out of curiosity, how did Jack misbehave this time?"
Tyson flushed and hid behind his book, "That's personal, and I'm not changing him back until he apologizes."
Judging by the way the newt winked, Effy didn't think he was sorry at all.
That ended up being longer than it was supposed to be. Effy, you talk too much.
This little bit has been bouncing around in my head. Tyson felt the need to prove himself after the last story.
"Hey Jack!" Effy said as he walked into his old apartment. The newt in the tank wriggled in what Effy assumed was a hello. "What did he do this time?" Effy asked Tyson, who was calmly reading in the front room. Tyson turned the page.
"He was misbehaving," he said.
Effy giggled and flopped down on the couch across from Tyson.
The witch gave the fairy a long-suffering look, that anyone who knows Effy would perfect. "I just vacummed, stop getting your glitter everywhere."
Effy pouted, "Don't be stingy," he struggled to pull out two vials from his skin-tight jeans while sitting down. "After all the work I did to get this." Triumphantly he held them aloft. Jack, in his tank climbed a rock decoration to see. One was full of pink sparkles-fairy dust; Effy variety, and a thick black liquid.
Tyson nearly jumped in excitement, "You got me vampire blood! I don't believe it! How did you talk Wesley into it?"
Effy gave him a wide grin, "Who says Wessy knows?"
"Then...how?"
"Hey, just 'cause Wessy doesn't bite doesn't mean we don't get rough," Effy gave Tyson a suggestive look.
"Ew. Didn't need to know."
Effy tossed the bottles and Tyson dove to catch his precious potion ingredients.
The fairy giggled, probably amused at the odd position that Tyson ended up in, and stood up. "I'd better go, Wessy wants to order delivery from that new place and I need to make sure they send the ugliest delivery girl they've got."
He walked by Jack again as he was heading out, "Oh, out of curiosity, how did Jack misbehave this time?"
Tyson flushed and hid behind his book, "That's personal, and I'm not changing him back until he apologizes."
Judging by the way the newt winked, Effy didn't think he was sorry at all.
That ended up being longer than it was supposed to be. Effy, you talk too much.