[ficlet] Beach
[Set Saturday afternoon during the Xavier beach getaway.]
"Smoking is really bad for you."
"You have not quit."
"...your brother would 'ave a fit. Fine."
Somewhere, Piotr Rasputin's ghost is glaring at his ex boyfriend and his little sister. Jean-Paul just knows it.
Illyana takes a slow drag and hands it back. "Thank you," she says, and readjusts her oversized sunglasses. They are both lounging in beach chairs, side by side simply because the chairs had been available and both were too tired from the sun and surf to avoid one another.
"Julian bought your suit?"
"Da."
"So he could stare at your rack."
"...Da."
Silence, not quite companionable, but not hostile either. Until their sun is blocked.
Jean-Paul opens his eyes and arches an eyebrow. "Hey. Beefcake. You're in our sun."
Apparently Jean-Paul is a non-entity, as the focus is solely on Illyana. "Hey. Blondie. Come hang."
Illyana shakes her head. "No, thank you."
"I wasn't asking," tall, tanned and muscular replies.
Illyana lowers her sunglasses and peers over them. She smiles, and gestures slightly with one hand. Beside her, a shining disc of light appears. She whistles once, and out of the disc clambers some... thing. Seven feet tall, all bone and sinew and claws and teeth. Lots of teeth.
Tall, tanned and muscular runs away screaming. Jean-Paul stares, debating doing the same thing.
Illyana reaches a hand up and the creature nuzzles it, making some sort of purring noise.
"Spasiba," Illyana says, and giggles when the creature nips at her fingers. She nods and the creature steps back onto one of those shining discs and vanishes.
Jean-Paul is still staring, cigarette dangling from his lower lip.
"Boys are dumb," Illyana states, fixing her bikini top and reclining again.
"Smoking is really bad for you."
"You have not quit."
"...your brother would 'ave a fit. Fine."
Somewhere, Piotr Rasputin's ghost is glaring at his ex boyfriend and his little sister. Jean-Paul just knows it.
Illyana takes a slow drag and hands it back. "Thank you," she says, and readjusts her oversized sunglasses. They are both lounging in beach chairs, side by side simply because the chairs had been available and both were too tired from the sun and surf to avoid one another.
"Julian bought your suit?"
"Da."
"So he could stare at your rack."
"...Da."
Silence, not quite companionable, but not hostile either. Until their sun is blocked.
Jean-Paul opens his eyes and arches an eyebrow. "Hey. Beefcake. You're in our sun."
Apparently Jean-Paul is a non-entity, as the focus is solely on Illyana. "Hey. Blondie. Come hang."
Illyana shakes her head. "No, thank you."
"I wasn't asking," tall, tanned and muscular replies.
Illyana lowers her sunglasses and peers over them. She smiles, and gestures slightly with one hand. Beside her, a shining disc of light appears. She whistles once, and out of the disc clambers some... thing. Seven feet tall, all bone and sinew and claws and teeth. Lots of teeth.
Tall, tanned and muscular runs away screaming. Jean-Paul stares, debating doing the same thing.
Illyana reaches a hand up and the creature nuzzles it, making some sort of purring noise.
"Spasiba," Illyana says, and giggles when the creature nips at her fingers. She nods and the creature steps back onto one of those shining discs and vanishes.
Jean-Paul is still staring, cigarette dangling from his lower lip.
"Boys are dumb," Illyana states, fixing her bikini top and reclining again.