[Grand Chase] Lass's Plight
Title: Lass's Plight
Fandom: Grand Chase
Characters: Lass, Ronan, Seighart
Claim: Erknard Sieghart/Ronan Erudon
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: lover100
Prompt #16: Absurd
Warnings/Spoilers Slash, Voyeurism(???)/None really
Word Count; 291
Notes: First time in a long time writing. I'm sooo rusty
lover100Summary: Lass is used to others forgetting his presence. He just wished that now wasn't one of those times
Lass has noticed that his new friends have a tendency to forget about his presence.
Maybe its because of all the training he'd endured.
Maybe its because of all the years working for the Silver Guild.
Maybe its because he's shy and his new teammates are too overwhelming for him to be comfortable talking with.
But whatever the reason, he's sometimes invisible to them. And really he doesn't mind, Lass takes it in stride since he knows that most of them don't mean it in a negative way.
At times, a large part of him is at his invisisbilty.
Unfortunately, now is not one of those times.
A rustle of fabric sounds from the corner of the tent. There is a muffled moan, then a familiar thunk of a fist hitting a head. "Will you quit it!"
Sleeping out side is suddenly becoming appealing.
"Aww, come on." Sieghart's whine answers. "We haven't done anything all day."
"Of course we haven't," Ronan whisper. He exhales loudly, "we just made it through to Xenia today."
It's quiet for a few moments before the rustling begins again. It continues for a bit then there's a large yowl of pain.
Lass tilts his head a bit to see Sieghart sitting up in his sleeping bag holding his left hand to his chest.
Ronan, who is also sitting up right, is smiling smugly at the gladiator.
Sieghart looks up from his injured hand -which Lass has notices is a bit red- to grin his usually cocky grin at Ronan. "It's alright, I like them fiesty."
Ronan's face goes from smug, to blank to fearful in the span of seconds.
Lass rolls over, pulling the blanket over his head. From now on he's sleeping outside with Ryan.
Fandom: Grand Chase
Characters: Lass, Ronan, Seighart
Claim: Erknard Sieghart/Ronan Erudon
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: lover100
Prompt #16: Absurd
Warnings/Spoilers Slash, Voyeurism(???)/None really
Word Count; 291
Notes: First time in a long time writing. I'm sooo rusty
lover100Summary: Lass is used to others forgetting his presence. He just wished that now wasn't one of those times
Lass has noticed that his new friends have a tendency to forget about his presence.
Maybe its because of all the training he'd endured.
Maybe its because of all the years working for the Silver Guild.
Maybe its because he's shy and his new teammates are too overwhelming for him to be comfortable talking with.
But whatever the reason, he's sometimes invisible to them. And really he doesn't mind, Lass takes it in stride since he knows that most of them don't mean it in a negative way.
At times, a large part of him is at his invisisbilty.
Unfortunately, now is not one of those times.
A rustle of fabric sounds from the corner of the tent. There is a muffled moan, then a familiar thunk of a fist hitting a head. "Will you quit it!"
Sleeping out side is suddenly becoming appealing.
"Aww, come on." Sieghart's whine answers. "We haven't done anything all day."
"Of course we haven't," Ronan whisper. He exhales loudly, "we just made it through to Xenia today."
It's quiet for a few moments before the rustling begins again. It continues for a bit then there's a large yowl of pain.
Lass tilts his head a bit to see Sieghart sitting up in his sleeping bag holding his left hand to his chest.
Ronan, who is also sitting up right, is smiling smugly at the gladiator.
Sieghart looks up from his injured hand -which Lass has notices is a bit red- to grin his usually cocky grin at Ronan. "It's alright, I like them fiesty."
Ronan's face goes from smug, to blank to fearful in the span of seconds.
Lass rolls over, pulling the blanket over his head. From now on he's sleeping outside with Ryan.