Well bless my soul, you're a lonely soul.
So I've reached the point at which I write when I'm bored in the night. Good lord.
Title: Firsts
Pairing: platonically married Kida/Celty
Rating: PG-13 for headless chicks and mentions of numerous hookups
Setting: soul_campaign, between the current and TYL plot, a little background on their partnership for the future.
Word Count: 422
Summary: The first time he does this, the first time she does that, and the newness of it all never quite stops.
Disclaimer: I was listening to this the whole time, I am in no way responsible for any of this okay.
The first time he brings a girl home, she finds it prudent to take a long ride around the underground until early morning. No need to invade her partner's privacy, living together was more than enough on that front, really.
The first time the blond brings home a boy happens much the same way, with his Weapon deciding it to be a good time to split. That's also the first morning he goes out of his way to tell her she doesn't have to leave on his account, that he's fine with her hearing him and his raburi lover going at it like rabbits. In those exact words. She just lets out a cloud of embarrassed smoke and tells him to eat his breakfast.
The first morning she makes that breakfast is directly following the first night she stays when he has a guest, and the noise has kept her up half the night. Nevertheless, she rises early and makes scrambled eggs and bacon, eggs seasoned with sugar and bacon blackened. These are not firsts.
The first time she realizes just how easy it was to break her Meister is the day she nearly dies. His expression never leaves her, blood-spattered and shocked, as if he's never even considered her anything but invincible. (Later she realizes that was likely exactly what he thought, since she had once been exactly that.)
More than a month later she tracks down the boy (is it man now? she was never able to tell when that changed), heavily bandaged and trying to be careful not to reopen any wounds. It's the first time she punches him (she starts up the bleeding again), but it's also the first time she pulls him into a hug (white hoodie stained red). She thinks it's worth the loss of the jacket, and he agrees.
The first time he slips under her covers she kicks him into a wall. His ribs are bruised, he's tangled in the blanket somehow, and he's laughing and wheezing all at once. The room fills with indignant smoke.
The first time she lets him in her bed, she watches his expression when he enters the room, feigning sleep. His eyes are too reminiscent of the day he was drenched in her blood (for the first time), and she doesn't have the heart to deny him when long arms pull her into an embrace. His chin settles on her collarbone, and he drifts to sleep that way, in her arms.
It's the first, but not the last.
Title: Firsts
Pairing: platonically married Kida/Celty
Rating: PG-13 for headless chicks and mentions of numerous hookups
Setting: soul_campaign, between the current and TYL plot, a little background on their partnership for the future.
Word Count: 422
Summary: The first time he does this, the first time she does that, and the newness of it all never quite stops.
Disclaimer: I was listening to this the whole time, I am in no way responsible for any of this okay.
The first time he brings a girl home, she finds it prudent to take a long ride around the underground until early morning. No need to invade her partner's privacy, living together was more than enough on that front, really.
The first time the blond brings home a boy happens much the same way, with his Weapon deciding it to be a good time to split. That's also the first morning he goes out of his way to tell her she doesn't have to leave on his account, that he's fine with her hearing him and his raburi lover going at it like rabbits. In those exact words. She just lets out a cloud of embarrassed smoke and tells him to eat his breakfast.
The first morning she makes that breakfast is directly following the first night she stays when he has a guest, and the noise has kept her up half the night. Nevertheless, she rises early and makes scrambled eggs and bacon, eggs seasoned with sugar and bacon blackened. These are not firsts.
The first time she realizes just how easy it was to break her Meister is the day she nearly dies. His expression never leaves her, blood-spattered and shocked, as if he's never even considered her anything but invincible. (Later she realizes that was likely exactly what he thought, since she had once been exactly that.)
More than a month later she tracks down the boy (is it man now? she was never able to tell when that changed), heavily bandaged and trying to be careful not to reopen any wounds. It's the first time she punches him (she starts up the bleeding again), but it's also the first time she pulls him into a hug (white hoodie stained red). She thinks it's worth the loss of the jacket, and he agrees.
The first time he slips under her covers she kicks him into a wall. His ribs are bruised, he's tangled in the blanket somehow, and he's laughing and wheezing all at once. The room fills with indignant smoke.
The first time she lets him in her bed, she watches his expression when he enters the room, feigning sleep. His eyes are too reminiscent of the day he was drenched in her blood (for the first time), and she doesn't have the heart to deny him when long arms pull her into an embrace. His chin settles on her collarbone, and he drifts to sleep that way, in her arms.
It's the first, but not the last.