Green Lantern Corps. General. 060. Drink.
Title: Peppermint and Chocolate
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Kyle Rayner, Connor Hawke
Prompt: 060 - Drink
Word Count: 722
Rating: PG
Summary: There’s only one cure for unseasonable snow.
Author's Notes: Set early on in Kyle’s career as GL, not long after meeting Connor for the first time. No warnings.
“Are you ready?” Connor tugged impatiently at the back of his gloves.
“Almost.” Kyle’s head popped into view around the corner of the doorframe. He was wearing what looked like at least two clashing scarves over a jacket, and a pair of fluffy gloves hung out of one pocket. Fuzzy boots encased his feet, and he was tugging at them, although Connor wasn’t quite sure why.
“What are you doing?” Connor asked, amused.
“It’s cold out there.” Kyle found a mismatching hat from somewhere and jammed it over his ears. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
“You really are from California,” Connor mused, looking him up and down.
“That’s snow out there,” Kyle said, somewhat indignantly. “It’s frozen. And every time I look, there’s more of it.”
“It’s not snowing that much,” Connor said, holding the door open. Kyle stepped through and locked it behind them. “Besides, this was your idea.”
“That’s why I’m out here and not inside where it’s warm,” Kyle said, grumbling at the early and somewhat unseasonable snow. “The my idea thing, not the not snowing that much thing, which is so very relative.”
“Can’t you, you know,” Connor waved a hand vaguely and wiggled his third finger. “Use your ring or something to stay warm?”
“Well, I could.” Despite wearing gloves, Kyle managed to shove his hands into his pockets while they walked down the street. “But there’s that whole personal gain thing.”
“Even though you’re the only one left?” Connor asked, curious. As he understood it, Kyle didn’t answer to the Green Lantern Corps or the Guardians, as both groups were all either dead or powerless.
Kyle shrugged. “Still.”
They went in silence, passing through several subway stops and up to another snow-covered sidewalk, but there was nothing uncomfortable about it. It felt warm, despite the chill in the air. Connor caught Kyle eyeing him more than once, sidelong little glances that he suspected were accompanied by smiles; what with the scarf reaching above Kyle’s nose, he wasn’t sure.
“What?” he asked, when they had gone another block through the streets, walking slowly enough that had the streets been crowded, they would have been blocking foot traffic. Due to the chill and the weather, there weren’t too many people out walking around, and Connor was taking the opportunity to look around curiously.
Kyle’s forehead wrinkled in a frown of confusion at Connor’s question. “What what?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Connor replied, not really wanting to push the issue. Besides, it wasn’t really an issue. “Where are we going?”
“Harvard Square,” Kyle said, and now Connor was sure he was grinning behind the scarf.
“Obviously,” Connor said, not smacking Kyle across the back of the head. Tourist or not, he wasn’t completely lost. “Where in Harvard Square?”
“Little coffee shop I know,” Kyle said. “Radu makes the best java in town, but I want you to try the cocoa here. It’s amazing.”
Connor smiled back. He wasn’t particularly fond of cocoa - not that he disliked it, but he would have chosen tea over either cocoa or coffee. On the other hand, Kyle was trying to do something thoughtful. “Thanks,” he said.
“They might have tea, too,” Kyle said. “I think they have tea. Or wait…” He paused in his walking, one hand absently toying with the end of his scarf.
“The cocoa will be fine,” Connor assured him, and looped his arm through Kyle’s. A patch of ice lurking beneath an innocent seeming drift of snow snatched his foot out from underneath him, and he missed the initial look of surprise on Kyle’s face in the sudden battle to keep both feet solidly on the ground. He felt Kyle’s hand over his arm, though, and the gentle pressure that helped keep him steady.
“Very graceful,” Kyle told him once they’d gotten past the ice patch, but he didn’t let go until they had reached the coffee shop in question another hundred yards down the street.
“It’s a secret martial arts technique,” Connor assured his friend, holding the door open for him again. “Makes your opponent underestimate you so that you can catch him by surprise.”
“Is that what it was.” Kyle laughed softly, and Connor laughed with him. In their shared warmth, the cocoa was every bit as delicious as Kyle had promised.
FINIS
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Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Kyle Rayner, Connor Hawke
Prompt: 060 - Drink
Word Count: 722
Rating: PG
Summary: There’s only one cure for unseasonable snow.
Author's Notes: Set early on in Kyle’s career as GL, not long after meeting Connor for the first time. No warnings.
“Are you ready?” Connor tugged impatiently at the back of his gloves.
“Almost.” Kyle’s head popped into view around the corner of the doorframe. He was wearing what looked like at least two clashing scarves over a jacket, and a pair of fluffy gloves hung out of one pocket. Fuzzy boots encased his feet, and he was tugging at them, although Connor wasn’t quite sure why.
“What are you doing?” Connor asked, amused.
“It’s cold out there.” Kyle found a mismatching hat from somewhere and jammed it over his ears. “Okay, now I’m ready.”
“You really are from California,” Connor mused, looking him up and down.
“That’s snow out there,” Kyle said, somewhat indignantly. “It’s frozen. And every time I look, there’s more of it.”
“It’s not snowing that much,” Connor said, holding the door open. Kyle stepped through and locked it behind them. “Besides, this was your idea.”
“That’s why I’m out here and not inside where it’s warm,” Kyle said, grumbling at the early and somewhat unseasonable snow. “The my idea thing, not the not snowing that much thing, which is so very relative.”
“Can’t you, you know,” Connor waved a hand vaguely and wiggled his third finger. “Use your ring or something to stay warm?”
“Well, I could.” Despite wearing gloves, Kyle managed to shove his hands into his pockets while they walked down the street. “But there’s that whole personal gain thing.”
“Even though you’re the only one left?” Connor asked, curious. As he understood it, Kyle didn’t answer to the Green Lantern Corps or the Guardians, as both groups were all either dead or powerless.
Kyle shrugged. “Still.”
They went in silence, passing through several subway stops and up to another snow-covered sidewalk, but there was nothing uncomfortable about it. It felt warm, despite the chill in the air. Connor caught Kyle eyeing him more than once, sidelong little glances that he suspected were accompanied by smiles; what with the scarf reaching above Kyle’s nose, he wasn’t sure.
“What?” he asked, when they had gone another block through the streets, walking slowly enough that had the streets been crowded, they would have been blocking foot traffic. Due to the chill and the weather, there weren’t too many people out walking around, and Connor was taking the opportunity to look around curiously.
Kyle’s forehead wrinkled in a frown of confusion at Connor’s question. “What what?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Connor replied, not really wanting to push the issue. Besides, it wasn’t really an issue. “Where are we going?”
“Harvard Square,” Kyle said, and now Connor was sure he was grinning behind the scarf.
“Obviously,” Connor said, not smacking Kyle across the back of the head. Tourist or not, he wasn’t completely lost. “Where in Harvard Square?”
“Little coffee shop I know,” Kyle said. “Radu makes the best java in town, but I want you to try the cocoa here. It’s amazing.”
Connor smiled back. He wasn’t particularly fond of cocoa - not that he disliked it, but he would have chosen tea over either cocoa or coffee. On the other hand, Kyle was trying to do something thoughtful. “Thanks,” he said.
“They might have tea, too,” Kyle said. “I think they have tea. Or wait…” He paused in his walking, one hand absently toying with the end of his scarf.
“The cocoa will be fine,” Connor assured him, and looped his arm through Kyle’s. A patch of ice lurking beneath an innocent seeming drift of snow snatched his foot out from underneath him, and he missed the initial look of surprise on Kyle’s face in the sudden battle to keep both feet solidly on the ground. He felt Kyle’s hand over his arm, though, and the gentle pressure that helped keep him steady.
“Very graceful,” Kyle told him once they’d gotten past the ice patch, but he didn’t let go until they had reached the coffee shop in question another hundred yards down the street.
“It’s a secret martial arts technique,” Connor assured his friend, holding the door open for him again. “Makes your opponent underestimate you so that you can catch him by surprise.”
“Is that what it was.” Kyle laughed softly, and Connor laughed with him. In their shared warmth, the cocoa was every bit as delicious as Kyle had promised.
FINIS
Nalanzu's Little Damn Table.