BEYOND THE RIFT: Muses and the Downside to Inspiration
Title: Muses and the Downside to Inspiration
Characters/Pairing: Becky/Annie
Word Count: 203
Rating: G
Summary: Annie's getting really sick of muses.
Notes: Written for doreyg's request for the alphabet meme. The request was "Becky/Annie, inspired". Also for meritinabox #28, obstacles to love.
Disclaimer: Annie belongs to me, Becky to starletfallen. The Rift owns little pieces of all of our souls.
Annie was getting really sick of muses. It was nothing against them personally - she usually took no notice of them at all - but whenever they went anywhere near Becky...
Annie sighed dramatically, sitting cross-legged on the bed and just watching Becky as she scrawled lyrics in the two or three notebooks scattered across the desk, alternating between them at random intervals. Becky, disappointingly, took absolutely no notice of Annie's dramatics.
"I'm bored," she announced.
"Mmm," Becky said in an entirely uninterested tone. Never mind uninterested, she didn't even really hear that.
"Ferdinand's turning into a pterodactyl."
Becky paused, tapping her pen against the desk briefly before starting to write again. "That's great."
"A purple one. With green spots."
Ferdinand butted his head against Annie's hand. She scratched his ears while frowning discontentedly at the back of Becky's head.
"If I started taking all my clothes off now, you wouldn't even notice, would you?"
Becky swiveled around to face her, blinking in confusion. "Huh?"
Annie blinked at her for a moment herself, and then let out a giggle, her smile just a little smug. "Well, I didn't expect that to work. Neat!"
"No, really. What did you just say?"
Characters/Pairing: Becky/Annie
Word Count: 203
Rating: G
Summary: Annie's getting really sick of muses.
Notes: Written for doreyg's request for the alphabet meme. The request was "Becky/Annie, inspired". Also for meritinabox #28, obstacles to love.
Disclaimer: Annie belongs to me, Becky to starletfallen. The Rift owns little pieces of all of our souls.
Annie was getting really sick of muses. It was nothing against them personally - she usually took no notice of them at all - but whenever they went anywhere near Becky...
Annie sighed dramatically, sitting cross-legged on the bed and just watching Becky as she scrawled lyrics in the two or three notebooks scattered across the desk, alternating between them at random intervals. Becky, disappointingly, took absolutely no notice of Annie's dramatics.
"I'm bored," she announced.
"Mmm," Becky said in an entirely uninterested tone. Never mind uninterested, she didn't even really hear that.
"Ferdinand's turning into a pterodactyl."
Becky paused, tapping her pen against the desk briefly before starting to write again. "That's great."
"A purple one. With green spots."
Ferdinand butted his head against Annie's hand. She scratched his ears while frowning discontentedly at the back of Becky's head.
"If I started taking all my clothes off now, you wouldn't even notice, would you?"
Becky swiveled around to face her, blinking in confusion. "Huh?"
Annie blinked at her for a moment herself, and then let out a giggle, her smile just a little smug. "Well, I didn't expect that to work. Neat!"
"No, really. What did you just say?"