A Quill Without Ink
Title: A Quill Without Ink
Type: Original, Drabble
Pairing: Collin Blaise/Ying Fa Li, Akira Ishida/Cayden Blaise
Word Count: 585
Time: thirty minutes or so
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Really random Harry Potter AU here. Prompted from
all_unwritten's prompt 'a pen without ink' with, uh, artistic license. Collin and Cayden Blaise are both my original characters and Ying Fa Li and Akira Ishida are
hopefulgenius's and she lets me borrow them sometimes.
Summary: "Damn it," I hissed at my quill, "You couldn't last me through one more report? Are you even kidding me?"
"Damn it," I hissed at my quill, "You couldn't last me through one more report? Are you even kidding me?" Moyo purred at me and batted her paw at the tip of the feather; I shot her a venomous look. "Don't go there, cat."
"What's wrong?" Cayden chirped from his spot on the floor, tilting his head back onto my lap to look up at me. "Did Moyo attack your quill again?"
"No, I just ran out of ink." I tickled his nose with the feather and he scrunched his face, scooting closer to Akira and resting his head against the older boy's shoulder. Akira, though appearing oblivious as his quill looped over his scroll, leaned his a little toward Cayden as well. Ugh, if only I could get one of them to ask the other out. I'd be such an awesome matchmaker if my matches would just suck it up enough to say something, I swear.
"Mean, Ying Fa," Cayden tisked at me. "Just because it only took me thirty minutes to finish that thing and this will be your third hour..."
"Hey, shut up," I muttered, kicking him lightly in the side. "At least I'm passing Potions."
"Blah, blah, blah. All I hear is 'I am made of fail.'"
"You-"
"Hey," Collin mumbled around the end of his quill, "shut up, I'm trying to write."
"Like we need to give you time to concentrate." Cayden shifted around a little until Akira, still busily writing, lifted the blanket draped over his shoulders with his free hand and let Cayden cuddle into his side. Cayden hummed contentedly while simultaneously sending his twin a jealous glare. "You're a freaking genius, Collin."
"And yet somehow you've finished two papers before I've finished this one." Collin sounded grumpy. I debated momentarily on whether or not cuddling with him would make him feel better. I decided, because I'd now run out of ink and therefore couldn't write anymore, that it would and curled into his side, lightly enough to be shoved away if he was seriously pissed and tightly enough to make my presence known.
Collin stopped writing momentarily to look down at me and I'm not gonna lie, my breath seriously caught in my throat. His eyes were a dark, dark brown with a shock of gold around the iris. Yes, Cayden was his identical twin, but I'd never been left breathless when he looked at me. They'd told me once that they used to play Who's-Who with their stepfather. I've always wondered how they got away with it. One look into their eyes and I knew which of them was which immediately. Cayden's eyes were soft, warm, and beautiful. Collin's were sharper, deeper, burning.
I was sort of in love with his eyes. They always made me feel shifty, like I didn't belong but do. Like I was something odd but remarkable. Like I was a missed note but on purpose. Like... Like...
He leaned a little toward me and I would've kissed him if he'd come a hair's breadth closer. Instead, I just watched his face as he pushed his jar of ink towards my place at the Common Room's table. "You needed ink, yeah?"
I nodded numbly, my tongue suddenly heavy in my mouth. "Yeah. Yeah, thanks."
I looked away quickly to hide the blush bursting onto my cheeks and dipped my quill in his ink, shakily scrawling across my piece of parchment.
Sometimes, Collin Blaise made me feel like a quill without ink.
Type: Original, Drabble
Pairing: Collin Blaise/Ying Fa Li, Akira Ishida/Cayden Blaise
Word Count: 585
Time: thirty minutes or so
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Really random Harry Potter AU here. Prompted from
all_unwritten's prompt 'a pen without ink' with, uh, artistic license. Collin and Cayden Blaise are both my original characters and Ying Fa Li and Akira Ishida are
hopefulgenius's and she lets me borrow them sometimes.
Summary: "Damn it," I hissed at my quill, "You couldn't last me through one more report? Are you even kidding me?"
"Damn it," I hissed at my quill, "You couldn't last me through one more report? Are you even kidding me?" Moyo purred at me and batted her paw at the tip of the feather; I shot her a venomous look. "Don't go there, cat."
"What's wrong?" Cayden chirped from his spot on the floor, tilting his head back onto my lap to look up at me. "Did Moyo attack your quill again?"
"No, I just ran out of ink." I tickled his nose with the feather and he scrunched his face, scooting closer to Akira and resting his head against the older boy's shoulder. Akira, though appearing oblivious as his quill looped over his scroll, leaned his a little toward Cayden as well. Ugh, if only I could get one of them to ask the other out. I'd be such an awesome matchmaker if my matches would just suck it up enough to say something, I swear.
"Mean, Ying Fa," Cayden tisked at me. "Just because it only took me thirty minutes to finish that thing and this will be your third hour..."
"Hey, shut up," I muttered, kicking him lightly in the side. "At least I'm passing Potions."
"Blah, blah, blah. All I hear is 'I am made of fail.'"
"You-"
"Hey," Collin mumbled around the end of his quill, "shut up, I'm trying to write."
"Like we need to give you time to concentrate." Cayden shifted around a little until Akira, still busily writing, lifted the blanket draped over his shoulders with his free hand and let Cayden cuddle into his side. Cayden hummed contentedly while simultaneously sending his twin a jealous glare. "You're a freaking genius, Collin."
"And yet somehow you've finished two papers before I've finished this one." Collin sounded grumpy. I debated momentarily on whether or not cuddling with him would make him feel better. I decided, because I'd now run out of ink and therefore couldn't write anymore, that it would and curled into his side, lightly enough to be shoved away if he was seriously pissed and tightly enough to make my presence known.
Collin stopped writing momentarily to look down at me and I'm not gonna lie, my breath seriously caught in my throat. His eyes were a dark, dark brown with a shock of gold around the iris. Yes, Cayden was his identical twin, but I'd never been left breathless when he looked at me. They'd told me once that they used to play Who's-Who with their stepfather. I've always wondered how they got away with it. One look into their eyes and I knew which of them was which immediately. Cayden's eyes were soft, warm, and beautiful. Collin's were sharper, deeper, burning.
I was sort of in love with his eyes. They always made me feel shifty, like I didn't belong but do. Like I was something odd but remarkable. Like I was a missed note but on purpose. Like... Like...
He leaned a little toward me and I would've kissed him if he'd come a hair's breadth closer. Instead, I just watched his face as he pushed his jar of ink towards my place at the Common Room's table. "You needed ink, yeah?"
I nodded numbly, my tongue suddenly heavy in my mouth. "Yeah. Yeah, thanks."
I looked away quickly to hide the blush bursting onto my cheeks and dipped my quill in his ink, shakily scrawling across my piece of parchment.
Sometimes, Collin Blaise made me feel like a quill without ink.