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Maple Walnut #13. Burnt Out
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1256
Word Count : 202
“Morning.”
Ilya paused, mug in one hand, kettle in the other, and turned to the man hunched over the table. Rune beamed at her, his own steaming mug between his hands, a heavy dusting of something grey and flaky over his hair. Ilya blinked. The man was powdered with ash. “What happened to you?”
“This, apparently, is an ungodly hour.” He sampled his tea and brought it back to the table with an even wider grin.
“Oh?” She frowned at the ashes, pondering the statement. “Oh.” She shook her head and poured some tea for herself. “So why the grin?”
“She missed me.” He brushed a bit of hair from his face and rolled it between his fingers to study the singed tips. “Mostly, anyway.”
“Well,” said Ilya, pulling up a chair, “that is fortunate, I suppose.”
Rune lifted his drink for another sip. “She didn’t miss the curtains though.”
The tea bubbled in his cup and Rune all but dropped it on the table, hastily stuffing pink fingers in his mouth. He spun around in his chair, still grinning while nursing his burns. “Morning, love.”
An even more ash covered Lyssa gave a tired grunt and reached for the chair beside him.
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1256
Word Count : 202
“Morning.”
Ilya paused, mug in one hand, kettle in the other, and turned to the man hunched over the table. Rune beamed at her, his own steaming mug between his hands, a heavy dusting of something grey and flaky over his hair. Ilya blinked. The man was powdered with ash. “What happened to you?”
“This, apparently, is an ungodly hour.” He sampled his tea and brought it back to the table with an even wider grin.
“Oh?” She frowned at the ashes, pondering the statement. “Oh.” She shook her head and poured some tea for herself. “So why the grin?”
“She missed me.” He brushed a bit of hair from his face and rolled it between his fingers to study the singed tips. “Mostly, anyway.”
“Well,” said Ilya, pulling up a chair, “that is fortunate, I suppose.”
Rune lifted his drink for another sip. “She didn’t miss the curtains though.”
The tea bubbled in his cup and Rune all but dropped it on the table, hastily stuffing pink fingers in his mouth. He spun around in his chair, still grinning while nursing his burns. “Morning, love.”
An even more ash covered Lyssa gave a tired grunt and reached for the chair beside him.