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Pear #12. On & Off with Hot Fudge and Whipped Cream
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1250's-70's
Word Count : 696 (7 part pocky chain)
So, this is complete and utter fluff, but it's where the prompt decided to go (those last few in a flavor always end up being odd...) Anyway, I may have a big long canon, but no one ever seems to change their look all that much as the years go by...except Kairn.
“What is that?” Sethan frowned at him over his forms.
“What?”
“On your chin.”
“It’s hair. What’s it look like?”
Reida snorted. “Like you forgot to wipe yourself at lunch.”
“Ha ha. I haven’t shaved in a week. I’m trying to grow a beard.”
They both snickered at that.
“In that case, you’ll have a few months before you can call it a beard.” Sethan wrinkled his nose. “What do you want with one anyway?”
“I’m tired of being called a girl. I thought maybe it would make me look a bit less- alright, shut up, both of you!"
“Well, well, well.” Aldo’s voice made Kairn’s blood run cold. “I didn’t know Berwyk was starting himself a freak show,” Aldo proclaimed, fists on his hips. “Look, he’s already got himself a bearded lady.”
“Shut up,” said Kairn, but he could already see it dangling from Kinu’s outstretched hands, a the great frilly banner silhouetted against the dusty field.
“And what does every lady need?”
“A pretty dress!” The boys around him hooted as Kinu brought it forth.
Aldo snatched it from his hands and Kairn cringed. “Aw, look at that! Green this time. It matches her eyes.”
“Got a girl again, do you?” Reida leaned in over the sink.
Kairn swiped the razor across his jaw. “If you must know, yes.”
“You know, I can’t say I approve of the beds you go rolling in, but I do love it when you shave.”
Kairn caught both her toothy grin and his grimmace in the glass. “Why should you care if I’ve got whiskers or n- Ouch!”
“Did I say I cared about the beard? I said I like it when you shave.” She trailed a finger up over his cheek through the stream of blood.
“You’re sick.”
“You’re starting to look like a bear.” Shasa giggled. Even her laughter, on the rare occasions it surfaced, was starting to sound weak.
Kairn put on a look of mock indignance. “Well, pardon me if I’ve been spending too much time trying to feed and shelter us to shave. Besides, you‘ve seen what I can do to myself with a razor. I am not shaving with a hunting knife.”
“I’m only teasing, you know. I imagine I look a fright too.” She put a hand to her wild and matted curls.
Kairn smiled. “I promise we’ll find someplace civilized soon.”
“Here,” said Lyssa.
Kairn flinched as something gleaming came flying his way.
“A razor?” he said once it had landed safely on the floor. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, cringing at the rusty blade.
“All the posters have you looking fuzzy,” Lyssa said. “Take it off. All of it. This might help too.” A floppy, wide brimmed hat sailed from her hand.
Shamino caught that and toddled over to drop it on his head with a giggle.
“Really, Lyssa,” he said, peering up around the rim. “Who do you think this is fooling?”
“Tickles.” Lyssa murmured, her voice still thick from sleep. Her hand fumbled up around his chin and gave his cheek an awkward pat.
Kairn pulled back just enough to catch her heavily lidded eyes. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Was drunk las’ night.”
“Yes.” Under the covers, he gave her bare shoulders a squeeze. “And you’re completely coherent now, are you?”
“’m sober ‘nuff.” Her hand slid around the back of his head. “Kiss me again?”
“I thought you said it tickled.”
She answered with an altogether unattractive noise from the back of her throat. “Kiss me anyway.”
Head poked through the window, Reida stifled a laugh at Kairn’s jaw, pockmarked with bits of tissue as it was. “Mercenary bitch disapproves of the whiskers, does she?”
Kairn bit his tongue, then, “R-right,” he said.
She leaned in further, one brow raised. “She must be something special. I haven’t seen your chin in years.”
He picked a bloody paper off his cheek. “She is.”
“Why the dark looks, then?” She dug a cloth with a healing sigil on it from her pocket and Kairn gladly took it.
“Lyssa doesn’t give a damn about the beard. It…started going grey.”
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1250's-70's
Word Count : 696 (7 part pocky chain)
So, this is complete and utter fluff, but it's where the prompt decided to go (those last few in a flavor always end up being odd...) Anyway, I may have a big long canon, but no one ever seems to change their look all that much as the years go by...except Kairn.
“What is that?” Sethan frowned at him over his forms.
“What?”
“On your chin.”
“It’s hair. What’s it look like?”
Reida snorted. “Like you forgot to wipe yourself at lunch.”
“Ha ha. I haven’t shaved in a week. I’m trying to grow a beard.”
They both snickered at that.
“In that case, you’ll have a few months before you can call it a beard.” Sethan wrinkled his nose. “What do you want with one anyway?”
“I’m tired of being called a girl. I thought maybe it would make me look a bit less- alright, shut up, both of you!"
“Well, well, well.” Aldo’s voice made Kairn’s blood run cold. “I didn’t know Berwyk was starting himself a freak show,” Aldo proclaimed, fists on his hips. “Look, he’s already got himself a bearded lady.”
“Shut up,” said Kairn, but he could already see it dangling from Kinu’s outstretched hands, a the great frilly banner silhouetted against the dusty field.
“And what does every lady need?”
“A pretty dress!” The boys around him hooted as Kinu brought it forth.
Aldo snatched it from his hands and Kairn cringed. “Aw, look at that! Green this time. It matches her eyes.”
“Got a girl again, do you?” Reida leaned in over the sink.
Kairn swiped the razor across his jaw. “If you must know, yes.”
“You know, I can’t say I approve of the beds you go rolling in, but I do love it when you shave.”
Kairn caught both her toothy grin and his grimmace in the glass. “Why should you care if I’ve got whiskers or n- Ouch!”
“Did I say I cared about the beard? I said I like it when you shave.” She trailed a finger up over his cheek through the stream of blood.
“You’re sick.”
“You’re starting to look like a bear.” Shasa giggled. Even her laughter, on the rare occasions it surfaced, was starting to sound weak.
Kairn put on a look of mock indignance. “Well, pardon me if I’ve been spending too much time trying to feed and shelter us to shave. Besides, you‘ve seen what I can do to myself with a razor. I am not shaving with a hunting knife.”
“I’m only teasing, you know. I imagine I look a fright too.” She put a hand to her wild and matted curls.
Kairn smiled. “I promise we’ll find someplace civilized soon.”
“Here,” said Lyssa.
Kairn flinched as something gleaming came flying his way.
“A razor?” he said once it had landed safely on the floor. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, cringing at the rusty blade.
“All the posters have you looking fuzzy,” Lyssa said. “Take it off. All of it. This might help too.” A floppy, wide brimmed hat sailed from her hand.
Shamino caught that and toddled over to drop it on his head with a giggle.
“Really, Lyssa,” he said, peering up around the rim. “Who do you think this is fooling?”
“Tickles.” Lyssa murmured, her voice still thick from sleep. Her hand fumbled up around his chin and gave his cheek an awkward pat.
Kairn pulled back just enough to catch her heavily lidded eyes. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Was drunk las’ night.”
“Yes.” Under the covers, he gave her bare shoulders a squeeze. “And you’re completely coherent now, are you?”
“’m sober ‘nuff.” Her hand slid around the back of his head. “Kiss me again?”
“I thought you said it tickled.”
She answered with an altogether unattractive noise from the back of her throat. “Kiss me anyway.”
Head poked through the window, Reida stifled a laugh at Kairn’s jaw, pockmarked with bits of tissue as it was. “Mercenary bitch disapproves of the whiskers, does she?”
Kairn bit his tongue, then, “R-right,” he said.
She leaned in further, one brow raised. “She must be something special. I haven’t seen your chin in years.”
He picked a bloody paper off his cheek. “She is.”
“Why the dark looks, then?” She dug a cloth with a healing sigil on it from her pocket and Kairn gladly took it.
“Lyssa doesn’t give a damn about the beard. It…started going grey.”