Malt #3
FotD 03/11 - Ersatz and Pineapple #8. I Don't Want to Know
with Hot Fudge and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270's
Word Count : 263
Malt : ancient dare from Sara : Somebody says, "...I don't want to know."
Word of the Day : ersatz - Being a substitute or imitation, usually an inferior one.
So cheap, but this is where fotd took me.
“Paint’s in the drawer,” Reida called from the hall.
Kairn grabbed the handle to the top drawer and gave it a yank. “Do I dare…?” he muttered to himself, frowning at the jumbled collection of undergarments it revealed. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he thrust a hand into the drawer. He felt about the drawer, hoping to find a paint stick, waiting to be bitten or stung.
His fingers brushed something hard and smooth. He swept them together over a peak in the object and down across a series of soft ridges. He was just curling his hand around the side of it when Reida came into the room. “Not that drawer,” she said.
Not hearing her, Kairn slipped the item from the drawer and nearly dropped it when he found himself looking at his own face. “What is this?” he said, brandishing the clay mask as he spun to face her.
Reida skidded to a halt in front of him, laughing. “What’s it look like?”
“It looks like my face.”
“Well,” said Reida, plucking it from his grasp, “there’s your answer.”
“What sort of answer is that? What are you doing with my face in your drawer anyway?” He watched, bewildered, as she gently replaced the mask among the clothes. She shot him a toothy grin and he shuddered. “N-nevermind. I’ll just get the paint.”
He reached for the second drawer. “Not that one either,” she said, her grin widening. “Third drawer.”
Kairn froze, his hand in midair. “What’s in the- You know what, I don’t really want to know.”
In case that made no sense whatsoever, I always figured she'd just have to keep one of these for herself.
with Hot Fudge and Malt
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1270's
Word Count : 263
Malt : ancient dare from Sara : Somebody says, "...I don't want to know."
Word of the Day : ersatz - Being a substitute or imitation, usually an inferior one.
So cheap, but this is where fotd took me.
“Paint’s in the drawer,” Reida called from the hall.
Kairn grabbed the handle to the top drawer and gave it a yank. “Do I dare…?” he muttered to himself, frowning at the jumbled collection of undergarments it revealed. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he thrust a hand into the drawer. He felt about the drawer, hoping to find a paint stick, waiting to be bitten or stung.
His fingers brushed something hard and smooth. He swept them together over a peak in the object and down across a series of soft ridges. He was just curling his hand around the side of it when Reida came into the room. “Not that drawer,” she said.
Not hearing her, Kairn slipped the item from the drawer and nearly dropped it when he found himself looking at his own face. “What is this?” he said, brandishing the clay mask as he spun to face her.
Reida skidded to a halt in front of him, laughing. “What’s it look like?”
“It looks like my face.”
“Well,” said Reida, plucking it from his grasp, “there’s your answer.”
“What sort of answer is that? What are you doing with my face in your drawer anyway?” He watched, bewildered, as she gently replaced the mask among the clothes. She shot him a toothy grin and he shuddered. “N-nevermind. I’ll just get the paint.”
He reached for the second drawer. “Not that one either,” she said, her grin widening. “Third drawer.”
Kairn froze, his hand in midair. “What’s in the- You know what, I don’t really want to know.”
In case that made no sense whatsoever, I always figured she'd just have to keep one of these for herself.