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Flavor of the Day 2/22/09 - Nocuous with Hot Fudge
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 263
Word of the Day : Nocuous - very hurtful; noxious
Ok, so the piece itself gets away from the word a bit, but it fits Kairn's underlying feelings about the subject, which I'm sure any of you that know them will get.
One line down, another across. Shasa let out a giggle. Kairn gritted his teeth as he caught sight of the pair of hands woven together round her middle and forced the quill back to the paper.
A slow swooping arc, not too broad, not too tight, so the tips meet with the lines already inscribed. He had his nose in her hair, pressed to her neck. The pen shook in his grip.
“Must you do that here?” He slammed the tip back into the ink, droplets of black splattering across the parchment.
Shasa raised a brow as Sethan dug his face from her curls with a grin that made Kairn's hair stand on end. “Jealous?” she said, her fingers slowly coiling themselves in Sethan’s hair, drawing him gently back to her.
Kairn pulled the pen free with a force that sent more ink flying. “I just miss my privacy,” he said. The quill hit the paper with a soft splat, laying a blot over his work. He drew out the next stroke with a frown while the two resumed their nuzzling. “If you’re going to let him paw you, you should keep it to yourselves. If anyone else saw-”
She laughed. “You have to know we know better than to do this in front of anyone but you.”
If they had any sense, they wouldn’t be doing it at all, but he’d given up on telling them that some time ago. “Could you pretend I’m someone else, then?” he said, with a last scowl at the botched sigil before he scratched it out.
Story : knights
Rating : PG
Timeframe : 1259
Word Count : 263
Word of the Day : Nocuous - very hurtful; noxious
Ok, so the piece itself gets away from the word a bit, but it fits Kairn's underlying feelings about the subject, which I'm sure any of you that know them will get.
One line down, another across. Shasa let out a giggle. Kairn gritted his teeth as he caught sight of the pair of hands woven together round her middle and forced the quill back to the paper.
A slow swooping arc, not too broad, not too tight, so the tips meet with the lines already inscribed. He had his nose in her hair, pressed to her neck. The pen shook in his grip.
“Must you do that here?” He slammed the tip back into the ink, droplets of black splattering across the parchment.
Shasa raised a brow as Sethan dug his face from her curls with a grin that made Kairn's hair stand on end. “Jealous?” she said, her fingers slowly coiling themselves in Sethan’s hair, drawing him gently back to her.
Kairn pulled the pen free with a force that sent more ink flying. “I just miss my privacy,” he said. The quill hit the paper with a soft splat, laying a blot over his work. He drew out the next stroke with a frown while the two resumed their nuzzling. “If you’re going to let him paw you, you should keep it to yourselves. If anyone else saw-”
She laughed. “You have to know we know better than to do this in front of anyone but you.”
If they had any sense, they wouldn’t be doing it at all, but he’d given up on telling them that some time ago. “Could you pretend I’m someone else, then?” he said, with a last scowl at the botched sigil before he scratched it out.