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Cotton Candy #24. Decoy with Hot Fudge
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1262
Word Count : 214
Sethan’s fingers rolled a slow drum across his arm as he glared across the room at the bed and the supposedly slumbering form within. He shook his head to no one but himself. The foolish waste of time. As if he couldn’t feel the lack of energy in the room. As if the oaf even resembled a heap of pillows stuffed beneath a sheet in the slightest. As if he was the one he needed to worry about waylaying.
With a sigh, he slipped back into the hall. The door slid gently shut behind him. He fingered the key in his pocket, weighing the merits of locking the door.
“Sethan?”
Turning on his heel to face the other, he forced his expression flat.
“Kinu.”
A massive hand closed forcefully over his shoulder.
“What brings you here?” said Sethan, eyes on the thick digits pressed to his collarbone.
“Why,” Kinu said, with a toothy grin, “thought I’d come get you, of course.”
“Oh?” His tone lay even while a flood of curses rose in his mind for Kinu and Tristan alike, with more than a few for himself for not having anticipated this.
“Yeah,” said Kinu, withdrawing his hand to slap it against Sethan’s back. “I suspect we’re both out to find the same thing.”
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1262
Word Count : 214
Sethan’s fingers rolled a slow drum across his arm as he glared across the room at the bed and the supposedly slumbering form within. He shook his head to no one but himself. The foolish waste of time. As if he couldn’t feel the lack of energy in the room. As if the oaf even resembled a heap of pillows stuffed beneath a sheet in the slightest. As if he was the one he needed to worry about waylaying.
With a sigh, he slipped back into the hall. The door slid gently shut behind him. He fingered the key in his pocket, weighing the merits of locking the door.
“Sethan?”
Turning on his heel to face the other, he forced his expression flat.
“Kinu.”
A massive hand closed forcefully over his shoulder.
“What brings you here?” said Sethan, eyes on the thick digits pressed to his collarbone.
“Why,” Kinu said, with a toothy grin, “thought I’d come get you, of course.”
“Oh?” His tone lay even while a flood of curses rose in his mind for Kinu and Tristan alike, with more than a few for himself for not having anticipated this.
“Yeah,” said Kinu, withdrawing his hand to slap it against Sethan’s back. “I suspect we’re both out to find the same thing.”