the Ski/Rune/Lyssa Triangle
Chocolate #2. Jealousy
Rating : PG
Timeframe : spring 1256
Sly wanted to know what Ski thought of Rune/Lyssa. I was tempted to carry it on, but Marty (who might as well be Rune) said it was done, and I have to agree
Ski curled her fingers around the stone and ran it down the length of her blade with a satisfyingly loud rasp. The creak of the door behind her and the steady crunch of leaves under feet told her she was no longer alone in the garden. A glance over her shoulder confirmed that it was Rune who had come to join her. Making a point of not allowing her eyes to linger on him long enough to meet his, she made another pass with the stone.
“I expect this sort of behavior from Lyssa,” she said, when it became clear Rune was not about to leave. “But you?”
“What?” said Rune, his tone no less accusatory than her own.
That was something she hadn‘t expected. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, wondering how it was that the situation should call for explaination. “Every time I turn around, the two of you are all over each other. I feel as if I am invading your privacy, if either one of you knows what such a thing is.”
Rune folded his arms across his chest and returned her scowl. “Apparently no better than you do.”
“What?” One hand dropped the stone, while the other tightened over the weapon’s hilt.
“I seem to remember the door being shut.”
“So I am to blame?” she rose to her feet, the sword still in her grasp. “As I recall, I do live here. Am I to announce my presence every time I enter a room, so as not to find you groping my sister?”
Rune took a step back, his eyes on the newly sharpened blade that was now taking random slices at the air as she spoke. “If you find it so offensive-”
“Oh, my fault again,” she said, bending to retrieve the scabbard from the ground. “How unreasonable of me not to wish to see the two of you pawing each other day and night, or to wonder which parts remain of my home that you have yet to substitute for what is a perfectly good bed!” The blade slid into place with a loud slap.
Ski stalked past Rune, quite pleased with the deep shade of crimson that had flooded his cheeks and the way his mouth hung open, silently chewing the air.
Rating : PG
Timeframe : spring 1256
Sly wanted to know what Ski thought of Rune/Lyssa. I was tempted to carry it on, but Marty (who might as well be Rune) said it was done, and I have to agree
Ski curled her fingers around the stone and ran it down the length of her blade with a satisfyingly loud rasp. The creak of the door behind her and the steady crunch of leaves under feet told her she was no longer alone in the garden. A glance over her shoulder confirmed that it was Rune who had come to join her. Making a point of not allowing her eyes to linger on him long enough to meet his, she made another pass with the stone.
“I expect this sort of behavior from Lyssa,” she said, when it became clear Rune was not about to leave. “But you?”
“What?” said Rune, his tone no less accusatory than her own.
That was something she hadn‘t expected. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to face him, wondering how it was that the situation should call for explaination. “Every time I turn around, the two of you are all over each other. I feel as if I am invading your privacy, if either one of you knows what such a thing is.”
Rune folded his arms across his chest and returned her scowl. “Apparently no better than you do.”
“What?” One hand dropped the stone, while the other tightened over the weapon’s hilt.
“I seem to remember the door being shut.”
“So I am to blame?” she rose to her feet, the sword still in her grasp. “As I recall, I do live here. Am I to announce my presence every time I enter a room, so as not to find you groping my sister?”
Rune took a step back, his eyes on the newly sharpened blade that was now taking random slices at the air as she spoke. “If you find it so offensive-”
“Oh, my fault again,” she said, bending to retrieve the scabbard from the ground. “How unreasonable of me not to wish to see the two of you pawing each other day and night, or to wonder which parts remain of my home that you have yet to substitute for what is a perfectly good bed!” The blade slid into place with a loud slap.
Ski stalked past Rune, quite pleased with the deep shade of crimson that had flooded his cheeks and the way his mouth hung open, silently chewing the air.