Two TLR ficlets
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clonechildFor cypher, for whom I'd write something about Khrynia. In the end, that became two little things, neither of them being drabbles (I know, I fail). Two because Rush took the first one over, although Khrynia's still in it.
Characters: Rush, Khrynia, David, with mentions of several other characters. Hinted at David/Rush, Khrynia/Sheryl and Leticia/Neo.
Warnings: the usual. also the ending feels off to me. too abrubt :/
word count: ~730
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It had happened when Dave had been trying to teach him about Athlum's special holidays. Just when Rush finally felt like he understood every little detail about the Flower Festival and what it had to do with the arrival of the Valeria Heart, Khrynia interrupted them, exclaiming, 'You should, like, totally come with us to the Students' Celebration!'
Rush blinked at her. 'The Students' Celebration?'
'Yeah!' Like it explained everything.
'Ah,' Dave said, laughing awkwardly. 'The Students' Celebration is a two-day holiday in Melphina. Pagus told you Melphina is a scholar's town, right? Anyway, during the Celebration orchestras and dancing troupes fill the town. It's supposed to heighten focus.'
'It's, like, so amazing!' Khrynia added. 'I go like every year! And Sheryl is going with me this year. You and Irina should join us, it'd be, like, so awesome!'
'Why am I not surprised the two of them like it,' Emmy muttered under her breath. Then, louder, 'You'd better tell your sister to keep up her weapon practice, Rush. I won't have her skills deteriorating just because you like to go to a festival.'
'Uh,' Rush said. 'Sure, okay. Hey, Dave, is it alright if we go to that festival? ..Uh, when exactly is it?'
Dave smiled at him, slow and warm and for a moment Rush forgot there were other people in the room. 'It's all right, Rush. The Students' Celebration starts over three weeks. If you leave next week you should make it with time to spare.'
'Oooh, this is gonna be thirty-five flavours of fabulous!' Khrynia pumped her fist in the air and almost knocked her hat off. 'The Celebration is, like, the height of cultural events! Awesome!'
Dave gave her another awkward smile, the smile that Rush had learned (through trial and error) meant that he thought you were speaking nonsense but was to polite to call you out on it. To Rush he said, 'Don't forget a mattress.'
'Oh, good call, Davey! I, like, almost forgot that!'
A mattress? Just as Rush opened his mouth to ask, Khrynia gave him a radiant smile. 'You'll see! It's totally something that you need to experience for yourself! Don't, like, spoil it all!'
– – –
Three weeks later, Rush was lying flat on his back in one of Melphina's tiny squares, his mattress surrounded on all sides by other mattresses. Irina was curled up by his legs, her head on one of his calves, her ankles dangling off the mattress next to his. Khrynia's head was resting on Sheryl's stomach and her legs stretched out just above Rush' head, while Sheryl herself was lying much as Rush did. All in all, it was quite comfortable for four people lying in the space meant for two.
All around them, people were lying around in much the same manner, nodding off to the sleepy music played by the small orchestra on the podium in the middle of the square. A yama was curled up against a statue of Melphina's founder, her little qsiti friend held carefully in her scaled arms. The crowd consisted of mostly mitra, yama and qsiti though Rush had seen a sovani or two, who had haughtily held themselves apart in the crowd. Khrynia had invited Leucetius on account of Melphina being his homebase, but the young sovani had hastily declined after Torgal had aimed a piercing look in their general direction.
'Hey, Rush!' a voice called out, and he looked up to see a mitra female dressed in the ceremonial robes of a Maiden pick her way gingerly through the crowd, careful not to accidentally step on someone. She was followed by a yama Knight, who had a lot more trouble with the packed square.
'Oh, hey!' Rush called out. 'Leticia, Neo! It's good to see you!' They waved back.
'Oh, like, be quiet,' Khrynia moaned. 'I'm totally trying to sleep here, you know!'
'What?' Sheryl tried to raise her head, then let it fall to her pillow again. 'It's the Students' Celebration, Khrynia! The music's supposed to raise your focus and make you go into a meditative state, with the Blue Elf boosting your concentration! It's not for sleeping!'
'Oh boo. I, like, know that, I'm not totally stupid! It's just that the music makes me so sleepy.' Khrynia yawned and snuggled her face against Sheryl's stomach. 'I'm going to catch some shut-eye, wake me when either the world or the music ends, whatever comes first.'
– – –
And a small collection of words that can be read as a little follow-up tocypher's awesome fic Pride and Joy.
Characters: Khrynia, Sheryl, with mentions of others.
Khrynia/Sheryl, safe for work, in as much as reading fanfic is safe for work.
word count ~170
-- -- --
After the pride parade in Athlum ends, and Khrynia has exhausted her year's supply of glitter by throwing it all over Wyngale and Leucetius and then running like hell when they snarled and bared their teeth (Leucetius, although he quit when the marquis gave him a stern look) or tried to kill her (Wyngale, and he was only distracted when Emmy and Blocter started sparring in his path since he tried to kill them then, for blocking his way), and the streets of Athlum, that only an hour before had been packed with celebrating people are now empty, only littered with the remnants of food and wrappers, Sheryl wraps her arms around Khrynia's waist, not heeding all the glitter her girlfriend's still got on her since she herself is covered with it as well, and licks a slow line from her cheekbone to the corner of her pink mouth, catching the smile there as Khrynia strokes one hand down Sheryl's back, the other steadying her hat, which is larger and pinker than ever.
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cypher, for whom I'd write something about Khrynia. In the end, that became two little things, neither of them being drabbles (I know, I fail). Two because Rush took the first one over, although Khrynia's still in it.Characters: Rush, Khrynia, David, with mentions of several other characters. Hinted at David/Rush, Khrynia/Sheryl and Leticia/Neo.
Warnings: the usual. also the ending feels off to me. too abrubt :/
word count: ~730
– – –
It had happened when Dave had been trying to teach him about Athlum's special holidays. Just when Rush finally felt like he understood every little detail about the Flower Festival and what it had to do with the arrival of the Valeria Heart, Khrynia interrupted them, exclaiming, 'You should, like, totally come with us to the Students' Celebration!'
Rush blinked at her. 'The Students' Celebration?'
'Yeah!' Like it explained everything.
'Ah,' Dave said, laughing awkwardly. 'The Students' Celebration is a two-day holiday in Melphina. Pagus told you Melphina is a scholar's town, right? Anyway, during the Celebration orchestras and dancing troupes fill the town. It's supposed to heighten focus.'
'It's, like, so amazing!' Khrynia added. 'I go like every year! And Sheryl is going with me this year. You and Irina should join us, it'd be, like, so awesome!'
'Why am I not surprised the two of them like it,' Emmy muttered under her breath. Then, louder, 'You'd better tell your sister to keep up her weapon practice, Rush. I won't have her skills deteriorating just because you like to go to a festival.'
'Uh,' Rush said. 'Sure, okay. Hey, Dave, is it alright if we go to that festival? ..Uh, when exactly is it?'
Dave smiled at him, slow and warm and for a moment Rush forgot there were other people in the room. 'It's all right, Rush. The Students' Celebration starts over three weeks. If you leave next week you should make it with time to spare.'
'Oooh, this is gonna be thirty-five flavours of fabulous!' Khrynia pumped her fist in the air and almost knocked her hat off. 'The Celebration is, like, the height of cultural events! Awesome!'
Dave gave her another awkward smile, the smile that Rush had learned (through trial and error) meant that he thought you were speaking nonsense but was to polite to call you out on it. To Rush he said, 'Don't forget a mattress.'
'Oh, good call, Davey! I, like, almost forgot that!'
A mattress? Just as Rush opened his mouth to ask, Khrynia gave him a radiant smile. 'You'll see! It's totally something that you need to experience for yourself! Don't, like, spoil it all!'
– – –
Three weeks later, Rush was lying flat on his back in one of Melphina's tiny squares, his mattress surrounded on all sides by other mattresses. Irina was curled up by his legs, her head on one of his calves, her ankles dangling off the mattress next to his. Khrynia's head was resting on Sheryl's stomach and her legs stretched out just above Rush' head, while Sheryl herself was lying much as Rush did. All in all, it was quite comfortable for four people lying in the space meant for two.
All around them, people were lying around in much the same manner, nodding off to the sleepy music played by the small orchestra on the podium in the middle of the square. A yama was curled up against a statue of Melphina's founder, her little qsiti friend held carefully in her scaled arms. The crowd consisted of mostly mitra, yama and qsiti though Rush had seen a sovani or two, who had haughtily held themselves apart in the crowd. Khrynia had invited Leucetius on account of Melphina being his homebase, but the young sovani had hastily declined after Torgal had aimed a piercing look in their general direction.
'Hey, Rush!' a voice called out, and he looked up to see a mitra female dressed in the ceremonial robes of a Maiden pick her way gingerly through the crowd, careful not to accidentally step on someone. She was followed by a yama Knight, who had a lot more trouble with the packed square.
'Oh, hey!' Rush called out. 'Leticia, Neo! It's good to see you!' They waved back.
'Oh, like, be quiet,' Khrynia moaned. 'I'm totally trying to sleep here, you know!'
'What?' Sheryl tried to raise her head, then let it fall to her pillow again. 'It's the Students' Celebration, Khrynia! The music's supposed to raise your focus and make you go into a meditative state, with the Blue Elf boosting your concentration! It's not for sleeping!'
'Oh boo. I, like, know that, I'm not totally stupid! It's just that the music makes me so sleepy.' Khrynia yawned and snuggled her face against Sheryl's stomach. 'I'm going to catch some shut-eye, wake me when either the world or the music ends, whatever comes first.'
– – –
And a small collection of words that can be read as a little follow-up to
cypher's awesome fic Pride and Joy.Characters: Khrynia, Sheryl, with mentions of others.
Khrynia/Sheryl, safe for work, in as much as reading fanfic is safe for work.
word count ~170
-- -- --
After the pride parade in Athlum ends, and Khrynia has exhausted her year's supply of glitter by throwing it all over Wyngale and Leucetius and then running like hell when they snarled and bared their teeth (Leucetius, although he quit when the marquis gave him a stern look) or tried to kill her (Wyngale, and he was only distracted when Emmy and Blocter started sparring in his path since he tried to kill them then, for blocking his way), and the streets of Athlum, that only an hour before had been packed with celebrating people are now empty, only littered with the remnants of food and wrappers, Sheryl wraps her arms around Khrynia's waist, not heeding all the glitter her girlfriend's still got on her since she herself is covered with it as well, and licks a slow line from her cheekbone to the corner of her pink mouth, catching the smile there as Khrynia strokes one hand down Sheryl's back, the other steadying her hat, which is larger and pinker than ever.
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(no subject)
Date: 2010-12-01 04:02 am (UTC)They are adorable -- I love Khrynia's enthusiasm (and her total refusal to take anything seriously). And the image of her glittering down the sovani? Priceless. ^^
(no subject)
Date: 2010-12-01 09:14 am (UTC)Well, you provided that awesome idea of Khrynia running rampant with glitter, and Wyngale and Leucetius really need to learn to be able to take themselves less seriously...