Flash Fiction #3
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n_wilkinsonFor mandalee1013
Prompt: Azriel/Kieran, awakened with a kiss
Universe: Infinity's End. Warnings: Slashy kiss, hints of something more
Blank paper. Or an endless grassy field, with the blue sky stretching out in all directions above it, the grain swaying in the wind, a stray cloud floating by. Or the raucous pulse of a waterfall as it crashes on the rock below, spray flecking into the air, sun glinting through and creating a rainbow.
Or, better still, the ebb and flow of the air currents. The breath of the earth as it dances and tickles the trees. The way it ghosts around him, guiding him. The way his magic flows with it.
The press of something warm and soft on his lips, the faint scent of cherries and beneath that, something bitter and sharp, like flashpowder only a bit more potent. The sound of familiar laughter, and fingers carding through his hair, and then familiar weight that plops down in his lap.
Azriel's eyes snap open as he's shoved out of his meditative state, completely unsurprised to find that his personal space has been invaded as he stares into laughing gray eyes.
His shoulders slump out of meditative state. “Kieran--”
Those familiar lips attack again, claiming Azriel's own and stealing his words. Kieran's tongue flicks against his, reigniting the taste of cherry, as Kieran's arms slid around Azriel tugging him closer. As though he isn't already planted in Azriel's lap.
“Good morning,” Kieran says against his lips, full of mischief as always.
Azriel raises a brow. “It's late afternoon,” he replies dryly. “And I was meditating.”
“Really? Because I just woke up.” Kieran's fingers toyed with the hairs at Azriel's nape, a light touch that sent sensation dancing down Azriel's spine. “Besides, I didn't think you'd mind a distraction.”
His breath hitches. “I should be angry with you,” Azriel says, but his hands find Kieran's legs of their own accord, sliding upward toward his groin.
Kieran scoffs. “Have you ever been genuinely angry with me?”
“I'm sure there was a time or two,” Azriel murmurs, casting a glance at their door. Not that visitors generally barged in on them, but it never hurt to be careful.
“I locked it,” Kieran says, noticing his look. “So let me take care of distracting you now, before we get to business later.”
Azriel, for his part, sees no reason to argue.
Or, better still, the ebb and flow of the air currents. The breath of the earth as it dances and tickles the trees. The way it ghosts around him, guiding him. The way his magic flows with it.
The press of something warm and soft on his lips, the faint scent of cherries and beneath that, something bitter and sharp, like flashpowder only a bit more potent. The sound of familiar laughter, and fingers carding through his hair, and then familiar weight that plops down in his lap.
Azriel's eyes snap open as he's shoved out of his meditative state, completely unsurprised to find that his personal space has been invaded as he stares into laughing gray eyes.
His shoulders slump out of meditative state. “Kieran--”
Those familiar lips attack again, claiming Azriel's own and stealing his words. Kieran's tongue flicks against his, reigniting the taste of cherry, as Kieran's arms slid around Azriel tugging him closer. As though he isn't already planted in Azriel's lap.
“Good morning,” Kieran says against his lips, full of mischief as always.
Azriel raises a brow. “It's late afternoon,” he replies dryly. “And I was meditating.”
“Really? Because I just woke up.” Kieran's fingers toyed with the hairs at Azriel's nape, a light touch that sent sensation dancing down Azriel's spine. “Besides, I didn't think you'd mind a distraction.”
His breath hitches. “I should be angry with you,” Azriel says, but his hands find Kieran's legs of their own accord, sliding upward toward his groin.
Kieran scoffs. “Have you ever been genuinely angry with me?”
“I'm sure there was a time or two,” Azriel murmurs, casting a glance at their door. Not that visitors generally barged in on them, but it never hurt to be careful.
“I locked it,” Kieran says, noticing his look. “So let me take care of distracting you now, before we get to business later.”
Azriel, for his part, sees no reason to argue.
For cancer69heart
Prompt: Rivalen/Chelan, making Ciara realize her place
Universe: The Mimickers. Warnings: hints of slash, mild threats, kinda dark
When the shadow darkens his doorway, it is all Chelan can do not to wrinkle his nose with dismay. Instead, he curls his lips in imitation of a congenial greeting and tilts his head. “Ken I help ye?”
Ciara smiles at him, her expression even more fake than his own as her gaze sweeps curiously through his room. “Actually, I was looking for Rivalen. Have you seen him?”
The fur down his spine rises, like his very distant ancestors, and Chelan forces it to smooth back down. “He's probably in th' library. Why?”
“No reason.” Her nonchalance is as fake as the rest of her. Green eyes watch Chelan intently. “I didn't know you had a green thumb.”
Chelan glances down at the small flowerpot and the plant growing within it, the only flower he has ever found a use for. “I donnae. This, however, be a special plant.”
“What is it?” She comes further inside, uninvited, but then Ciara has always done a very good job of inviting herself places.
Chelan's lips curl over his pointed teeth, a very feral grin. “I'm surprised ye donnae recognize it. Bein' fair, it was in a different form last ya saw it.”
Ciara peers at the leafy plant, which carries the vaguest hint of juniper scent. “Hmm. It's not familiar.”
Clawed fingers carefully pluck one of the leaves free, waving it toward the magic-user. “Not right now. But it be the same plant that Danam used ta keep yer magic trapped.”
Her eyes widen with understanding and he notes she takes a single, seemingly unconscious step backward. “I... see.”
Chelan tilts his head, holding the stem of the leaf and twirling it around and around as he watches it closely. “It's actually nae that hard ta come by. I keep it here. Just in case.”
“In case of what?” Ciara asks, but when he glances at her, Chelan knows that she's starting to get it.
“It's better if ya donnae give me a reason ta find out.” He tosses the leaf and catches it again, crushing it in his palm. “I seem ta remember ya were lookin' fer Rivalen?”
Ciara takes another step backward, her eyes narrowing but the intimidation failing in the wake of the echoes of her trepidation. “Perhaps I'll find him later. It was nice talking to you Chelan.” She leaves too quickly to be casual, and Chelan smirks. Lesson learned.
Ciara smiles at him, her expression even more fake than his own as her gaze sweeps curiously through his room. “Actually, I was looking for Rivalen. Have you seen him?”
The fur down his spine rises, like his very distant ancestors, and Chelan forces it to smooth back down. “He's probably in th' library. Why?”
“No reason.” Her nonchalance is as fake as the rest of her. Green eyes watch Chelan intently. “I didn't know you had a green thumb.”
Chelan glances down at the small flowerpot and the plant growing within it, the only flower he has ever found a use for. “I donnae. This, however, be a special plant.”
“What is it?” She comes further inside, uninvited, but then Ciara has always done a very good job of inviting herself places.
Chelan's lips curl over his pointed teeth, a very feral grin. “I'm surprised ye donnae recognize it. Bein' fair, it was in a different form last ya saw it.”
Ciara peers at the leafy plant, which carries the vaguest hint of juniper scent. “Hmm. It's not familiar.”
Clawed fingers carefully pluck one of the leaves free, waving it toward the magic-user. “Not right now. But it be the same plant that Danam used ta keep yer magic trapped.”
Her eyes widen with understanding and he notes she takes a single, seemingly unconscious step backward. “I... see.”
Chelan tilts his head, holding the stem of the leaf and twirling it around and around as he watches it closely. “It's actually nae that hard ta come by. I keep it here. Just in case.”
“In case of what?” Ciara asks, but when he glances at her, Chelan knows that she's starting to get it.
“It's better if ya donnae give me a reason ta find out.” He tosses the leaf and catches it again, crushing it in his palm. “I seem ta remember ya were lookin' fer Rivalen?”
Ciara takes another step backward, her eyes narrowing but the intimidation failing in the wake of the echoes of her trepidation. “Perhaps I'll find him later. It was nice talking to you Chelan.” She leaves too quickly to be casual, and Chelan smirks. Lesson learned.
