kawa~ inspiration #136
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Title~ Needle
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 136. I don't write these two often enough, really XD They're such a bizarre pair, but they're fun X3
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Inel sighed happily as he laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed back into the deck chair. Maybe it was uncomfortably humid in this part of the country, but at least it was warm enough to relax up here. That, and it was going to be his last chance to relax before they were due to set off again tomorrow.
Just as he was about to drift off in the early afternoon sunlight, a high-pitched whining sounded in his right ear. The paluman’s brow creased, and he let out pained groan as the mosquito buzzed around his head. As soon as he opened his eyes to search for and kill the annoying little insect, it was gone. He glanced around lazily for a moment, but quickly gave up. Even if he did spot it, they were always impossibly quick at this time of year.
He settled back in the deckchair again, listening to the noisy but strangely relaxing Kazinian rainforest around him, until a sharp pain stung his arm. He jerked at the sting, slapping instinctively at where the mosquito had bitten him, but of course it had buzzed on, hovering tantalisingly out of his reach.
“Aeia-damned, end of season insects,” he muttered. How the Kazinians could complain about Raykin’s flies when they had these things to deal with, he had no idea.
He heard heavy footsteps approaching from inside, but didn’t need to turn to see who it was.
Anganur slid the heavy door aside and stepped out onto the balcony, making for his own deckchair.
“Door, quael,” Inel waned him. “You’re the one who’ll complain about mozzie bites tomorrow morning if you don’t.”
The other orange shirt sighed heavily and heaved the door closed with more effort than was necessary, then dropped himself down into one of the other chairs on the balcony. “Ow,” he said succinctly.
Inel cracked his eyes half-open to see his fellow stickman rubbing his upper arm with his left hand. “What did you…? Oh, no.” Inel shook his head slowly, grimacing at Anganur’s arm. “You didn’t.”
Anganur grinned broadly. “That’ll be ten gold pieces, quael.”
“Lin’s blood… Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Oh, yeah,” the bearded warrior said off-handedly, “hence the ‘ow’.”
Inel rolled his eyes, but leaned forwards to look at his friend’s new tattoo. It was a spinifex tiger, the same design as on the guard of his sword, just as he’d said he would. It even had its tail curled around a yellow ball like the topaz in his sword.
“You know the General said we’re leaving tomorrow, don’t you?”
Anganur nodded. “Mhmm.”
“You’re an idiot,” Inel said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Can you even lift your palu?”
“Yeah, but I think I’ll have to go left-handed swordie for a week or so.”
“A week?”
The tattooed man shrugged, inspecting his new mark for probably the hundredth time since he’d gotten it.
“You’re an idiot,” Inel repeated, then rested back into his deckchair. Suddenly, mozzie bites weren’t looking quite so painful.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 136. I don't write these two often enough, really XD They're such a bizarre pair, but they're fun X3
Inel sighed happily as he laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed back into the deck chair. Maybe it was uncomfortably humid in this part of the country, but at least it was warm enough to relax up here. That, and it was going to be his last chance to relax before they were due to set off again tomorrow.
Just as he was about to drift off in the early afternoon sunlight, a high-pitched whining sounded in his right ear. The paluman’s brow creased, and he let out pained groan as the mosquito buzzed around his head. As soon as he opened his eyes to search for and kill the annoying little insect, it was gone. He glanced around lazily for a moment, but quickly gave up. Even if he did spot it, they were always impossibly quick at this time of year.
He settled back in the deckchair again, listening to the noisy but strangely relaxing Kazinian rainforest around him, until a sharp pain stung his arm. He jerked at the sting, slapping instinctively at where the mosquito had bitten him, but of course it had buzzed on, hovering tantalisingly out of his reach.
“Aeia-damned, end of season insects,” he muttered. How the Kazinians could complain about Raykin’s flies when they had these things to deal with, he had no idea.
He heard heavy footsteps approaching from inside, but didn’t need to turn to see who it was.
Anganur slid the heavy door aside and stepped out onto the balcony, making for his own deckchair.
“Door, quael,” Inel waned him. “You’re the one who’ll complain about mozzie bites tomorrow morning if you don’t.”
The other orange shirt sighed heavily and heaved the door closed with more effort than was necessary, then dropped himself down into one of the other chairs on the balcony. “Ow,” he said succinctly.
Inel cracked his eyes half-open to see his fellow stickman rubbing his upper arm with his left hand. “What did you…? Oh, no.” Inel shook his head slowly, grimacing at Anganur’s arm. “You didn’t.”
Anganur grinned broadly. “That’ll be ten gold pieces, quael.”
“Lin’s blood… Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Oh, yeah,” the bearded warrior said off-handedly, “hence the ‘ow’.”
Inel rolled his eyes, but leaned forwards to look at his friend’s new tattoo. It was a spinifex tiger, the same design as on the guard of his sword, just as he’d said he would. It even had its tail curled around a yellow ball like the topaz in his sword.
“You know the General said we’re leaving tomorrow, don’t you?”
Anganur nodded. “Mhmm.”
“You’re an idiot,” Inel said with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Can you even lift your palu?”
“Yeah, but I think I’ll have to go left-handed swordie for a week or so.”
“A week?”
The tattooed man shrugged, inspecting his new mark for probably the hundredth time since he’d gotten it.
“You’re an idiot,” Inel repeated, then rested back into his deckchair. Suddenly, mozzie bites weren’t looking quite so painful.
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Date: 2006-06-14 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 05:04 pm (UTC)I don't want to even know~~~ how Kazinians do tattoos ._. They probably inject him with, like, poison or something.
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Date: 2006-06-14 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 05:05 pm (UTC)