Genesis 122
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Title~ Bastard
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Anyone want him? Anybody? ....Do I seriously have to claim him? .-.
Notes~ Genesis 122. Introduction fic for Kaen, one of the two blade archers of the King's Own. This is one of the angriest things I've ever written, and it took me a good half hour just to do the last couple of lines. This is 529 words of "OMFG I WANT TO STICK A SAUSAGE DOWN YOUR THROAT AND A STARVING DOG UP YOUR ARSE, THEN SHOOT YOU IN THE NUTS." I mean it. Kaen is a bastard of the worst kind.
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Kaen had his brow set in a frown of concentration as he worked his blade against the whetstone, the sharp grinding sound rhythmic in his ears. It was such a constant background noise that he was half-surprised that it stopped when he removed his dagger to inspect its fine edge. He brushed the milky mixture from the blade, then ran one finger so lightly over the sharpened edge that he could barely feel it. His frown deepened when his finger came away without a trace of blood, then he pressed the dagger back against the whetstone.
Two delicate hands began massaging his shoulders, working out the tension that he hadn’t noticed growing there.
‘Come to bed,’ Mali murmured, her voice soft and warm against his bare skin as her fingers. ‘You’ve got a whole month to sharpen them on the way up to Kazin. You’ve only got me for tonight.’
Kaen felt hot goosebumps wash over his skin as she pressed her breasts against his back. The sound of steel against stone slowed momentarily, jerking him out of his thoughts and back to the task at hand. He couldn’t lose concentration, otherwise he might ruin the blade.
Mali was smoothly working her legs in around his.
Without turning his head, he flicked the dagger around in his fingers and held it up under her chin. He grinned as her body froze against his, and a sharp gasp escaped from her mouth. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as her veins pulsed against the blade. He pushed the dagger back slowly and smoothly, peeling Mali from his person.
‘This is the last one,’ he told her when she had pulled herself from the blade, but he held it there for a few moments longer as a warning. ‘Patience.’
He flicked the dagger easily back around again and set it back against the stone. His eyebrows rose in mild surprise at the slight reddish tinge the blade added to the creamy mixture. Clearly it was sharper than he’d expected. He tested it again with his finger. Better, but not good enough.
‘Why do you have so many?’ Mali asked, inspecting the finished collection of silver knives, glinting golden in the firelight.
Kaen stopped again, eyes flicking to his knives to make sure she didn’t touch them. ‘They all have different purposes.’
Mali nodded, holding her hair back so she could look at them closer. ‘What’s the triangle one for?’
Kaen caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, a hand flitting out to brush at one of the knives.
The blade archer was instantly on his feet, dagger pointed between Mali’s dinner-plate eyes. With the same smooth movements he forced her to slide off the bed and stand up.
‘I didn’t touch them, I promise! Look at them!’ She pointed at the knives with a nervous flick of her eyes. ‘No fingerprints, I promise!’
‘No? But you were going to.’
‘No! I wasn’t! I promise, Kaen, please!’
The Own rider held his dagger steady for a moment, then flipped it around to thump its pommel into her temple.
‘Don’t even breathe on them, understand?’
Mali nodded without a word.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Anyone want him? Anybody? ....Do I seriously have to claim him? .-.
Notes~ Genesis 122. Introduction fic for Kaen, one of the two blade archers of the King's Own. This is one of the angriest things I've ever written, and it took me a good half hour just to do the last couple of lines. This is 529 words of "OMFG I WANT TO STICK A SAUSAGE DOWN YOUR THROAT AND A STARVING DOG UP YOUR ARSE, THEN SHOOT YOU IN THE NUTS." I mean it. Kaen is a bastard of the worst kind.
Kaen had his brow set in a frown of concentration as he worked his blade against the whetstone, the sharp grinding sound rhythmic in his ears. It was such a constant background noise that he was half-surprised that it stopped when he removed his dagger to inspect its fine edge. He brushed the milky mixture from the blade, then ran one finger so lightly over the sharpened edge that he could barely feel it. His frown deepened when his finger came away without a trace of blood, then he pressed the dagger back against the whetstone.
Two delicate hands began massaging his shoulders, working out the tension that he hadn’t noticed growing there.
‘Come to bed,’ Mali murmured, her voice soft and warm against his bare skin as her fingers. ‘You’ve got a whole month to sharpen them on the way up to Kazin. You’ve only got me for tonight.’
Kaen felt hot goosebumps wash over his skin as she pressed her breasts against his back. The sound of steel against stone slowed momentarily, jerking him out of his thoughts and back to the task at hand. He couldn’t lose concentration, otherwise he might ruin the blade.
Mali was smoothly working her legs in around his.
Without turning his head, he flicked the dagger around in his fingers and held it up under her chin. He grinned as her body froze against his, and a sharp gasp escaped from her mouth. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as her veins pulsed against the blade. He pushed the dagger back slowly and smoothly, peeling Mali from his person.
‘This is the last one,’ he told her when she had pulled herself from the blade, but he held it there for a few moments longer as a warning. ‘Patience.’
He flicked the dagger easily back around again and set it back against the stone. His eyebrows rose in mild surprise at the slight reddish tinge the blade added to the creamy mixture. Clearly it was sharper than he’d expected. He tested it again with his finger. Better, but not good enough.
‘Why do you have so many?’ Mali asked, inspecting the finished collection of silver knives, glinting golden in the firelight.
Kaen stopped again, eyes flicking to his knives to make sure she didn’t touch them. ‘They all have different purposes.’
Mali nodded, holding her hair back so she could look at them closer. ‘What’s the triangle one for?’
Kaen caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, a hand flitting out to brush at one of the knives.
The blade archer was instantly on his feet, dagger pointed between Mali’s dinner-plate eyes. With the same smooth movements he forced her to slide off the bed and stand up.
‘I didn’t touch them, I promise! Look at them!’ She pointed at the knives with a nervous flick of her eyes. ‘No fingerprints, I promise!’
‘No? But you were going to.’
‘No! I wasn’t! I promise, Kaen, please!’
The Own rider held his dagger steady for a moment, then flipped it around to thump its pommel into her temple.
‘Don’t even breathe on them, understand?’
Mali nodded without a word.
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Date: 2006-08-27 06:42 pm (UTC)(but damn I love the bastards...)
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Date: 2006-08-27 06:57 pm (UTC)*cuddles Yoryl away from him*
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:23 am (UTC)Kurae: I'll save you from the evil overlording bastard! *whisks away*
Yoryl: *uke!blush* *squees*
Kaen: *deaded*
[/Kurae mind theatre]
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:26 am (UTC)Ifnwhen they do tho? He'll be uncermoniously dumped from the Own and into the dungeons *nods firmly*
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