Random Challenge #8
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Title~ Attack of the Muses
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Yan's mine and so're the muses
Notes~ Doing these: "Yan and a pink hair ribbon in front of a mirror" set by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xella. Wasn't quite sure whether this should go here or in the blurty, since it's got a YC character, but not actually in Tsyllaes. Muses aren't from Tsyllaes either. Pfft, it fits =P
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Yan sighed heavily as his eyes ran over the words in the newspaper he was reading. The sound was obviously one of annoyance, a clear warning to the suppressed giggling from behind his chair to shut up and/or go away.
He could tell by the belated ‘shh!’ that the gigglers had heard and understood the warning, but they refused to heed it.
After one particularly loud giggle, he flipped down the top of his newspaper, glaring squarely at the grinning purple face of Cerita the muse. She hovered just out of arm’s reach, arms behind her back, obviously hiding something.
“What?” the fallen king demanded dourly.
Cherry didn’t say anything, nor did she change that innocuous, mischievous grin that seemed to be a permanent fixture to her face. Instead, she whipped a mirror from behind her back, causing an eruption of laughter from behind Yan’s chair.
Yan blinked slowly, then picked the bright pink bow from his hair in the same way one might pick a dead fly from the windowsill. Holding the ribbon between his index and middle finger, he raised his eyebrows at the sniggering muse. Why was it that in Raykin, merely the mention of his name made people shrink back in fear, but here, the only person he was able to scare was a cat girl paranoid of weapons, regardless of who they were held by?
He sighed that warning sigh again, meticulously folding his paper and laying it on the coffee table, then lashed out with one arm, catching the silver-haired muse by surprise.
Both muses squealed out in horror. Mempi darted up from behind the chair. “Let her go!”
“Let me read in peace,” the fallen king replied firmly, tying the ribbon around Cherry’s neck—not tight enough to strangle her, just enough to make her worry a bit. Or so he hoped.
As soon as Yan’s fingers released her, Cherry shot away from the king, then both muses whizzed away, still giggling at each other.
Yan sighed again, though this time it was a sigh of thin tolerance. He’d have this household fearing him eventually. Maybe.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Yan's mine and so're the muses
Notes~ Doing these: "Yan and a pink hair ribbon in front of a mirror" set by
xella. Wasn't quite sure whether this should go here or in the blurty, since it's got a YC character, but not actually in Tsyllaes. Muses aren't from Tsyllaes either. Pfft, it fits =PYan sighed heavily as his eyes ran over the words in the newspaper he was reading. The sound was obviously one of annoyance, a clear warning to the suppressed giggling from behind his chair to shut up and/or go away.
He could tell by the belated ‘shh!’ that the gigglers had heard and understood the warning, but they refused to heed it.
After one particularly loud giggle, he flipped down the top of his newspaper, glaring squarely at the grinning purple face of Cerita the muse. She hovered just out of arm’s reach, arms behind her back, obviously hiding something.
“What?” the fallen king demanded dourly.
Cherry didn’t say anything, nor did she change that innocuous, mischievous grin that seemed to be a permanent fixture to her face. Instead, she whipped a mirror from behind her back, causing an eruption of laughter from behind Yan’s chair.
Yan blinked slowly, then picked the bright pink bow from his hair in the same way one might pick a dead fly from the windowsill. Holding the ribbon between his index and middle finger, he raised his eyebrows at the sniggering muse. Why was it that in Raykin, merely the mention of his name made people shrink back in fear, but here, the only person he was able to scare was a cat girl paranoid of weapons, regardless of who they were held by?
He sighed that warning sigh again, meticulously folding his paper and laying it on the coffee table, then lashed out with one arm, catching the silver-haired muse by surprise.
Both muses squealed out in horror. Mempi darted up from behind the chair. “Let her go!”
“Let me read in peace,” the fallen king replied firmly, tying the ribbon around Cherry’s neck—not tight enough to strangle her, just enough to make her worry a bit. Or so he hoped.
As soon as Yan’s fingers released her, Cherry shot away from the king, then both muses whizzed away, still giggling at each other.
Yan sighed again, though this time it was a sigh of thin tolerance. He’d have this household fearing him eventually. Maybe.