kawa~ inspiration #59
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Title~ Stir Crazy
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 59. I could really do with a heatwave right now. Bloody freezing xX
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A heavy, resolute sigh came from where Nimay was lying, and Nolryn heard the shuffle of clothes and soft footsteps that meant she had stood up.
“You don’t plan on actually doing something, do you?” he asked, cracking his eyes open to stare at the swordswoman.
She stood with hands on hips, frowning at the door and obviously asking herself the same question. Eventually she shrugged and displayed her palms helplessly. Apparently she was indeed bored enough after a week of heatwave to do something more than flake out and roll over when the stone under her grew too hot.
The prince reluctantly pulled himself into a half-sitting position, resting back on his hands. “What might that be, exactly?”
Nimay raised an eyebrow and gave a lazy, condescending grin.
Nol shrugged. “So long as it’s not too active, I might be bored enough to join you.”
Nimay rolled her eyes and shook her head.
The archer yawned widely and rested back down on the stone. “Have fun with it, then,” he mumbled.
Nimay snorted briefly, then left. She returned a few minutes later, flopping down on the leather couch but making no further movements.
The prince opened his eyes again and trained them on the couch, where he could see Nimay’s sword resting beside her. The swordswoman herself had both arms splayed over the back of the couch and head rested right back to stare at the ceiling.
“Short-lived training session,” Nolryn commented.
Nimay poked her tongue out, then sighed again and picked her sword up, along with a whetstone she had brought from her room. Now the prince could see why she had rolled her eyes disdainfully. He hated cleaning and sharpening his sword.
He closed his eyes again as the rhythmic grinding of steel on whetstone began, pausing occasionally when Nimay inspected her blade. Nol shook his head briefly. Swordsmen were always over-obsessed with their weapons, he decided.
The grinding continued, and eventually Nol resorted to standing up and heading towards the doorway.
Nimay paused in her sword sharpening, and the prince could feel her inquisitive gaze on him. “Getting my sword,” he explained shortly, “Yes, I’m that bored.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 59. I could really do with a heatwave right now. Bloody freezing xX
A heavy, resolute sigh came from where Nimay was lying, and Nolryn heard the shuffle of clothes and soft footsteps that meant she had stood up.
“You don’t plan on actually doing something, do you?” he asked, cracking his eyes open to stare at the swordswoman.
She stood with hands on hips, frowning at the door and obviously asking herself the same question. Eventually she shrugged and displayed her palms helplessly. Apparently she was indeed bored enough after a week of heatwave to do something more than flake out and roll over when the stone under her grew too hot.
The prince reluctantly pulled himself into a half-sitting position, resting back on his hands. “What might that be, exactly?”
Nimay raised an eyebrow and gave a lazy, condescending grin.
Nol shrugged. “So long as it’s not too active, I might be bored enough to join you.”
Nimay rolled her eyes and shook her head.
The archer yawned widely and rested back down on the stone. “Have fun with it, then,” he mumbled.
Nimay snorted briefly, then left. She returned a few minutes later, flopping down on the leather couch but making no further movements.
The prince opened his eyes again and trained them on the couch, where he could see Nimay’s sword resting beside her. The swordswoman herself had both arms splayed over the back of the couch and head rested right back to stare at the ceiling.
“Short-lived training session,” Nolryn commented.
Nimay poked her tongue out, then sighed again and picked her sword up, along with a whetstone she had brought from her room. Now the prince could see why she had rolled her eyes disdainfully. He hated cleaning and sharpening his sword.
He closed his eyes again as the rhythmic grinding of steel on whetstone began, pausing occasionally when Nimay inspected her blade. Nol shook his head briefly. Swordsmen were always over-obsessed with their weapons, he decided.
The grinding continued, and eventually Nol resorted to standing up and heading towards the doorway.
Nimay paused in her sword sharpening, and the prince could feel her inquisitive gaze on him. “Getting my sword,” he explained shortly, “Yes, I’m that bored.”
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Date: 2005-05-17 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 08:25 pm (UTC)I'd've been disappointed if you hadn't picked that up ^.~