15min fic #110
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Title~ Image Editing
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 110. Lynnlita and Amyrallyn being typical sisters X3
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Lynnlita sucked in a deep breath, smoothed her hands over her stomach and looked sideways at herself in the mirror. She spun around the other way, lifting one arm up above her head and standing straighter. Finally she wrinkled her nose, let out her breath and slumped her shoulders, back to the mirror.
“Lynnlita is fat,” she declared.
Amyrallyn blinked back from her own mirror, where she was brushing her long hair before bed, then giggled in a most unhelpful manner, causing her younger sister to scowl darkly at her before seating herself down on her own bed opposite the older girl.
“Lynnlita is not fat,” Amyrallyn told her, tugging her brush through her hair again and grinning knowingly at the young princess.
“She is!” Lynnlita insisted, smoothing the front of her nightgown again. “Not even the tightest corset in Llayad could hide it.”
The older girl sighed heavily, her lips pursed. Finally, she set her brush aside and moved over to where her sister sat, hugging one arm around her shoulders. “Lynnlita is a beautiful young lady,” she said sternly, “And a fine prize for any man. What kind of man would wish to marry a stick insect, hmm? Curves are far more attractive to a man than sharp bones and ribs sticking out at him, and no woman Amyrallyn knows has finer curves than her dearest little sister.”
Lynnlita grinned and giggled at the older girl’s ravings, then glanced mischievously out of the corner of her eye. “She certainly has finer curves than Amyrallyn,” she said slyly.
Amyrallyn gasped and started backwards, her free hand on her chest in mock offence. Lynnlita was just barely able to snap her arms up in time to stop the barrage of cushions Amyrallyn attacked her with.
She squealed loudly, searching blindly with one hand for a cushion with which to launch a counter-offensive, while still holding the other hand up to defend against the pillow attacks. Finally her hand grasped around the leg of one of her stuffed animals, and she whipped it around to smack her sister square in the back of her head.
Amyrallyn gasped again, ceasing her attack. “Amyrallyn will have to brush her hair again!” she said in horror, but Lynnlita could see an evil glint in her eye that she was sure mirrored her own.
She cocked her eyebrows just barely, then swung again with the stuffed elephant. Image problems could wait until morning.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 110. Lynnlita and Amyrallyn being typical sisters X3
Lynnlita sucked in a deep breath, smoothed her hands over her stomach and looked sideways at herself in the mirror. She spun around the other way, lifting one arm up above her head and standing straighter. Finally she wrinkled her nose, let out her breath and slumped her shoulders, back to the mirror.
“Lynnlita is fat,” she declared.
Amyrallyn blinked back from her own mirror, where she was brushing her long hair before bed, then giggled in a most unhelpful manner, causing her younger sister to scowl darkly at her before seating herself down on her own bed opposite the older girl.
“Lynnlita is not fat,” Amyrallyn told her, tugging her brush through her hair again and grinning knowingly at the young princess.
“She is!” Lynnlita insisted, smoothing the front of her nightgown again. “Not even the tightest corset in Llayad could hide it.”
The older girl sighed heavily, her lips pursed. Finally, she set her brush aside and moved over to where her sister sat, hugging one arm around her shoulders. “Lynnlita is a beautiful young lady,” she said sternly, “And a fine prize for any man. What kind of man would wish to marry a stick insect, hmm? Curves are far more attractive to a man than sharp bones and ribs sticking out at him, and no woman Amyrallyn knows has finer curves than her dearest little sister.”
Lynnlita grinned and giggled at the older girl’s ravings, then glanced mischievously out of the corner of her eye. “She certainly has finer curves than Amyrallyn,” she said slyly.
Amyrallyn gasped and started backwards, her free hand on her chest in mock offence. Lynnlita was just barely able to snap her arms up in time to stop the barrage of cushions Amyrallyn attacked her with.
She squealed loudly, searching blindly with one hand for a cushion with which to launch a counter-offensive, while still holding the other hand up to defend against the pillow attacks. Finally her hand grasped around the leg of one of her stuffed animals, and she whipped it around to smack her sister square in the back of her head.
Amyrallyn gasped again, ceasing her attack. “Amyrallyn will have to brush her hair again!” she said in horror, but Lynnlita could see an evil glint in her eye that she was sure mirrored her own.
She cocked her eyebrows just barely, then swung again with the stuffed elephant. Image problems could wait until morning.