kawa~ inspiration #103
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annarti and Sallie
Disclaimer~ Lynnlita, Nol and Raykin are property of the 'narti, War is Sallie's and the fic is both of ours >D Oh, j00 ph34r.
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #103. Takes place just~ before Nol's 25th bday. Muha >3
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“I’m not gonna meet your dad after I’ve been drinking,” War informed the crown prince. “So let’s just do that now.”
Nolryn’s face fell slightly. “Lynnlita’s at the palace.”
“Lynnlita,” War mused a moment, rubbing his chin. “Ah, the perky breasted red-head you keep bitching about?”
“That’d be the one… you seriously don’t want to meet her. Especially before you go drinking. She’ll tell you not to. Poisons your mind or something.”
War smirked, “Ah come on. No woman could turn me off drinking, not even if I wasn’t a celebrated drinker.” War ran his hand through his short cropped hair, “I bet you the first round that I can survive meeting her.”
“You’d be surprised,” the prince muttered, then sighed resolutely. “If you must though.” He turned and gestured towards the palace, urging the Force to follow.
War fell into stride behind Nolryn, strutting on his long legs. “Hey, I never turn down the chance to meet some famous… people,” War grinned widely.
“You mean breasts, don’t you?” Nol corrected, half a wry grin on his face.
“Damn right,” War agreed, looking wonderfully out of place as they entered the cobbled courtyard of the palace. As if his skin-tone, height and hair colour weren’t enough, his somewhat cowboyish outfit wasn’t helping matters either.
Nol scanned the grounds briefly, noting the absence of the Llayan princess. She would either be in the lounge, in the healing house with Yamin, or on the rear balcony.
“Nolryn!”
The prince froze and slapped one hand on his forehead, waving up at the balcony with a sense of dread building in his stomach. The front balcony. Which led only from his own room and Mithé’s. Meaning she’d been in Nolryn’s room. He was less than impressed.
War watched Nol’s growing anxiety with a clear amount of smarmy amusement. “Well, I can see why the ladies are all over you. You’re just oozing sophistication and wit – I think I may be falling for you myself.”
Nol peered flatly out through his fingers at the Force, deigning not to respond to the remark. “What do you want, Lynnlita?”
The Llayan princess had her arms crossed on the railing, peering down at the approaching men. “Lynnlita sees a new friend there,” she called, her voice plainly confused. Purple wasn’t a common hair colour anywhere in Tsyllaes, least of all in Raykin’s palace.
War paused, bowing himself neatly at the waist, with a sweeping movement of his hand. “First Class Force, Second Rank Serviceman, War of the Horsemen, Son of Ti'lan, Period of Conflict,” He introduced himself in one breath, before Nolryn could speak. “Of course, such a lady as yourself shouldn’t be troubled with such a long title, you can simply call me War, if you wish,” War added, looking back up at the balcony with a charming smile.
Lynnlita’s “ooh” could be heard from the pavement. “Impressive.”
Nol had folded his arms halfway through the introduction, his eyebrows raised at his new acquaintance. “Finished?”
War gave Nol a sideways look, “I’ve barely begun, dear boy,” he confided.
The prince groaned and strode towards the double oak doors that lead into the palace. “We’ll be up in a minute,” he called up to the balcony, knowing it would be far less effort to just get it over with now than when they came back later.
War caught Nol up with his long strides. “She’s certainly talented. I think I could have seen those moons from another galaxy.”
“It doesn’t help that she was just about bouncing them on the railing, either,” the prince muttered. “Do you want to grab a drink before we get up there? You’ll need one, trust me.”
“I like a girl who knows how to show off her better assets,” War mused with a smirk. He glanced at Nol with a curiously raised eyebrow. “I’m going to need a drink to talk to a woman? You think I’m going to need Dutch courage? – You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Nol struggled to do no more than raise his eyebrows. “You know there’s more to a woman than the chest area, yeah?”
“Yes, there’s the between leg area too.”
“She’s probably been thinking over your lengthy introduction there. She’ll want you to kill yourself and end war, you just watch her.”
“Oh, I’ve run into little glitches like that before.”
“Fair enough.” He glanced sidelong at the purple-haired Force once they’d reached the top of the forth and final flight of stairs. “The booze is just in there if you want one, anyway. Give the palace brew a try, just for the sake of it.”
War cracked his knuckles idly, glancing around the hallway. “You really think I’m going to need a stiff one, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t call palace brew particularly stiff. If nothing else, it’ll give us reason to leave, otherwise we’ll seriously be here all night.”
“Okay, I will meet the glorious orbs face to face, then we’ll have a weak drink and then scarper for the better stuff and sluttier woman. At least I hope the last part is true,” War looked wistful.
Nol grinned broadly. “You’ve got that right!” He nipped into the lounge’s bar and grabbed a pair of unlabelled bottles with a crown stamped onto the cap. He tossed one of the bottles to War and cracked the top of his open before making his way to his own room, muttering quietly to himself about intruding foreign princesses.
War glanced at the unlabeled bottle suspiciously a moment, before following behind Nolryn. “Remember War,” He told himself, “this is not home, unlabeled bottles do not contain Mr Muscle and vodka in some unholy cocktail mix.” The Force cracked open the lid and tasted the brew, pulling a slight face before glancing at it again. “Then again, it may as well contain that…” He stepped casually into Nolryn’s room a few paces behind the prince.
“You don’t like it either?” Nol said in amusement. His expression changed to rigid annoyance when he spotted the curly mass of red-brown hair leaning over the balcony.
“Evening, Lynnlita,” he said with false gaiety, hoping the foreboding was clear in his words.
Lynnlita turned, a bright smile on her face and a half-full glass of red wine clasped delicately in her bejewelled fingers. “Lynnlita hopes Nolryn doesn’t mind her using his balcony this evening. The view is so much more splendid than anywhere else.”
Nol opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by the Force behind him.
“War is quite certain that Nolryn couldn’t be anything less than delighted to find such a shining jewel as Lynnlita decorating his balcony,” War oozed charm through every letter of his perfectly accented Llayan speech.
Nol raised his eyebrows and pointed the neck of his bottle accusingly at the Force. “I’m going to shoot you if you try that again.”
War gave Nol a cheeky look, “Better men have tried.”
The prince’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Lynnlita floated over from the balcony, one hand outstretched in offering to War.
War lifted his eyebrows at the prince, with a split second’s rare apologetic look, before turning his attention to Lynnlita, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “I must say, that from what I saw as I came in, the view seemed to be perfected by your presence.”
A bright blush tinted Lynnlita’s cheeks as she took her hand back. “Lynnlita must admit, she had never pictured the God of War such as the gentleman who stands before her now.”
Nol took a swig of his beer. “You’re calling him a God now?”
War gave a perfectly practised innocent expression, “I must be a great disappointment to you, considering the God-like baring of our most gracious host.”
Lynnlita glanced at her host, as though she had forgotten he was there. “Nolryn remains the jewel in Lynnlita’s crown,” she admitted. Nol wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed. Instead he just took another swig from his bottle.
War sighed heavily, “I can understand that, princess. However it still breaks my heart that I will never have a chance to win your affections.”
Lynnlita smiled wryly. “Lynnlita wouldn’t necessarily say never—she has only just met War, after all.”
War raised his eyebrows, “Suddenly my life has a purpose, princess: To try my hardest to gain your stunning beauty by my side forevermore.”
“Oh really?” Lynnlita intoned, cocking one eyebrow and sipping daintily at her wine. “Lynnlita was under the impression that War’s purpose was inherent in his title.”
Nol slanted an “I told you so” glance at the Force.
War gave Nolryn a slight nod, conceding to that. “Well yes, indeed. I do exist for wars to exist, and were I not to exist neither would they. However, apart from trying to remain alive because sadly such a destructive thing is needed, it doesn’t much affect my lonely, eternal lifetime.”
War ran his fingers through his hair, flashing a warm smile, slipping back into Llayan. “And it certainly doesn’t mean that War cannot appreciate a true beauty when after eons of plain girls, he sees someone as stunning as Lynnlita.”
Lynnlita turned again to Nolryn, gesturing to the Force with her free hand. “Why can’t Nolryn be more like this?”
Nol sighed heavily, then bowed deeply before the foreign princess, slipping into a far less convincing Llayan. “Oh Lynnlita fair, how will the sun shine each day in Raykin when this finest of women departs?”
War took a drink from his less-than-fine beer, smirking behind the bottle’s mouth at Nol from behind Lynnlita. His smirk clearly said “Oho, giving me a run for my money?”
Lynnlita cocked an eyebrow and half-folded her arms, but the appreciation was clear in her eyes, even more so on her cheeks.
War held his bottle loosely at his side again, sighing a very pained sound. “How in the Realms can I compete with this prince among men? This poet laureate, this second Shakespeare?” He moved across the room, leaning against the wall by the balcony, looking out sadly. War always enjoyed the chance to practise his acting skills.
Lynnlita glanced at Nol, confusion on her face. She held one hand up to shield her lips from the Force. “Who’s Shakespeare?” she mouthed.
The prince shrugged and held up his own free hand. “Best not to ask,” he mouthed back. “Just take it as it comes.”
He slapped War on the back. “You can’t. Let’s go.”
War stiffened a moment, but shrugged off the pain lancing through his back after giving Nolryn a sideways look through narrowed eyes. “Yes, let’s go. I need to drown my sorrows, try to forget I met such a beautiful creature as this woman who is entirely under your… manly spell.”
Nol squeezed War’s shoulder threateningly and drained his bottle, leaving it on the stone table by the archway to his room for the servants to collect later. “C’mon, lover-boy,” he called.
“Coming, with a heavy heart!” War called after him. He straightened himself from the balcony railing, finishing his own bottle and walking back into Nol’s bedroom. As he passed Lynnlita he shot out his free hand, landing it firmly on her rump with a satisfying slapping sound even through the cushions of fabric.
Nol heard the slap and turned in curiosity. The look of shock, horror and perhaps even disgust on Lynnlita’s face was enough to make the prince laugh outright. “’Ank you,” he said to the Force, in English so the delicate flower of a princess wouldn’t understand him.
War smirked wickedly at Nolryn, before turning in the doorway and grinning at Lynnlita. “Later darlin’,” He promised her, smoothly bringing up his hands and shooting his index fingers at her. He winked, clicking his tongue at her, before turning and sauntering over towards the prince cockily.
“Damn, but you know how to bring a woman down,” Nol told him, grinning broadly.
“It’s a talent,” War sighed with false-modestly.
Nol rolled his eyes and sat back on the balustrade at the top of the stairs. “You’re not talking to her anymore; you can drop the act. How’d you like some proper beer now?”
“Anything to get the taste of this watered down anthrax from my mouth,” War grinned. “Hey, if you’re lucky I’ll share some of my own home-brew with you.”
“Works for me,” Nol grinned, standing up and making his way back down the long staircase.
“Oh, by the way?”
“Hmm?”
“What makes you think I’m not putting the act on to pull you, you saucy little prince?” War asked, bringing his hand firmly down onto Nol’s buttocks before quickly hopping his way down the stairs, laughing boisterously.
Nol blinked and froze in a moment of shock, then darted down the stairs after the Force.
Authors~
annarti and SallieDisclaimer~ Lynnlita, Nol and Raykin are property of the 'narti, War is Sallie's and the fic is both of ours >D Oh, j00 ph34r.
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration #103. Takes place just~ before Nol's 25th bday. Muha >3
“I’m not gonna meet your dad after I’ve been drinking,” War informed the crown prince. “So let’s just do that now.”
Nolryn’s face fell slightly. “Lynnlita’s at the palace.”
“Lynnlita,” War mused a moment, rubbing his chin. “Ah, the perky breasted red-head you keep bitching about?”
“That’d be the one… you seriously don’t want to meet her. Especially before you go drinking. She’ll tell you not to. Poisons your mind or something.”
War smirked, “Ah come on. No woman could turn me off drinking, not even if I wasn’t a celebrated drinker.” War ran his hand through his short cropped hair, “I bet you the first round that I can survive meeting her.”
“You’d be surprised,” the prince muttered, then sighed resolutely. “If you must though.” He turned and gestured towards the palace, urging the Force to follow.
War fell into stride behind Nolryn, strutting on his long legs. “Hey, I never turn down the chance to meet some famous… people,” War grinned widely.
“You mean breasts, don’t you?” Nol corrected, half a wry grin on his face.
“Damn right,” War agreed, looking wonderfully out of place as they entered the cobbled courtyard of the palace. As if his skin-tone, height and hair colour weren’t enough, his somewhat cowboyish outfit wasn’t helping matters either.
Nol scanned the grounds briefly, noting the absence of the Llayan princess. She would either be in the lounge, in the healing house with Yamin, or on the rear balcony.
“Nolryn!”
The prince froze and slapped one hand on his forehead, waving up at the balcony with a sense of dread building in his stomach. The front balcony. Which led only from his own room and Mithé’s. Meaning she’d been in Nolryn’s room. He was less than impressed.
War watched Nol’s growing anxiety with a clear amount of smarmy amusement. “Well, I can see why the ladies are all over you. You’re just oozing sophistication and wit – I think I may be falling for you myself.”
Nol peered flatly out through his fingers at the Force, deigning not to respond to the remark. “What do you want, Lynnlita?”
The Llayan princess had her arms crossed on the railing, peering down at the approaching men. “Lynnlita sees a new friend there,” she called, her voice plainly confused. Purple wasn’t a common hair colour anywhere in Tsyllaes, least of all in Raykin’s palace.
War paused, bowing himself neatly at the waist, with a sweeping movement of his hand. “First Class Force, Second Rank Serviceman, War of the Horsemen, Son of Ti'lan, Period of Conflict,” He introduced himself in one breath, before Nolryn could speak. “Of course, such a lady as yourself shouldn’t be troubled with such a long title, you can simply call me War, if you wish,” War added, looking back up at the balcony with a charming smile.
Lynnlita’s “ooh” could be heard from the pavement. “Impressive.”
Nol had folded his arms halfway through the introduction, his eyebrows raised at his new acquaintance. “Finished?”
War gave Nol a sideways look, “I’ve barely begun, dear boy,” he confided.
The prince groaned and strode towards the double oak doors that lead into the palace. “We’ll be up in a minute,” he called up to the balcony, knowing it would be far less effort to just get it over with now than when they came back later.
War caught Nol up with his long strides. “She’s certainly talented. I think I could have seen those moons from another galaxy.”
“It doesn’t help that she was just about bouncing them on the railing, either,” the prince muttered. “Do you want to grab a drink before we get up there? You’ll need one, trust me.”
“I like a girl who knows how to show off her better assets,” War mused with a smirk. He glanced at Nol with a curiously raised eyebrow. “I’m going to need a drink to talk to a woman? You think I’m going to need Dutch courage? – You’re gay, aren’t you?”
Nol struggled to do no more than raise his eyebrows. “You know there’s more to a woman than the chest area, yeah?”
“Yes, there’s the between leg area too.”
“She’s probably been thinking over your lengthy introduction there. She’ll want you to kill yourself and end war, you just watch her.”
“Oh, I’ve run into little glitches like that before.”
“Fair enough.” He glanced sidelong at the purple-haired Force once they’d reached the top of the forth and final flight of stairs. “The booze is just in there if you want one, anyway. Give the palace brew a try, just for the sake of it.”
War cracked his knuckles idly, glancing around the hallway. “You really think I’m going to need a stiff one, don’t you?”
“I wouldn’t call palace brew particularly stiff. If nothing else, it’ll give us reason to leave, otherwise we’ll seriously be here all night.”
“Okay, I will meet the glorious orbs face to face, then we’ll have a weak drink and then scarper for the better stuff and sluttier woman. At least I hope the last part is true,” War looked wistful.
Nol grinned broadly. “You’ve got that right!” He nipped into the lounge’s bar and grabbed a pair of unlabelled bottles with a crown stamped onto the cap. He tossed one of the bottles to War and cracked the top of his open before making his way to his own room, muttering quietly to himself about intruding foreign princesses.
War glanced at the unlabeled bottle suspiciously a moment, before following behind Nolryn. “Remember War,” He told himself, “this is not home, unlabeled bottles do not contain Mr Muscle and vodka in some unholy cocktail mix.” The Force cracked open the lid and tasted the brew, pulling a slight face before glancing at it again. “Then again, it may as well contain that…” He stepped casually into Nolryn’s room a few paces behind the prince.
“You don’t like it either?” Nol said in amusement. His expression changed to rigid annoyance when he spotted the curly mass of red-brown hair leaning over the balcony.
“Evening, Lynnlita,” he said with false gaiety, hoping the foreboding was clear in his words.
Lynnlita turned, a bright smile on her face and a half-full glass of red wine clasped delicately in her bejewelled fingers. “Lynnlita hopes Nolryn doesn’t mind her using his balcony this evening. The view is so much more splendid than anywhere else.”
Nol opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by the Force behind him.
“War is quite certain that Nolryn couldn’t be anything less than delighted to find such a shining jewel as Lynnlita decorating his balcony,” War oozed charm through every letter of his perfectly accented Llayan speech.
Nol raised his eyebrows and pointed the neck of his bottle accusingly at the Force. “I’m going to shoot you if you try that again.”
War gave Nol a cheeky look, “Better men have tried.”
The prince’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Lynnlita floated over from the balcony, one hand outstretched in offering to War.
War lifted his eyebrows at the prince, with a split second’s rare apologetic look, before turning his attention to Lynnlita, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “I must say, that from what I saw as I came in, the view seemed to be perfected by your presence.”
A bright blush tinted Lynnlita’s cheeks as she took her hand back. “Lynnlita must admit, she had never pictured the God of War such as the gentleman who stands before her now.”
Nol took a swig of his beer. “You’re calling him a God now?”
War gave a perfectly practised innocent expression, “I must be a great disappointment to you, considering the God-like baring of our most gracious host.”
Lynnlita glanced at her host, as though she had forgotten he was there. “Nolryn remains the jewel in Lynnlita’s crown,” she admitted. Nol wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed. Instead he just took another swig from his bottle.
War sighed heavily, “I can understand that, princess. However it still breaks my heart that I will never have a chance to win your affections.”
Lynnlita smiled wryly. “Lynnlita wouldn’t necessarily say never—she has only just met War, after all.”
War raised his eyebrows, “Suddenly my life has a purpose, princess: To try my hardest to gain your stunning beauty by my side forevermore.”
“Oh really?” Lynnlita intoned, cocking one eyebrow and sipping daintily at her wine. “Lynnlita was under the impression that War’s purpose was inherent in his title.”
Nol slanted an “I told you so” glance at the Force.
War gave Nolryn a slight nod, conceding to that. “Well yes, indeed. I do exist for wars to exist, and were I not to exist neither would they. However, apart from trying to remain alive because sadly such a destructive thing is needed, it doesn’t much affect my lonely, eternal lifetime.”
War ran his fingers through his hair, flashing a warm smile, slipping back into Llayan. “And it certainly doesn’t mean that War cannot appreciate a true beauty when after eons of plain girls, he sees someone as stunning as Lynnlita.”
Lynnlita turned again to Nolryn, gesturing to the Force with her free hand. “Why can’t Nolryn be more like this?”
Nol sighed heavily, then bowed deeply before the foreign princess, slipping into a far less convincing Llayan. “Oh Lynnlita fair, how will the sun shine each day in Raykin when this finest of women departs?”
War took a drink from his less-than-fine beer, smirking behind the bottle’s mouth at Nol from behind Lynnlita. His smirk clearly said “Oho, giving me a run for my money?”
Lynnlita cocked an eyebrow and half-folded her arms, but the appreciation was clear in her eyes, even more so on her cheeks.
War held his bottle loosely at his side again, sighing a very pained sound. “How in the Realms can I compete with this prince among men? This poet laureate, this second Shakespeare?” He moved across the room, leaning against the wall by the balcony, looking out sadly. War always enjoyed the chance to practise his acting skills.
Lynnlita glanced at Nol, confusion on her face. She held one hand up to shield her lips from the Force. “Who’s Shakespeare?” she mouthed.
The prince shrugged and held up his own free hand. “Best not to ask,” he mouthed back. “Just take it as it comes.”
He slapped War on the back. “You can’t. Let’s go.”
War stiffened a moment, but shrugged off the pain lancing through his back after giving Nolryn a sideways look through narrowed eyes. “Yes, let’s go. I need to drown my sorrows, try to forget I met such a beautiful creature as this woman who is entirely under your… manly spell.”
Nol squeezed War’s shoulder threateningly and drained his bottle, leaving it on the stone table by the archway to his room for the servants to collect later. “C’mon, lover-boy,” he called.
“Coming, with a heavy heart!” War called after him. He straightened himself from the balcony railing, finishing his own bottle and walking back into Nol’s bedroom. As he passed Lynnlita he shot out his free hand, landing it firmly on her rump with a satisfying slapping sound even through the cushions of fabric.
Nol heard the slap and turned in curiosity. The look of shock, horror and perhaps even disgust on Lynnlita’s face was enough to make the prince laugh outright. “’Ank you,” he said to the Force, in English so the delicate flower of a princess wouldn’t understand him.
War smirked wickedly at Nolryn, before turning in the doorway and grinning at Lynnlita. “Later darlin’,” He promised her, smoothly bringing up his hands and shooting his index fingers at her. He winked, clicking his tongue at her, before turning and sauntering over towards the prince cockily.
“Damn, but you know how to bring a woman down,” Nol told him, grinning broadly.
“It’s a talent,” War sighed with false-modestly.
Nol rolled his eyes and sat back on the balustrade at the top of the stairs. “You’re not talking to her anymore; you can drop the act. How’d you like some proper beer now?”
“Anything to get the taste of this watered down anthrax from my mouth,” War grinned. “Hey, if you’re lucky I’ll share some of my own home-brew with you.”
“Works for me,” Nol grinned, standing up and making his way back down the long staircase.
“Oh, by the way?”
“Hmm?”
“What makes you think I’m not putting the act on to pull you, you saucy little prince?” War asked, bringing his hand firmly down onto Nol’s buttocks before quickly hopping his way down the stairs, laughing boisterously.
Nol blinked and froze in a moment of shock, then darted down the stairs after the Force.