Genesis 015
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Title~ Feathered
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ I'm ashamed to admit it after this one, but all six of 'em are mine XD;
Notes~ Genesis 015. Essentially taken from the Pwn fic. This was payback for something, I forget what. I love my archers, but they're so childish XD;;;
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Nolryn waited in strained silence, his back flat against the wall as he craned his neck up to the roof above the doorway, waiting for Murali to get into position.
The shorter blade archer’s head peered over the edge of the roof of the derelict little building, then dangled the steel cooking pot over the edge. A blue-grey feather fluttered down from the pot and landed in Gylepi’s own cooking pot.
“Careful with those,” he whispered irritably, picking the feather out of his pot. He had to shake his hand several times to get it to unstick from his finger. The other three archers stifled their laughs.
“Lin’s blood, we’re such children,” Garuk whispered, his face grinning like a ten year old.
“And they’re blade archers,” Nol whispered back with a shrug, then nodded to indicate that they were going in.
The two archers on the other side of the door grinned evilly and followed, pots in hand.
Still stifling giggles, the archers crept into the tiny old house towards the sleeping blade archers. Nol crouched down with Gylepi beside Kaen while Garuk took the less-threatening Yoryl. He lowered his hand silently into his honey pot, wishing they had brushes with them, then got the eye contact of his two partners in crime.
He mouthed a silent, “One, two, three,” to the two archers, dunked his hand fully in the honey and wiped it gleefully over the dozing blade archer’s face as Garuk and Gylepi did the same.
Kaen awoke with a start, instinctively putting his hands up to his face and subsequently covering them in the sweet, sticky substance. His already blazing eyes searched briefly for someone to blame, falling conveniently on Gylepi.
“Aeia-damned archers!” he roared, lunging for the taller of his two attackers. Nol took the opportunity to pour the rest of the honey into his hair, briefly lamenting the fact that it was so ridiculously short.
Gylepi was already stumbling out of the little house to escape the fuming blade archer, and Garuk had apparently been chased out before, so Kaen turned his attentions on the only remaining blue shirt in the mud brick hut.
“Ooh, Aeia,” Nol swore to himself, realising he was cornered. He shrugged, stuck his honey-covered hand out in front of him and charged, shoving Kaen out of the way and planting a nice sticky handprint on his shirt in the process, then flew out of the house.
Gylepi was waiting there already, but Garuk was still being chased somewhere. The prince spun on his heel, just in time to see the cloud of geya feathers swamp over Kaen’s face.
All three blade archers exploded with laughter at the sight.
“Aeia damn it,” Gylepi spluttered, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “We are children.”
“If we don’t run now though, we’ll be dead,” Nol noted, watching the feathered blade archer charging towards them.
“Way ahead of you, Nol,” Gylepi answered, then bolted off, laughter trailing behind him.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ I'm ashamed to admit it after this one, but all six of 'em are mine XD;
Notes~ Genesis 015. Essentially taken from the Pwn fic. This was payback for something, I forget what. I love my archers, but they're so childish XD;;;
Nolryn waited in strained silence, his back flat against the wall as he craned his neck up to the roof above the doorway, waiting for Murali to get into position.
The shorter blade archer’s head peered over the edge of the roof of the derelict little building, then dangled the steel cooking pot over the edge. A blue-grey feather fluttered down from the pot and landed in Gylepi’s own cooking pot.
“Careful with those,” he whispered irritably, picking the feather out of his pot. He had to shake his hand several times to get it to unstick from his finger. The other three archers stifled their laughs.
“Lin’s blood, we’re such children,” Garuk whispered, his face grinning like a ten year old.
“And they’re blade archers,” Nol whispered back with a shrug, then nodded to indicate that they were going in.
The two archers on the other side of the door grinned evilly and followed, pots in hand.
Still stifling giggles, the archers crept into the tiny old house towards the sleeping blade archers. Nol crouched down with Gylepi beside Kaen while Garuk took the less-threatening Yoryl. He lowered his hand silently into his honey pot, wishing they had brushes with them, then got the eye contact of his two partners in crime.
He mouthed a silent, “One, two, three,” to the two archers, dunked his hand fully in the honey and wiped it gleefully over the dozing blade archer’s face as Garuk and Gylepi did the same.
Kaen awoke with a start, instinctively putting his hands up to his face and subsequently covering them in the sweet, sticky substance. His already blazing eyes searched briefly for someone to blame, falling conveniently on Gylepi.
“Aeia-damned archers!” he roared, lunging for the taller of his two attackers. Nol took the opportunity to pour the rest of the honey into his hair, briefly lamenting the fact that it was so ridiculously short.
Gylepi was already stumbling out of the little house to escape the fuming blade archer, and Garuk had apparently been chased out before, so Kaen turned his attentions on the only remaining blue shirt in the mud brick hut.
“Ooh, Aeia,” Nol swore to himself, realising he was cornered. He shrugged, stuck his honey-covered hand out in front of him and charged, shoving Kaen out of the way and planting a nice sticky handprint on his shirt in the process, then flew out of the house.
Gylepi was waiting there already, but Garuk was still being chased somewhere. The prince spun on his heel, just in time to see the cloud of geya feathers swamp over Kaen’s face.
All three blade archers exploded with laughter at the sight.
“Aeia damn it,” Gylepi spluttered, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “We are children.”
“If we don’t run now though, we’ll be dead,” Nol noted, watching the feathered blade archer charging towards them.
“Way ahead of you, Nol,” Gylepi answered, then bolted off, laughter trailing behind him.
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