Genesis 033
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Title~ Boobs are Boobs
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, unfortunately. Anyone want a purple shirt?
Notes~ Genesis 033. Kaen's still a bastard, we knew this ^^;;; This fic went in a completely different direction to what I was expecting oO;
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Kaen paused as he stepped into the archery range, then folded his arms and rested a shoulder against one of the posts holding up the veranda, a sly grin on his face.
In front of him stood one of the most ravishing women he’d seen in his life. She was Llayan, making her tower above the average Raykinian girl, and, more importantly, that she was obviously proud of her cleavage. As well she should be, the blade archer mused, it was some fine cleavage, and seemed to almost be aching to get out of that tight Llayan dress that kept it in check. She even had a large, turquoise stone on a gold chain, hanging tantalisingly just above the very low-cut neckline of her dress, as though she needed more to attract attention to herself.
The Llayan had one hand on her hip, and was arguing in her own lilting language with Nolryn.
Kaen rolled his eyes briefly. Aeia-damned archer wouldn’t know a woman if she shoved her cleavage in his face, as the Llayan was appearing to try and do right now. It was obvious enough to Kaen that, whatever the foreign conversation was about, it was superfluous. The Llayan was clearly flirting, and the prince was completely oblivious. He alternated between firing an angry arrow at the target to keep up the premise of training, and firing an equally angry retort at the beauty no more than a step from him.
Finally, she threw her hands in the air and stormed off with a cute little growl.
Kaen pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively as she passed, but she only cast him a glance before floating off towards the palace. The blade archer’s eyes followed her swaying hips as she went and he gave a low whistle.
Nol was looking at him with eyebrows half-cocked when he turned around. “You do know who that was, right?”
“The crown was a bit of a giveaway, yeah,” Kaen answered, pushing himself away from the post, “You never said anything about her being that hot.”
“I didn’t,” the prince agreed, nocking another arrow into his bow. “What, you reckon you’ve got a chance with Llayan royalty?”
“Quael, I’ve got a chance with anyone.” He smirked again and drew a few throwing knives. “How can you ignore a pair of boobs like that, anyway?”
Nol shook his head and gave an ironic grin. “You don’t know her.” He let his arrow loose at the target and turned to the blade archer. “Go on, go talk to her. I give it half a minute before she tries to get you to quit the Own, start ploughing fields and live a completely alcohol free life except for a snifter of port on Solstice.”
Kaen shrugged and flung his knives at the target in quick succession. “Boobs are boobs, Nol, whatever they say.” He glanced back over his shoulder, hands thoughtfully on his hips. “Think I might postpone training for the day.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine, unfortunately. Anyone want a purple shirt?
Notes~ Genesis 033. Kaen's still a bastard, we knew this ^^;;; This fic went in a completely different direction to what I was expecting oO;
Kaen paused as he stepped into the archery range, then folded his arms and rested a shoulder against one of the posts holding up the veranda, a sly grin on his face.
In front of him stood one of the most ravishing women he’d seen in his life. She was Llayan, making her tower above the average Raykinian girl, and, more importantly, that she was obviously proud of her cleavage. As well she should be, the blade archer mused, it was some fine cleavage, and seemed to almost be aching to get out of that tight Llayan dress that kept it in check. She even had a large, turquoise stone on a gold chain, hanging tantalisingly just above the very low-cut neckline of her dress, as though she needed more to attract attention to herself.
The Llayan had one hand on her hip, and was arguing in her own lilting language with Nolryn.
Kaen rolled his eyes briefly. Aeia-damned archer wouldn’t know a woman if she shoved her cleavage in his face, as the Llayan was appearing to try and do right now. It was obvious enough to Kaen that, whatever the foreign conversation was about, it was superfluous. The Llayan was clearly flirting, and the prince was completely oblivious. He alternated between firing an angry arrow at the target to keep up the premise of training, and firing an equally angry retort at the beauty no more than a step from him.
Finally, she threw her hands in the air and stormed off with a cute little growl.
Kaen pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively as she passed, but she only cast him a glance before floating off towards the palace. The blade archer’s eyes followed her swaying hips as she went and he gave a low whistle.
Nol was looking at him with eyebrows half-cocked when he turned around. “You do know who that was, right?”
“The crown was a bit of a giveaway, yeah,” Kaen answered, pushing himself away from the post, “You never said anything about her being that hot.”
“I didn’t,” the prince agreed, nocking another arrow into his bow. “What, you reckon you’ve got a chance with Llayan royalty?”
“Quael, I’ve got a chance with anyone.” He smirked again and drew a few throwing knives. “How can you ignore a pair of boobs like that, anyway?”
Nol shook his head and gave an ironic grin. “You don’t know her.” He let his arrow loose at the target and turned to the blade archer. “Go on, go talk to her. I give it half a minute before she tries to get you to quit the Own, start ploughing fields and live a completely alcohol free life except for a snifter of port on Solstice.”
Kaen shrugged and flung his knives at the target in quick succession. “Boobs are boobs, Nol, whatever they say.” He glanced back over his shoulder, hands thoughtfully on his hips. “Think I might postpone training for the day.”
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