Post by wordy on Feb 12, 2010 10:02:48 GMT 10
Title: Premonition
Rating: G
Prompt: #21 Games
Summary: little!Thom and Alanna.
Thom fell to the ground, wooden sword falling from his hand. Alanna sighed with gusto, shrugging her shoulders in six-year-old frustration. "Get up Thom! You've already died twice!"
Rubbing the grass stains on his knees, Thom looked up at his sister with a scowl. "I don't want to play this anymore."
"Well, it's my turn to decide what we play, fair and square. And I choose knights," she said, crossing her arms.
Thom sighed and picked up his sword. Alanna uncrossed her arms and assumed what she thought was a fighter's stance, pulling her own sword from her makeshift scabbard.
He couldn't help it, really. He wriggled his fingers underneath the hot, tingly feeling that was so familair to him now. Purple fire formed in his free hand, hidden by his side. But Alanna saw.
"Thom, that's cheating!" She frowned. As an afterthought, she threw down her sword in a rage. "No magic."
"But - "
"No! I choose, and I say we're playing knights, which means NO MAGIC."
Thom sighed and let the magic go, his hand becoming cold once more after all the fire had drawn back. Alanna smiled and nodded her head.
He hated when she got to choose their games. It was even worse when it was his turn, though, because she refused to have anything to do with magic: even if it only meant dressing up as sorcerers and marching around the garden, waving their arms about grandly. But soon, he promised himself, things would go his way. He would get Alanna to play his games. Everyone would want to play with him.
Rating: G
Prompt: #21 Games
Summary: little!Thom and Alanna.
Thom fell to the ground, wooden sword falling from his hand. Alanna sighed with gusto, shrugging her shoulders in six-year-old frustration. "Get up Thom! You've already died twice!"
Rubbing the grass stains on his knees, Thom looked up at his sister with a scowl. "I don't want to play this anymore."
"Well, it's my turn to decide what we play, fair and square. And I choose knights," she said, crossing her arms.
Thom sighed and picked up his sword. Alanna uncrossed her arms and assumed what she thought was a fighter's stance, pulling her own sword from her makeshift scabbard.
He couldn't help it, really. He wriggled his fingers underneath the hot, tingly feeling that was so familair to him now. Purple fire formed in his free hand, hidden by his side. But Alanna saw.
"Thom, that's cheating!" She frowned. As an afterthought, she threw down her sword in a rage. "No magic."
"But - "
"No! I choose, and I say we're playing knights, which means NO MAGIC."
Thom sighed and let the magic go, his hand becoming cold once more after all the fire had drawn back. Alanna smiled and nodded her head.
He hated when she got to choose their games. It was even worse when it was his turn, though, because she refused to have anything to do with magic: even if it only meant dressing up as sorcerers and marching around the garden, waving their arms about grandly. But soon, he promised himself, things would go his way. He would get Alanna to play his games. Everyone would want to play with him.
I think my favourite part has to be Alanna throwing her sword down as an afterthought, it's so cute. 
