Post by Cass on Jul 20, 2011 12:19:17 GMT 10
Title: Break/Fast
Rating: PG
Character: Kora
Event: 500 word dash
Words: 500
Summary: Ordinary mornings, ordinary feelings.
"You're mad," Kora says flatly. "I've known you for a while, Rosto the Piper, spent too many nights with you. You're mad."
"Am not," the Rogue says, leaning back easily against the wall. She shoots him a glance.
"Your plans are too big to be realized, git." Aniki's relaxed against the wall, cleaning her knives. "I can see your future, and it's locked up in a madhouse. Or elsewise tossed in the river and no one to fish you out-- certainly not me, anyways."
"Beka doesn't mind me, does she?" He places a hand on Beka's knee, and Kora notes how she doesn't immediately shake him off like usual. Something's going on between the two of them-- well, something's always been going on since that first night they met-- but right now it's seeming to be more than the casual flirtation Rosto tosses around like coppers. She remembers how mad he got when he heard of Beka and Dale, how he carries a grudge for the other man even though it's months on, and wonders when they'll just hop into bed with each other and make breakfast so much less awkward.
Anyways.
She glances towards Ersken, who's wrestling with a bit of cheese. "Enough about Rosto's being in over his head--" he rolls his eyes-- "but do you two have to work tonight?"
Beka shakes her head, mouth full of sausage. Pounce twines around her feet. "Tunstall's taken the evening off so I have too. I was thinking I might visit Goodwin, bring her some pastries and offer to clean up. As much as she hates to admit it, being on bed rest is the best thing right now, what with the baby coming soon."
Kora still can't wrap her head around Clara Goodwin as a mother, so she turns to Ersken. "I'm assuming that means you're working, love."
He looks up. "Lots to do, lots to see. Don't do anything too illegal while I'm on duty." She winks at him.
"You know me, squeaky clean laundress and herbalist."
"Literally," Aniki says dryly, and with that, breakfast starts to break up.
Kora catches Ersken on his way out. He's mussed and smells like clean linens and spices, something that she appreciates.
"Stay safe," she whispers. He perks up.
"Why? Have you had a feeling of something?"
"I'm no Seer, useful as it would be. But you know how people sarden talk. There's being friendly with the Rogue, and then there's being close. Me is one thing, since I'm not what pops to mind immediately, but with Phelan turning and people knowing all sorts of rumors about Beka and Rosto... it worries me."
"I'm as honest as they come," he reminds her, eyes serious.
"Nothing's going on," she says to reassure him. "You've got powerful friends on both sides of the law is all, and there's folk that don't like it. Watch your step out there."
"I will," Ersken promises.
She would hate for him to get hurt because of her.
Rating: PG
Character: Kora
Event: 500 word dash
Words: 500
Summary: Ordinary mornings, ordinary feelings.
"You're mad," Kora says flatly. "I've known you for a while, Rosto the Piper, spent too many nights with you. You're mad."
"Am not," the Rogue says, leaning back easily against the wall. She shoots him a glance.
"Your plans are too big to be realized, git." Aniki's relaxed against the wall, cleaning her knives. "I can see your future, and it's locked up in a madhouse. Or elsewise tossed in the river and no one to fish you out-- certainly not me, anyways."
"Beka doesn't mind me, does she?" He places a hand on Beka's knee, and Kora notes how she doesn't immediately shake him off like usual. Something's going on between the two of them-- well, something's always been going on since that first night they met-- but right now it's seeming to be more than the casual flirtation Rosto tosses around like coppers. She remembers how mad he got when he heard of Beka and Dale, how he carries a grudge for the other man even though it's months on, and wonders when they'll just hop into bed with each other and make breakfast so much less awkward.
Anyways.
She glances towards Ersken, who's wrestling with a bit of cheese. "Enough about Rosto's being in over his head--" he rolls his eyes-- "but do you two have to work tonight?"
Beka shakes her head, mouth full of sausage. Pounce twines around her feet. "Tunstall's taken the evening off so I have too. I was thinking I might visit Goodwin, bring her some pastries and offer to clean up. As much as she hates to admit it, being on bed rest is the best thing right now, what with the baby coming soon."
Kora still can't wrap her head around Clara Goodwin as a mother, so she turns to Ersken. "I'm assuming that means you're working, love."
He looks up. "Lots to do, lots to see. Don't do anything too illegal while I'm on duty." She winks at him.
"You know me, squeaky clean laundress and herbalist."
"Literally," Aniki says dryly, and with that, breakfast starts to break up.
Kora catches Ersken on his way out. He's mussed and smells like clean linens and spices, something that she appreciates.
"Stay safe," she whispers. He perks up.
"Why? Have you had a feeling of something?"
"I'm no Seer, useful as it would be. But you know how people sarden talk. There's being friendly with the Rogue, and then there's being close. Me is one thing, since I'm not what pops to mind immediately, but with Phelan turning and people knowing all sorts of rumors about Beka and Rosto... it worries me."
"I'm as honest as they come," he reminds her, eyes serious.
"Nothing's going on," she says to reassure him. "You've got powerful friends on both sides of the law is all, and there's folk that don't like it. Watch your step out there."
"I will," Ersken promises.
She would hate for him to get hurt because of her.