Post by gear on Jul 15, 2011 4:45:12 GMT 10
Title: Brotherly Love
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Keth
Event: Donkey Discus
Words: 288
Summary: Keth gets threatened. Sort of. Not really. Maybe.
“My purse is on the right.”
A laugh, then, “This isn’t a robbery.”
Oh. Okay. This is a really unpleasant way to die then, thinks Keth. He feels the harsh breath of his attacker on the back of his neck and the sharp pinprick of a knife at his side. His magic is bound – he had reached for it and felt nothing when he had first been shoved into this alley. Dema won’t even be able to track his killer – it had happened so fast, Keth hadn’t seen a face, only a vague impression of a man’s shirt and maybe something green. His would be murderer seems to be taking far too long.
“Could you maybe hurry up? Or even better, not kill me at all?”
His attacker makes a noise that Keth thinks might be another laugh or might be a noise of irritation before saying, “Is that what you think this is? Really, I’m insulted. If I was gonna off you, I wouldn’t do it here. Far too obvious.”
“Oh, then that’s alright. Except, wait, you still have me in a side alley with a knife at my ribs.” Keth closes his mouth quickly, almost wishing he had his stutter back. At least then, he had to actually think before he spoke.
“If you hurt Tris, this’ll seem like brotherly love.”
Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the weight at his back is gone.
Keth jerks straight up in his bed, breathing hard. Oh, just a dream. Good. He laughs at himself for getting all worked up about a silly nightmare.
Then he realizes that Tris and her brother are arriving in Tharios next week. He prays that he hasn’t developed precognition over night.
Rating: PG-13
Couple/Character: Keth
Event: Donkey Discus
Words: 288
Summary: Keth gets threatened. Sort of. Not really. Maybe.
“My purse is on the right.”
A laugh, then, “This isn’t a robbery.”
Oh. Okay. This is a really unpleasant way to die then, thinks Keth. He feels the harsh breath of his attacker on the back of his neck and the sharp pinprick of a knife at his side. His magic is bound – he had reached for it and felt nothing when he had first been shoved into this alley. Dema won’t even be able to track his killer – it had happened so fast, Keth hadn’t seen a face, only a vague impression of a man’s shirt and maybe something green. His would be murderer seems to be taking far too long.
“Could you maybe hurry up? Or even better, not kill me at all?”
His attacker makes a noise that Keth thinks might be another laugh or might be a noise of irritation before saying, “Is that what you think this is? Really, I’m insulted. If I was gonna off you, I wouldn’t do it here. Far too obvious.”
“Oh, then that’s alright. Except, wait, you still have me in a side alley with a knife at my ribs.” Keth closes his mouth quickly, almost wishing he had his stutter back. At least then, he had to actually think before he spoke.
“If you hurt Tris, this’ll seem like brotherly love.”
Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the weight at his back is gone.
Keth jerks straight up in his bed, breathing hard. Oh, just a dream. Good. He laughs at himself for getting all worked up about a silly nightmare.
Then he realizes that Tris and her brother are arriving in Tharios next week. He prays that he hasn’t developed precognition over night.