Post by Carbon Kiwi on May 29, 2011 8:11:07 GMT 10
Title: Sick [1]
Rating: G
Word Count: 141
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Where’s my snot rag?”
Notes: No, of course this isn't inspired by my current state of illness... *Blows her nose.* My visiting friend calls her handkerchief a 'snot-rag' and it cracked me up the first time I heard it.
Briar was ill. He could feel it. Not devastating, life-threatening ill, just obnoxious ill that made functioning irksome. He sighed. “Where’s my snot rag?”
“Couldn’t you call it something else?” Tris complained over her book. “Something more charming?”
“That would make it less truthful,” Briar replied, grinning. “It is a rag filled with snot.”
“We wouldn’t mind a bit less truth,” Sandry countered. She pushed the rag forward with a stick; Briar snatched it off the table-top. He blew his nose.
Daja peeked her head down the stairs. “Was that a ship call?”
Tris gestured. “Briar’s nose.”
Daja laughed.
Rosethorn called from her workroom, “You dying of that dreaded lurgy, boy, or are you going to help me sort dried herbs? It may guide my decision on whether to heal or poison you…”
Briar hurried off, the other three left laughing.
Rating: G
Word Count: 141
Pairing: Circlecest
Round/Fight: 4/A
Warnings:
Summary: “Where’s my snot rag?”
Notes: No, of course this isn't inspired by my current state of illness... *Blows her nose.* My visiting friend calls her handkerchief a 'snot-rag' and it cracked me up the first time I heard it.
Briar was ill. He could feel it. Not devastating, life-threatening ill, just obnoxious ill that made functioning irksome. He sighed. “Where’s my snot rag?”
“Couldn’t you call it something else?” Tris complained over her book. “Something more charming?”
“That would make it less truthful,” Briar replied, grinning. “It is a rag filled with snot.”
“We wouldn’t mind a bit less truth,” Sandry countered. She pushed the rag forward with a stick; Briar snatched it off the table-top. He blew his nose.
Daja peeked her head down the stairs. “Was that a ship call?”
Tris gestured. “Briar’s nose.”
Daja laughed.
Rosethorn called from her workroom, “You dying of that dreaded lurgy, boy, or are you going to help me sort dried herbs? It may guide my decision on whether to heal or poison you…”
Briar hurried off, the other three left laughing.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!