Post by Muse on May 28, 2011 14:21:20 GMT 10
Title: What’s Wrong With That?
Rating: PG
Word count: 263
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Well, what’s wrong with ‘em? (Elephant Love Medley, Moulin Rouge)
Clary and Mattes were often of different minds, in all manner of ways. Take this night, for one.
Mattes loved Midsummer’s festivals in Corus; there was something about the blazing lights and cacophony of noise and music that cheered him and had him practically bouncing on the balls of his feet throughout Watch.
“Like a small child,” Clary scoffed at him, not smiling at his boyish excitement.
Clary, on the other hand, disliked the noise and crowds and general ‘tomfoolery’ that seemed to always lead to trouble on nights such as these. “All of them, cracknobbed loobies,” she muttered to herself as they pushed through the crowds.
The minstrels just put her in a worse mood than she had already sunk to.
“You think that people would’ve had enough of silly love songs,” she scowled, glaring at the people gathered around a seeming tone deaf singer who nonetheless continued in a popular ballad of love and loss.
Mattes raised his eyebrows at her. “I look around me and I see it isn’t so,” he commented, clearly amused at her displeasure.
“People want to fill the world with silly love songs,” she groused; Mattes almost thought that she was happiest when complaining.
“Well, what’s wrong with that?” Mattes wanted to know, and something in his tone of voice—or was it the way he looked at her?—had Clary’s words stuck in her throat.
He’d laugh later at how he’d caught her speechless, even though she’d defend herself—obviously, too many retorts got caught in her throat and none made it out, that’s all.
Rating: PG
Word count: 263
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Well, what’s wrong with ‘em? (Elephant Love Medley, Moulin Rouge)
Clary and Mattes were often of different minds, in all manner of ways. Take this night, for one.
Mattes loved Midsummer’s festivals in Corus; there was something about the blazing lights and cacophony of noise and music that cheered him and had him practically bouncing on the balls of his feet throughout Watch.
“Like a small child,” Clary scoffed at him, not smiling at his boyish excitement.
Clary, on the other hand, disliked the noise and crowds and general ‘tomfoolery’ that seemed to always lead to trouble on nights such as these. “All of them, cracknobbed loobies,” she muttered to herself as they pushed through the crowds.
The minstrels just put her in a worse mood than she had already sunk to.
“You think that people would’ve had enough of silly love songs,” she scowled, glaring at the people gathered around a seeming tone deaf singer who nonetheless continued in a popular ballad of love and loss.
Mattes raised his eyebrows at her. “I look around me and I see it isn’t so,” he commented, clearly amused at her displeasure.
“People want to fill the world with silly love songs,” she groused; Mattes almost thought that she was happiest when complaining.
“Well, what’s wrong with that?” Mattes wanted to know, and something in his tone of voice—or was it the way he looked at her?—had Clary’s words stuck in her throat.
He’d laugh later at how he’d caught her speechless, even though she’d defend herself—obviously, too many retorts got caught in her throat and none made it out, that’s all.