Post by PeroxidePirate on Jul 21, 2011 5:39:01 GMT 10
Title: Through the Night
Rating: PG
Character: Aniki
Event: 4x100 Relay
Words: 400 total
Summary: Aniki gets herself -- and Kora -- in trouble. A stranger helps get them out.
Greed
“Silver and sharp knives in the kitchen, perfect leather tack in the stables, and furs on all the floors.” Aniki’s eyes shined in the candlelight. “Any of it will sell once we get to the city.”
Kora patted her cards and glanced at Aniki’s scabbard, resting against the bed. “We can earn our way, in the city.”
“Yes, but-” Aniki knelt and ran a hand over the lush rug. “-all this is here for the taking.”
Kora studied her for a moment, and then a grin split her face. “So it is,” she agreed. “You have a plan?”
Pride
“Done,” Aniki announced. “And nobody saw me. We can slip out once everyone else is abed.”
“You’re sure?” Kora asked, looking up from her workbasket, eyes worried.
“Of course,” she said easily. “I know how to sneak around.”
Curled beside her companion, Aniki was nearly asleep when Kora jerked awake. “Someone’s coming,” she said in Aniki’s ear, hand over the other woman’s mouth. “If you’re so good at sneaking, can you sneak us out now?”
Aniki listened hard, trying to gauge numbers. “No,” she mouthed against Kora’s palm. “We’re caught, and it’s my fault.”
Envy
Moments after they were thrown out of the inn, a shadow split from the trees and moved silently toward them.
Kora saw it first and pointed, readying a spell. Aniki reached for her sword, then cursed: the innkeeper had taken her weapons.
“Relax,” said the stranger, coming closer with fluid grace. “Tough luck they caught you.”
“How did you-” Aniki began.
“You cogged them, too,” Kora interrupted. “And you weren’t caught.”
Good at reading folk, Kora was. Aniki stared at the young man, deeply impressed. “How’d you manage that?”
“Mayhap I’ll show you.” He grinned. “Name’s Rosto.”
Lust
Aniki’s days soon filled with Rosto’s teaching — how to fight with knife and sword and bare hands; how to pass unnoticed; how to scare off other theives with a glare — until he became the automatic focus of her mind. Even when she lay with Kora in their bedroll, her thoughts filled with his face, his voice.
His body, she realized one night, abruptly. She wanted him. As soon as that thought entered her mind, it would not leave.
“What’s worrying you?” Kora asked the next night, tracing patterns over Aniki’s skin with her fingertips.
Aniki gulped.
Rating: PG
Character: Aniki
Event: 4x100 Relay
Words: 400 total
Summary: Aniki gets herself -- and Kora -- in trouble. A stranger helps get them out.
Greed
“Silver and sharp knives in the kitchen, perfect leather tack in the stables, and furs on all the floors.” Aniki’s eyes shined in the candlelight. “Any of it will sell once we get to the city.”
Kora patted her cards and glanced at Aniki’s scabbard, resting against the bed. “We can earn our way, in the city.”
“Yes, but-” Aniki knelt and ran a hand over the lush rug. “-all this is here for the taking.”
Kora studied her for a moment, and then a grin split her face. “So it is,” she agreed. “You have a plan?”
Pride
“Done,” Aniki announced. “And nobody saw me. We can slip out once everyone else is abed.”
“You’re sure?” Kora asked, looking up from her workbasket, eyes worried.
“Of course,” she said easily. “I know how to sneak around.”
Curled beside her companion, Aniki was nearly asleep when Kora jerked awake. “Someone’s coming,” she said in Aniki’s ear, hand over the other woman’s mouth. “If you’re so good at sneaking, can you sneak us out now?”
Aniki listened hard, trying to gauge numbers. “No,” she mouthed against Kora’s palm. “We’re caught, and it’s my fault.”
Envy
Moments after they were thrown out of the inn, a shadow split from the trees and moved silently toward them.
Kora saw it first and pointed, readying a spell. Aniki reached for her sword, then cursed: the innkeeper had taken her weapons.
“Relax,” said the stranger, coming closer with fluid grace. “Tough luck they caught you.”
“How did you-” Aniki began.
“You cogged them, too,” Kora interrupted. “And you weren’t caught.”
Good at reading folk, Kora was. Aniki stared at the young man, deeply impressed. “How’d you manage that?”
“Mayhap I’ll show you.” He grinned. “Name’s Rosto.”
Lust
Aniki’s days soon filled with Rosto’s teaching — how to fight with knife and sword and bare hands; how to pass unnoticed; how to scare off other theives with a glare — until he became the automatic focus of her mind. Even when she lay with Kora in their bedroll, her thoughts filled with his face, his voice.
His body, she realized one night, abruptly. She wanted him. As soon as that thought entered her mind, it would not leave.
“What’s worrying you?” Kora asked the next night, tracing patterns over Aniki’s skin with her fingertips.
Aniki gulped.