Post by Alliecat on Oct 30, 2012 14:48:08 GMT 10
Title: If You Won’t, I Will
Rating: G
Word Count: 382
Summary: In preparation for All Hallows Eve in Emelan, Sandry makes sure that Briar has his costume together.
Briar flopped into an armchair in the living room and greeted Sandry with a small grunt and a head nod. Acknowledging the new pumpkins on the windowsill, he said, “I imagine you’ve already got your costume ready for the weekend.”
Sandry nodded, putting down the thread she had been playing with. “I finished Monday, actually. I’m going to be Cleopatra.”
“The Egyptian goddess?”
“A pharaoh,” Sandry corrected. “And I imagine you haven’t started on your costume.”
Briar shrugged. “I’ll do what I always do, and just make myself some underwear out of leaves an hour before or so.”
“You do that every year,” Sandry replied before picking up the thread and placing two knots in it.
“And it’s a big hit every year.”
“I’m not saying you don’t look good in fig leaves, Briar, but would it kill you to make something new?”
“Yes.”
Sandry threw him a dirty look. “Fine. I’ll take care of it myself then.”
Briar stood, suddenly hungry for the fig cookies Daja liked to keep around. “You know you’re obsessive about this holiday, don’t you?”
“I prefer involved,” she said. “Do you remember your measurements?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well, you should,” Sandry replied, pulling out her didactic face. “But never mind, I do.” She paused, looking Briar up and down. “Your costume will be done Thursday.”
“Gods help me,” Briar murmured, but Sandry pretended to notice and let him leave the room in silence.
:::
“What the hell is this?” Briar demanded, holding up the piece Sandry had sewn for him. “It’s a skirt!”
“It’s a Tarzan outfit.” She popped a grape in her mouth, managing to hide the glee on her face but not in her voice. “I made it more modest than you usually wear. If you didn’t want to wear a skirt, you should’ve told me.”
“I should’ve told you?” Briar spluttered. Sandry released a small giggle and Briar managed to compose himself. “Tarzan. Isn’t he the god of the jungle?”
“If you like,” Sandry replied. “Now try it on. I need to see if I need to make any adjustments.”
“You owe me,” Briar said, holding the costume away from him as if it smelled.
“Actually,” Sandry replied, her cheeks twisting up into a grin, “You owe me for sewing you such a nice skirt.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 382
Summary: In preparation for All Hallows Eve in Emelan, Sandry makes sure that Briar has his costume together.
Briar flopped into an armchair in the living room and greeted Sandry with a small grunt and a head nod. Acknowledging the new pumpkins on the windowsill, he said, “I imagine you’ve already got your costume ready for the weekend.”
Sandry nodded, putting down the thread she had been playing with. “I finished Monday, actually. I’m going to be Cleopatra.”
“The Egyptian goddess?”
“A pharaoh,” Sandry corrected. “And I imagine you haven’t started on your costume.”
Briar shrugged. “I’ll do what I always do, and just make myself some underwear out of leaves an hour before or so.”
“You do that every year,” Sandry replied before picking up the thread and placing two knots in it.
“And it’s a big hit every year.”
“I’m not saying you don’t look good in fig leaves, Briar, but would it kill you to make something new?”
“Yes.”
Sandry threw him a dirty look. “Fine. I’ll take care of it myself then.”
Briar stood, suddenly hungry for the fig cookies Daja liked to keep around. “You know you’re obsessive about this holiday, don’t you?”
“I prefer involved,” she said. “Do you remember your measurements?”
“Definitely not.”
“Well, you should,” Sandry replied, pulling out her didactic face. “But never mind, I do.” She paused, looking Briar up and down. “Your costume will be done Thursday.”
“Gods help me,” Briar murmured, but Sandry pretended to notice and let him leave the room in silence.
:::
“What the hell is this?” Briar demanded, holding up the piece Sandry had sewn for him. “It’s a skirt!”
“It’s a Tarzan outfit.” She popped a grape in her mouth, managing to hide the glee on her face but not in her voice. “I made it more modest than you usually wear. If you didn’t want to wear a skirt, you should’ve told me.”
“I should’ve told you?” Briar spluttered. Sandry released a small giggle and Briar managed to compose himself. “Tarzan. Isn’t he the god of the jungle?”
“If you like,” Sandry replied. “Now try it on. I need to see if I need to make any adjustments.”
“You owe me,” Briar said, holding the costume away from him as if it smelled.
“Actually,” Sandry replied, her cheeks twisting up into a grin, “You owe me for sewing you such a nice skirt.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!