Post by hawksandfeathers on Jan 15, 2013 4:28:15 GMT 10
Title: Peas in a Pod
Rating: G
Prompt: Two of a Kind, #9
Summary: Kyprioth meets his friend's old vessel.
Kyprioth was draped across the branches of the willow tree, the leaves tickling his robes. "Hello, Daine."
"Veralidaine," the woman said coldly, cocking her bow. "I'm not stupid enough to shoot a god, but in my eyes, you hardly count as one."
"Well, what makes me at least hardly count as one?"
"That didn't make any sense, Kyprioth," Daine snapped. "The Hag put you up to this, and I'm not taking her bait."
"Put me up to what, dearie?" He rustled the tree, sending birds onto the grass. They chirped reproachfully.
"Dearie. Again. You two always use the same tactics." She smiled frostily. "Why don't you try something new?" Her bowstring twanged.
"Oh, but aren't we different. I, for instance, would never make you my vessel. You're too serious." He pouted. "She's crazy. I'm sane."
Daine snorted. "Sure. Mmhm, ruling over the Copper Isles gives you a pretty sane reputation, eh?"
"What they do isn't entirely my fault, you know." He sighed. "Oh, and I had to trap Numair for a few minutes while we had this little chat. Which was, of course, of no consequence. I just wanted to meet you."
Daine's eyes bulged. "What?"
"Yes, definitely too serious. Nothing happened to him, gods. I made sure of that." He rolled his eyes.
"Get him out of that spell now."
"It'll melt soon enough." He grinned, dropped from the tree, and was gone.
"I swear, they're like two peas in a pod, curse it."
A crow cawed from behind her.
"Sibling rivalry, was it?" She yelled to empty air. "You wanted to size me up. To see if I was actually worth her attention. You wanted to smirk at her later."
"Maybe," said an infuriatingly pleasant voice from the clouds.
Rating: G
Prompt: Two of a Kind, #9
Summary: Kyprioth meets his friend's old vessel.
Kyprioth was draped across the branches of the willow tree, the leaves tickling his robes. "Hello, Daine."
"Veralidaine," the woman said coldly, cocking her bow. "I'm not stupid enough to shoot a god, but in my eyes, you hardly count as one."
"Well, what makes me at least hardly count as one?"
"That didn't make any sense, Kyprioth," Daine snapped. "The Hag put you up to this, and I'm not taking her bait."
"Put me up to what, dearie?" He rustled the tree, sending birds onto the grass. They chirped reproachfully.
"Dearie. Again. You two always use the same tactics." She smiled frostily. "Why don't you try something new?" Her bowstring twanged.
"Oh, but aren't we different. I, for instance, would never make you my vessel. You're too serious." He pouted. "She's crazy. I'm sane."
Daine snorted. "Sure. Mmhm, ruling over the Copper Isles gives you a pretty sane reputation, eh?"
"What they do isn't entirely my fault, you know." He sighed. "Oh, and I had to trap Numair for a few minutes while we had this little chat. Which was, of course, of no consequence. I just wanted to meet you."
Daine's eyes bulged. "What?"
"Yes, definitely too serious. Nothing happened to him, gods. I made sure of that." He rolled his eyes.
"Get him out of that spell now."
"It'll melt soon enough." He grinned, dropped from the tree, and was gone.
"I swear, they're like two peas in a pod, curse it."
A crow cawed from behind her.
"Sibling rivalry, was it?" She yelled to empty air. "You wanted to size me up. To see if I was actually worth her attention. You wanted to smirk at her later."
"Maybe," said an infuriatingly pleasant voice from the clouds.
Those last two lines are great! I love reading about the gods :3
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!