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Post by wordy on Apr 14, 2014 12:27:14 GMT 10
Title: Moving Up Rating: PG Word Count: 100 Summary: A celebration and a tradition.
Rosto drew the knife from its soft leather sheath. Her stomach gave a twist of pleasure when his eyes widened. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion,” she said. “Seems like that’s now.”
“It’s beautiful.” He blooded it with his thumb, then laid the knife on the table and set it spinning. Hilt and steel flashed. Slowed.
It pointed at her.
He frowned. “Well, that’s depressing.”
Aniki snorted, pushing the gift back towards him. “You’re too superstitious.”
“And you’re not nearly enough. But neither of us can die yet: there’s work to do.”
She grinned. “As you say, Majesty.”
A/N: The tradition/superstition that I invented for this fic: after christening a new blade, spinning it will enable you to discover which person present will be the first to die.
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Post by Tamari on Apr 30, 2014 4:42:42 GMT 10
Great glimpse into Rosto and Aniki's relationship, wordy! I hadn't heard of this ritual before, but it was a cool basis for a fic.
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