Post by Rosie on Sept 1, 2017 7:38:56 GMT 10
Series: Feeling is First
Title: Charcoal
Rating: PG
Event: Frisky Fencing
Words: 437
Summary: Thayet reflects
Notes: there's a lot that I wanted to do with this au, and this... isn't it. Unfortunately, family bereavement and other stuff have got in the way, but I wanted to finish.
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"You'd have thought that these would be charcoal all the way through, but somehow, they're raw in the middle." Jon sounded fascinated as he peered inside his burger. "Buri might be the worst cook I've ever come across."
Thayet stretched out on the grass and tucked her arms behind her head. Years of Buri-related cooking disasters had taught her enough that she hadn't even bothered to look at the food, and she knew without checking that Cythera's plate would be similarly empty. "I can tell her that, if you like."
"Christ, no. She wouldn't care how true it was; she'd probably pin me down and force feed my own entrails to me. If I caught her in a good moment."
This seemed like as suitable a time as any to mention that Buri's mother had invited him for dinner. Thayet opened her eyes to catalogue his reaction, and couldn't hold back a grin. Her own mother would love how grey his face had gone, and was probably already planning a list of things for Buri's mother to quiz him about.
"Is Buri's family… much like her?"
"Carbon copies, every one." It wasn't true, of course it wasn't, but it would do Jon some good to worry about something other than work for a change. His cousin Roger had slunk off with his tail between his legs after his recent defeat, but she doubted he was finished.
Jon was silent, and she thought he was taking in the prospect of his imminent demise, but apparently, he had other things on his mind. "I think we've had divine intervention. Cythera's taken over."
Thayet had been about to sit up, but determined it wasn't worth the effort. "Great. She'll charcoal everything evenly. Ashes to ashes..."
Jon groaned. "Why on earth are you hosting a barbecue if none of you can barbecue? Christ, look, I'll do it."
"No, you won't." Thayet looked at him from over the top of her sunglasses. "Cythera has the damsel-in-distress act down by this point. Let some other brave soldier be her knight in shining armour."
Sure enough, though Jon grumbled about it, next time Thayet looked up at the barbecue, Cythera was flanked by three men.
"Oh, no. No. I'd rather eat Buri's food than anything Gary's been involved in."
"I'll get us takeaway," Thayet offered, closing her eyes again. She'd place money on Gary and Cythera being too distracted by one another to be of use, anyway. Later, she and Buri would high-five over Operation Burning Love being a success when they spied Gary's shoes by the door.
For now, she heard Jon huff and puff above her, but eventually, he evidently decided it wasn't getting him anywhere, and lay down next to her. With the summer sun warm on her skin, and Jon's fingers curling over her left hip bone, Thayet couldn't think of much to improve the afternoon.
Title: Charcoal
Rating: PG
Event: Frisky Fencing
Words: 437
Summary: Thayet reflects
Notes: there's a lot that I wanted to do with this au, and this... isn't it. Unfortunately, family bereavement and other stuff have got in the way, but I wanted to finish.
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"You'd have thought that these would be charcoal all the way through, but somehow, they're raw in the middle." Jon sounded fascinated as he peered inside his burger. "Buri might be the worst cook I've ever come across."
Thayet stretched out on the grass and tucked her arms behind her head. Years of Buri-related cooking disasters had taught her enough that she hadn't even bothered to look at the food, and she knew without checking that Cythera's plate would be similarly empty. "I can tell her that, if you like."
"Christ, no. She wouldn't care how true it was; she'd probably pin me down and force feed my own entrails to me. If I caught her in a good moment."
This seemed like as suitable a time as any to mention that Buri's mother had invited him for dinner. Thayet opened her eyes to catalogue his reaction, and couldn't hold back a grin. Her own mother would love how grey his face had gone, and was probably already planning a list of things for Buri's mother to quiz him about.
"Is Buri's family… much like her?"
"Carbon copies, every one." It wasn't true, of course it wasn't, but it would do Jon some good to worry about something other than work for a change. His cousin Roger had slunk off with his tail between his legs after his recent defeat, but she doubted he was finished.
Jon was silent, and she thought he was taking in the prospect of his imminent demise, but apparently, he had other things on his mind. "I think we've had divine intervention. Cythera's taken over."
Thayet had been about to sit up, but determined it wasn't worth the effort. "Great. She'll charcoal everything evenly. Ashes to ashes..."
Jon groaned. "Why on earth are you hosting a barbecue if none of you can barbecue? Christ, look, I'll do it."
"No, you won't." Thayet looked at him from over the top of her sunglasses. "Cythera has the damsel-in-distress act down by this point. Let some other brave soldier be her knight in shining armour."
Sure enough, though Jon grumbled about it, next time Thayet looked up at the barbecue, Cythera was flanked by three men.
"Oh, no. No. I'd rather eat Buri's food than anything Gary's been involved in."
"I'll get us takeaway," Thayet offered, closing her eyes again. She'd place money on Gary and Cythera being too distracted by one another to be of use, anyway. Later, she and Buri would high-five over Operation Burning Love being a success when they spied Gary's shoes by the door.
For now, she heard Jon huff and puff above her, but eventually, he evidently decided it wasn't getting him anywhere, and lay down next to her. With the summer sun warm on her skin, and Jon's fingers curling over her left hip bone, Thayet couldn't think of much to improve the afternoon.