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Sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Both of these are bad and unedited and somewhat jumbled and I will say freely so, but I've been so run-over by retail work lately that my brain cannot properly get into things. It's only out of a sense of completion that I post them, to prove that I've been trying. These two are from Wednesday and Thursday's prompts, and Friday's ("a long farewell and a time to choose") is a bye because it's being RPed out instead :D
Series: Chaos Crisis
Characters: Tuxedo Kamen, thugs, fangirls?
He wrapped the white bowtie, practiced and neat, over the sturdy, rope-bound wrists of the four vangrants as they hung suspended from the lamppost, their feet only barely supported by the roof of a van parked immediately under them. Another of Tuxedo Kamen's signature ties bound the bag of money the motley crew had rounded up from four tiny family grocers, and this bag he dangled above the thieves, just out of the reach of their flexing hands. Tuxedo Kamen finished with his knots, stood upright on the lamppost, and stepped back to admire his work.
Three of the thugs remained thoroughly dazed, as a few clobbers atop the head with a cane would typically inflict. The leader, a gangily man who must have had a harder head than the rest, pulled against the rope and kicked out, as if he didn't realize that his fight was long-lost. Even worse, he kept on complaining like a child about it.
"That wasn't right," he shouted, maybe for the fifth time. "In fact, that was just bullshit."
"It was a disappointing fight," Tuxedo Kamen agreed, endulging the crook for the first time. "Because you went about it all wrong. If we were to go about this as real gentlemen do, you would have named a champion to challenge me to a duel, one-on-one." He folded his arms over his chest, lifted his chin as he eyed the criminals. "But you all seemed so determined on attacking me as a group. You should know that there is no honor in that."
"Cut me down," the leader hissed, stopping his kicking for a moment, "I'll show you a duel."
"I think not. I already have too great an advantage." He grinned, out of character but he could not help himself. "It would be below my standards to hit an already beaten man."
The thug didn't like that, and told Tuxedo Kamen about his grief with unnecessarily graphic language. The hero didn't pay much mind to this - he suddenly realized that the weapons the thugs had used lay scattered still in the alley. He jumped down from the top of the lamppost, gathered the switchblades and baseball bats, then jumped atop the van with a single leap.
"Nearly forgot to clean these up for you." He set them down on the roof of the van, well out of kicking reach of the thugs. "You did not have the ability to hurt someone else with it, but left lying around like that, someone might hurt themselves by accident."
"You're crazy," the rat-faced crook finally decided. "Crazy and lame as all hell."
"I don't think so," Tuxedo Kamen said, looking to the street around the truck. Not many people walked this neighborhood at night, but even so, the clamor started to attract a small crowd. He spied two young girls staring out of their windows, one of them calling out to him and the other swooning, only supported by her fingers curled around the windowsill. He tipped his hat at them, then smirked at the thug. "But maybe you'll be the coolest man in jail."
Red and blue flashing lights started to beam from around a distant corner, accompanied by the squeal sirens. "Ahem. I've tarried here for too long." Tuxedo Kamen cooled his smile to a smirk, then grabbed a corner of his cape and bowed with it. "My lady will worry about me."
Series: Kingdom
Characters: Val, Alex, Brian's kitten army
He sat on the roof's ledge, kicked his feet out idly. Cats roamed around the roof and through the hallways, aimless and confused like he had never seen their kind act before. He didn't like cats much, but he knew how they operated, and rarely did they allow their lives to revolve around a person. But they had come under Brian's enchantment, set their schedules around his treats and bowls of milks and promises of chin-scratches. One of the kittens wandered close to Val, and he obliged in an ear scratch.
He never asked anybody outright about how they felt about Brian, and he wasn't sure if he should. Or really needed to. In the last week, somebody would casually mention his name, and the Guardians only replied with eyes which shifted away, irrelevant and awkward jokes, or uneasy, absolute silences. Jane once pressed her hand to her heart when Brian had been mentioned, and Valentino thought that was the most honest reaction he'd seen yet.
But if they had been here, what could they have done? Valentino could have blared his horn and called a thirty foot earth wall entirely around the Brownstone, but nothing so solid could have possibly had a chance against what stole Brian away. No force of fire or air or water could have either, not unless they wished to destroy Brian while rescuing him.
The heavy footsteps following the banging of the roof door open and shut were not lost on Val, and he could guess easily who those steps belonged to. It could have been any of them, really. Val knew a few others were down at Tasha's apartment still, and might also think to wander up to the roof.
"Alex," he said, and turned his shoulders slightly to look back. Even on the very edge of the ledge, Val sat calmly. "Was it really our fault?" He wasn't sure why he framed the question like that. It was not as if anyone had accused them.
Alex looked uncomfortable. He didn't look back to Val, and instead knelt down. He accepted the three kittens who immediately clamored onto his arm, bending his arm towards his chest so they could get closer.
"Sort of. I think." Alex allowed the kittens to nudge at his chin. He frowned, lowered his voice. "Yeah."
Val looked ahead once more, to the lit-up December town, and his cold hands flexed over the ledging of the roof. "Yeah," he echoed. "It feels like it was."
Series: Chaos Crisis
Characters: Tuxedo Kamen, thugs, fangirls?
He wrapped the white bowtie, practiced and neat, over the sturdy, rope-bound wrists of the four vangrants as they hung suspended from the lamppost, their feet only barely supported by the roof of a van parked immediately under them. Another of Tuxedo Kamen's signature ties bound the bag of money the motley crew had rounded up from four tiny family grocers, and this bag he dangled above the thieves, just out of the reach of their flexing hands. Tuxedo Kamen finished with his knots, stood upright on the lamppost, and stepped back to admire his work.
Three of the thugs remained thoroughly dazed, as a few clobbers atop the head with a cane would typically inflict. The leader, a gangily man who must have had a harder head than the rest, pulled against the rope and kicked out, as if he didn't realize that his fight was long-lost. Even worse, he kept on complaining like a child about it.
"That wasn't right," he shouted, maybe for the fifth time. "In fact, that was just bullshit."
"It was a disappointing fight," Tuxedo Kamen agreed, endulging the crook for the first time. "Because you went about it all wrong. If we were to go about this as real gentlemen do, you would have named a champion to challenge me to a duel, one-on-one." He folded his arms over his chest, lifted his chin as he eyed the criminals. "But you all seemed so determined on attacking me as a group. You should know that there is no honor in that."
"Cut me down," the leader hissed, stopping his kicking for a moment, "I'll show you a duel."
"I think not. I already have too great an advantage." He grinned, out of character but he could not help himself. "It would be below my standards to hit an already beaten man."
The thug didn't like that, and told Tuxedo Kamen about his grief with unnecessarily graphic language. The hero didn't pay much mind to this - he suddenly realized that the weapons the thugs had used lay scattered still in the alley. He jumped down from the top of the lamppost, gathered the switchblades and baseball bats, then jumped atop the van with a single leap.
"Nearly forgot to clean these up for you." He set them down on the roof of the van, well out of kicking reach of the thugs. "You did not have the ability to hurt someone else with it, but left lying around like that, someone might hurt themselves by accident."
"You're crazy," the rat-faced crook finally decided. "Crazy and lame as all hell."
"I don't think so," Tuxedo Kamen said, looking to the street around the truck. Not many people walked this neighborhood at night, but even so, the clamor started to attract a small crowd. He spied two young girls staring out of their windows, one of them calling out to him and the other swooning, only supported by her fingers curled around the windowsill. He tipped his hat at them, then smirked at the thug. "But maybe you'll be the coolest man in jail."
Red and blue flashing lights started to beam from around a distant corner, accompanied by the squeal sirens. "Ahem. I've tarried here for too long." Tuxedo Kamen cooled his smile to a smirk, then grabbed a corner of his cape and bowed with it. "My lady will worry about me."
Series: Kingdom
Characters: Val, Alex, Brian's kitten army
He sat on the roof's ledge, kicked his feet out idly. Cats roamed around the roof and through the hallways, aimless and confused like he had never seen their kind act before. He didn't like cats much, but he knew how they operated, and rarely did they allow their lives to revolve around a person. But they had come under Brian's enchantment, set their schedules around his treats and bowls of milks and promises of chin-scratches. One of the kittens wandered close to Val, and he obliged in an ear scratch.
He never asked anybody outright about how they felt about Brian, and he wasn't sure if he should. Or really needed to. In the last week, somebody would casually mention his name, and the Guardians only replied with eyes which shifted away, irrelevant and awkward jokes, or uneasy, absolute silences. Jane once pressed her hand to her heart when Brian had been mentioned, and Valentino thought that was the most honest reaction he'd seen yet.
But if they had been here, what could they have done? Valentino could have blared his horn and called a thirty foot earth wall entirely around the Brownstone, but nothing so solid could have possibly had a chance against what stole Brian away. No force of fire or air or water could have either, not unless they wished to destroy Brian while rescuing him.
The heavy footsteps following the banging of the roof door open and shut were not lost on Val, and he could guess easily who those steps belonged to. It could have been any of them, really. Val knew a few others were down at Tasha's apartment still, and might also think to wander up to the roof.
"Alex," he said, and turned his shoulders slightly to look back. Even on the very edge of the ledge, Val sat calmly. "Was it really our fault?" He wasn't sure why he framed the question like that. It was not as if anyone had accused them.
Alex looked uncomfortable. He didn't look back to Val, and instead knelt down. He accepted the three kittens who immediately clamored onto his arm, bending his arm towards his chest so they could get closer.
"Sort of. I think." Alex allowed the kittens to nudge at his chin. He frowned, lowered his voice. "Yeah."
Val looked ahead once more, to the lit-up December town, and his cold hands flexed over the ledging of the roof. "Yeah," he echoed. "It feels like it was."
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Secondly - Awww, Val, noooo. *hugs him* Strangely, that strikes me as a really manly little conversation between them. Totally grown-up.