Free-Write #5
Title: Perfect Pair
Characters: Calligra, Pelai
Time: n/a; stop-and-go writing for about an hour
Rating: G
Words: 247
Notes: From daily_fic; Prompt #29-- 1st line
"I probably shouldn't have thrown it at you."
Across the room, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, Calligra grunted.
"And I didn't really mean to hit you, Cal."
Another grunt, as he averted his gaze and tried not to meet her eyes.
"And I promise I'll never never never do it again."
More ignoring.
"And I'm sorry."
His ears perked up slightly, and he finally looked at her.
"Are we now, Miss?" he asked, trying to sound as angry as he knew he should feel. She smiled coyly and nodded.
"But you have to admit," she said slowly, pushing her advantage, "it was kind of fun back there."
"Nope. I don't have to admit anything, Pelai. You could have gotten us killed."
"They wouldn't kill me."
"Small comfort that is to me," he scoffed, looking away again.
Pelai sighed, got off her perch, and sat down on the bed next to him. They just sat for a long moment, her head on his shoulder, white-bleached hair tumbling across his midnight skin. Night and day, perfect opposites, perfect pair; the thoughts rushed through Calligra's mind before he could stop them, the first amusing, the last unwanted. Not 'perfect pair,' he growled inwardly. Daughter of the head of the Force and a freak of nature. Not perfect pair at all.
"I forgive you."
Characters: Calligra, Pelai
Time: n/a; stop-and-go writing for about an hour
Rating: G
Words: 247
Notes: From daily_fic; Prompt #29-- 1st line
"I probably shouldn't have thrown it at you."
Across the room, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, Calligra grunted.
"And I didn't really mean to hit you, Cal."
Another grunt, as he averted his gaze and tried not to meet her eyes.
"And I promise I'll never never never do it again."
More ignoring.
"And I'm sorry."
His ears perked up slightly, and he finally looked at her.
"Are we now, Miss?" he asked, trying to sound as angry as he knew he should feel. She smiled coyly and nodded.
"But you have to admit," she said slowly, pushing her advantage, "it was kind of fun back there."
"Nope. I don't have to admit anything, Pelai. You could have gotten us killed."
"They wouldn't kill me."
"Small comfort that is to me," he scoffed, looking away again.
Pelai sighed, got off her perch, and sat down on the bed next to him. They just sat for a long moment, her head on his shoulder, white-bleached hair tumbling across his midnight skin. Night and day, perfect opposites, perfect pair; the thoughts rushed through Calligra's mind before he could stop them, the first amusing, the last unwanted. Not 'perfect pair,' he growled inwardly. Daughter of the head of the Force and a freak of nature. Not perfect pair at all.
"I forgive you."