Like the Cheshire Cat
Title: Like the Cheshire Cat
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/pairing: Gwendal von Walde, Anissina von Khrennikov
Genre: Humor
Notes: In an attempt to get a bit of a kickstart for writing stage one for stagesoflove, leissel and I exchanged short challenges, the responses to be in the form of a sentence or drabble. Since my drabble is 336 words long, now I know that I'll be choosing the ficlet format for the five senses.
Challenge: Gwendal, Anissina, ink
Gwendal gripped the quill a little tighter between his fingers as he heard them in the hall, his youngest brother's voice angry and the new maou's embarrassingly wheedling in tone. Yuuri had to stop trying to evade Wolfram and stand up to him, tell him in no uncertain terms to stop corralling him and to leave him alone.
He nodded firmly as he bent over the page again. That's what a real man, a leader, would do, instead of skulking around corners in futile attempts to avoid an unpleasant confrontation.
The door flew open and he had another reason to be annoyed with their king; if he'd been doing his job instead of leaving it for Gwendal to handle he wouldn't have been sitting here at his desk like a cat backed into a corner. His thumb snapped the quill as he looked up into a pair of predatory eyes. Anissina was looking more animated than usual, and Gwendal's stomach plummeted.
Heedless of the ink stains on his fingers, Anissina grabbed his hand - an iron grip the woman had - and he was dragged down the hall, his stomach continuing to sink as Anissina explained her latest invention. "There is a way to evaluate intelligence, to compare one man's to another's. The taller the peak, the closer the man is to competing with a woman." She wasn't the least bit breathless as she spoke, but her speech was becoming more rapid, indicating just how excited she was. Gwendal hoped he was just getting old and his hearing was going because she simply could not be serious about wanting to hook it up to him there.
They passed Wolfram and Yuuri; the latter was holding up his hands in a placating manner and was casting nervous glances at the drawn sword in close proximity to his face.
One look at Anissina's device - the shiny metal headband and the pair of small, toothy clamps - and Gwendal hoped Wolfram forgot everything he was taught about never hitting below the belt.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/pairing: Gwendal von Walde, Anissina von Khrennikov
Genre: Humor
Notes: In an attempt to get a bit of a kickstart for writing stage one for stagesoflove, leissel and I exchanged short challenges, the responses to be in the form of a sentence or drabble. Since my drabble is 336 words long, now I know that I'll be choosing the ficlet format for the five senses.
Challenge: Gwendal, Anissina, ink
Gwendal gripped the quill a little tighter between his fingers as he heard them in the hall, his youngest brother's voice angry and the new maou's embarrassingly wheedling in tone. Yuuri had to stop trying to evade Wolfram and stand up to him, tell him in no uncertain terms to stop corralling him and to leave him alone.
He nodded firmly as he bent over the page again. That's what a real man, a leader, would do, instead of skulking around corners in futile attempts to avoid an unpleasant confrontation.
The door flew open and he had another reason to be annoyed with their king; if he'd been doing his job instead of leaving it for Gwendal to handle he wouldn't have been sitting here at his desk like a cat backed into a corner. His thumb snapped the quill as he looked up into a pair of predatory eyes. Anissina was looking more animated than usual, and Gwendal's stomach plummeted.
Heedless of the ink stains on his fingers, Anissina grabbed his hand - an iron grip the woman had - and he was dragged down the hall, his stomach continuing to sink as Anissina explained her latest invention. "There is a way to evaluate intelligence, to compare one man's to another's. The taller the peak, the closer the man is to competing with a woman." She wasn't the least bit breathless as she spoke, but her speech was becoming more rapid, indicating just how excited she was. Gwendal hoped he was just getting old and his hearing was going because she simply could not be serious about wanting to hook it up to him there.
They passed Wolfram and Yuuri; the latter was holding up his hands in a placating manner and was casting nervous glances at the drawn sword in close proximity to his face.
One look at Anissina's device - the shiny metal headband and the pair of small, toothy clamps - and Gwendal hoped Wolfram forgot everything he was taught about never hitting below the belt.