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Rocky Road #3. Yard with Whipped Cream
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1248 (Rune's about 14)
Word Count : 294
drabble inspired by Erin's recent brownie
“Rune, you’re not being reasonable.”
Rune hurled the remains of the leaf he’d been methodically destroying into the breeze. He tore his gaze from the tiny tattered flakes of brown that whisked through the air to glare at Tish. “I’m not- Oh forgive me, I forgot that the sun rises and sets in Brody’s beady little eyes.”
“Rune!” Dark brows knit while plump lips thrust their way even further into a pout.
“I’m sorry,” he said, searching the ground for more plant life to shred. “I’m just having a hard time with it.” His hand settled on a stick. “This is Brody we’re talking about.”
“He can be sweet, you know.”
“Right.” He set to unraveling the bark from the stick. “Runt and scullery rat are signs of affection, I’m sure.”
Tish laughed. “We were kids!” she said. “It’s not like anyone’s called me that in ages.”
Rune wished he could say the same; his recent growth spurt had only served to add a new level of humor to the name, not that he was about to bother her with such things. He focused, instead, on jabbing the end the now naked stick into the dry earth between his feet. “You really let him kiss you?”
“You make it sound like something unpleasant.”
The dry scratch of wood on dirt ceased as Rune stared at her in disbelief.
Tish rolled her eyes and Rune resumed his digging. “Don’t worry,” she said, pushing up to her feet. “I’ll be sure not to tell you if I let him do anything else.”
Rune watched her cross the yard, all legs and swaying hips, and the stick snapped in his grasp as he tried not to think about Brody’s ugly, meaty hands on any part of her.
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1248 (Rune's about 14)
Word Count : 294
drabble inspired by Erin's recent brownie
“Rune, you’re not being reasonable.”
Rune hurled the remains of the leaf he’d been methodically destroying into the breeze. He tore his gaze from the tiny tattered flakes of brown that whisked through the air to glare at Tish. “I’m not- Oh forgive me, I forgot that the sun rises and sets in Brody’s beady little eyes.”
“Rune!” Dark brows knit while plump lips thrust their way even further into a pout.
“I’m sorry,” he said, searching the ground for more plant life to shred. “I’m just having a hard time with it.” His hand settled on a stick. “This is Brody we’re talking about.”
“He can be sweet, you know.”
“Right.” He set to unraveling the bark from the stick. “Runt and scullery rat are signs of affection, I’m sure.”
Tish laughed. “We were kids!” she said. “It’s not like anyone’s called me that in ages.”
Rune wished he could say the same; his recent growth spurt had only served to add a new level of humor to the name, not that he was about to bother her with such things. He focused, instead, on jabbing the end the now naked stick into the dry earth between his feet. “You really let him kiss you?”
“You make it sound like something unpleasant.”
The dry scratch of wood on dirt ceased as Rune stared at her in disbelief.
Tish rolled her eyes and Rune resumed his digging. “Don’t worry,” she said, pushing up to her feet. “I’ll be sure not to tell you if I let him do anything else.”
Rune watched her cross the yard, all legs and swaying hips, and the stick snapped in his grasp as he tried not to think about Brody’s ugly, meaty hands on any part of her.