late vanilla and chocolate with malt
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Goddess
Rating: G
Challenge: Vanilla #30: cloud/star-gazing, Chocolate #21: luck
Toppings/Extras: malt
Wordcount: 374
Summary: Isaac Prowse feels that he has all the bad luck.
Notes: ARGH I just found this final Vanilla piece waiting to be posted. *facepalm* I’m so sorry, it was in the wrong place! Now I’ve finished the flavour, though! Trick-or-treat prompt from sarcasticsra-
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.-Good Omens.
He only realised he was staring at her lips when she stopped talking. When he looked back towards her eyes her gaze had flicked away over the ocean again, her brow slightly furrowed. Away from the city, the sky was a blitz of stars: a tangle of spilled glitter as far as the eye could see. Isaac Prowse followed her gaze out towards the black sea and the star-filled horizon, a deep dread plunging his innards in cold.
This shouldn’t be allowed.
Adele Merritt inspected her fingernails for a moment, elbow against the rail, hair coming loose. It was the half-darkness, Prowse knew, but it made her look like some sort of goddess. A malicious one, obviously-a cruel goddess that caused plagues and droughts and floods and kidnapped heroes and wore snakes in her hair, a goddess with an indefinable quality to her jagged jawbone and blazing eyes that reeked of evil and seduction.
Dear God, Fate, Fortune or any other deity that cares to listen, he thought. Stop it. Just stop it. It isn’t funny. I’m not a teenager any more. And Miss Merritt, of all people! This is so unfair. What have I ever done to you? Leave me alone. Yours etc, Isaac Prowse.
It wasn’t going to work. He could feel it, like warm and aqueous coils in his abdomen, wary affection setting into something far more difficult to control. This was bad, this whole situation was bad and he wanted nothing to do with it. The two of them had spent the last month or so devising ways to irritate each other to stave off the boredom they suffered from while stuck onboard the Kraken. Not only that, but Miss Merritt was so damn angry all of the time. At everything. Including herself.
She had issues. They were there to push him away, not to send him-fool that he was-wandering towards her like a moth entranced by a candle. What was wrong with him?
Her dark, captivating eyes rolled aside to look at him.
“Are you going to stop staring any second now?” she asked rudely. A smirk tugged one corner of her dark lips upwards, revealing a flash of pearly teeth. “You’re adorable.”
God help him.
Title: Goddess
Rating: G
Challenge: Vanilla #30: cloud/star-gazing, Chocolate #21: luck
Toppings/Extras: malt
Wordcount: 374
Summary: Isaac Prowse feels that he has all the bad luck.
Notes: ARGH I just found this final Vanilla piece waiting to be posted. *facepalm* I’m so sorry, it was in the wrong place! Now I’ve finished the flavour, though! Trick-or-treat prompt from sarcasticsra-
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.-Good Omens.
He only realised he was staring at her lips when she stopped talking. When he looked back towards her eyes her gaze had flicked away over the ocean again, her brow slightly furrowed. Away from the city, the sky was a blitz of stars: a tangle of spilled glitter as far as the eye could see. Isaac Prowse followed her gaze out towards the black sea and the star-filled horizon, a deep dread plunging his innards in cold.
This shouldn’t be allowed.
Adele Merritt inspected her fingernails for a moment, elbow against the rail, hair coming loose. It was the half-darkness, Prowse knew, but it made her look like some sort of goddess. A malicious one, obviously-a cruel goddess that caused plagues and droughts and floods and kidnapped heroes and wore snakes in her hair, a goddess with an indefinable quality to her jagged jawbone and blazing eyes that reeked of evil and seduction.
Dear God, Fate, Fortune or any other deity that cares to listen, he thought. Stop it. Just stop it. It isn’t funny. I’m not a teenager any more. And Miss Merritt, of all people! This is so unfair. What have I ever done to you? Leave me alone. Yours etc, Isaac Prowse.
It wasn’t going to work. He could feel it, like warm and aqueous coils in his abdomen, wary affection setting into something far more difficult to control. This was bad, this whole situation was bad and he wanted nothing to do with it. The two of them had spent the last month or so devising ways to irritate each other to stave off the boredom they suffered from while stuck onboard the Kraken. Not only that, but Miss Merritt was so damn angry all of the time. At everything. Including herself.
She had issues. They were there to push him away, not to send him-fool that he was-wandering towards her like a moth entranced by a candle. What was wrong with him?
Her dark, captivating eyes rolled aside to look at him.
“Are you going to stop staring any second now?” she asked rudely. A smirk tugged one corner of her dark lips upwards, revealing a flash of pearly teeth. “You’re adorable.”
God help him.