FotD #5
Flavor of the Day - 1/26/09 - Vacuous with Pocky
Story : misadventures
Rating : G
Timeframe : Pre-Story
Word Count : 100
Word of the Day : vacuous - 1. showing no intelligence or thought
Prince Caelan is our, (ridiculously unlikely), hero. And the word of the day just demanded that he make an appearance. Sorry for the lack of context - but, in time this may make more sense. To give you a better perspective, this is not whipped cream - he's in his late teens...
PS - Sly, I can't remember the spelling we agreed on for his name - did I get it right?
“Is it dangerous?”
Caelan found himself caught in the widest stare he’d ever seen, vibrant emerald framed by dark, feathery lashes. Cherry red lips fell slack for a moment. “It’s a letter opener,” she said slowly.
He eyed the silver blade laid across her palms, for it was, most definitely, a blade, however small it might be, and frowned. “It looks sharp,” he said. “I'm not permitted to handle sharp things.”
Her eyes fell from his face to her open hands and rose again, her shock not fading in the least. “It’s a letter opener,” she repeated numbly.
Story : misadventures
Rating : G
Timeframe : Pre-Story
Word Count : 100
Word of the Day : vacuous - 1. showing no intelligence or thought
Prince Caelan is our, (ridiculously unlikely), hero. And the word of the day just demanded that he make an appearance. Sorry for the lack of context - but, in time this may make more sense. To give you a better perspective, this is not whipped cream - he's in his late teens...
PS - Sly, I can't remember the spelling we agreed on for his name - did I get it right?
“Is it dangerous?”
Caelan found himself caught in the widest stare he’d ever seen, vibrant emerald framed by dark, feathery lashes. Cherry red lips fell slack for a moment. “It’s a letter opener,” she said slowly.
He eyed the silver blade laid across her palms, for it was, most definitely, a blade, however small it might be, and frowned. “It looks sharp,” he said. “I'm not permitted to handle sharp things.”
Her eyes fell from his face to her open hands and rose again, her shock not fading in the least. “It’s a letter opener,” she repeated numbly.