Failed Pocky
Vanilla #2. The Sniffles with Hot Fudge and Whipped Cream
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1244
Word Count : 193
Thought it was going to be pocky, but well, came out about double. Not sure if the repetition is cool or obnoxious. It's a short piece, so maybe it works?
There was a sniff; a snuffle; then a snort, and the resounding slurp of the back of a small fist across its owner’s dripping nose. Sethan tugged the covers up around his head with a glare at the quivering mass in its bunk across the room.
The boy’s shoulders heaved beneath the threadbare blankets thrown across them and his whole body shuddered with every whimpering exhale. Sethan pressed a palm to his ear with a scowl.
The bed gave a creak and a groan, slowly lurching against the wall. Linens shifted and rustled on the bunk below.
There was a yawn; a scratch; then the soft shuffle and pat of bare feet on the floor. Sethan squinted into the dark at the scrawny little figure that ambled across the room, arms coiled tightly around itself and shoulders hunched against the cold.
Kairn dropped to his knees beside the crying boy’s bed, a hand out to him and a soft whisper passing between them. The tears soon subsided, the sniffles diminished. Sethan shook his head with a sigh. Rolling to face the wall, he hauled the covers up over the top of his head.
Story : knights
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1244
Word Count : 193
Thought it was going to be pocky, but well, came out about double. Not sure if the repetition is cool or obnoxious. It's a short piece, so maybe it works?
There was a sniff; a snuffle; then a snort, and the resounding slurp of the back of a small fist across its owner’s dripping nose. Sethan tugged the covers up around his head with a glare at the quivering mass in its bunk across the room.
The boy’s shoulders heaved beneath the threadbare blankets thrown across them and his whole body shuddered with every whimpering exhale. Sethan pressed a palm to his ear with a scowl.
The bed gave a creak and a groan, slowly lurching against the wall. Linens shifted and rustled on the bunk below.
There was a yawn; a scratch; then the soft shuffle and pat of bare feet on the floor. Sethan squinted into the dark at the scrawny little figure that ambled across the room, arms coiled tightly around itself and shoulders hunched against the cold.
Kairn dropped to his knees beside the crying boy’s bed, a hand out to him and a soft whisper passing between them. The tears soon subsided, the sniffles diminished. Sethan shook his head with a sigh. Rolling to face the wall, he hauled the covers up over the top of his head.