The Promising Kind: [Mugen/Fuu]
Title: The Promising Kind
Author: heron_advocate
Rating: PG-13 for Mugen's dirty mouth (thoughts)
Pairing(s): Mugen/Fuu
Character(s): Mugen, Fuu
Summary: They had an arrangement, that was all.
Prompt(s): "ring" for 10_prompts
Word Count: 252
A/N: Living in sin ftw.
They weren't married. Or engaged. Or even fucking together.
They had an arrangement, that was all. She could leave whenever she wanted to, and so could he.
It surprised him that she'd agree to such a thing. She was a samurai's daughter. He'd always thought that she would go off and marry some pompous noble with tons of money, or some pansy-ass artist, or...someone like that.
Then again, maybe he was underestimating himself. Maybe he was just that damned irresistible. He smirked as this thought entered his head.
She liked to snuggle up to him at night, and he'd learned long ago that fighting her was rather useless. It wasn't that terrible, anyway--though she did snore as loud as anyone he'd ever fucking heard.
"Stay with me," she would say sometimes--usually at night, which was when she always got to thinking too damn much. It wasn't a question or a command. He wasn't sure what it was. Whatever it was, he never answered. Usually he just pretended to be asleep.
He wasn't the promising kind. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn't have time to be worrying about what everyone else wanted. Especially skinny-ass idiots who thought they knew everything when they knew shit about the real world.
She must've understood it, because she never pressed him about it, or said things like that more than once. If she did, he wasn't sure he could stand to be around her.
She was insufferable enough as it was.
Author: heron_advocate
Rating: PG-13 for Mugen's dirty mouth (thoughts)
Pairing(s): Mugen/Fuu
Character(s): Mugen, Fuu
Summary: They had an arrangement, that was all.
Prompt(s): "ring" for 10_prompts
Word Count: 252
A/N: Living in sin ftw.
They weren't married. Or engaged. Or even fucking together.
They had an arrangement, that was all. She could leave whenever she wanted to, and so could he.
It surprised him that she'd agree to such a thing. She was a samurai's daughter. He'd always thought that she would go off and marry some pompous noble with tons of money, or some pansy-ass artist, or...someone like that.
Then again, maybe he was underestimating himself. Maybe he was just that damned irresistible. He smirked as this thought entered his head.
She liked to snuggle up to him at night, and he'd learned long ago that fighting her was rather useless. It wasn't that terrible, anyway--though she did snore as loud as anyone he'd ever fucking heard.
"Stay with me," she would say sometimes--usually at night, which was when she always got to thinking too damn much. It wasn't a question or a command. He wasn't sure what it was. Whatever it was, he never answered. Usually he just pretended to be asleep.
He wasn't the promising kind. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn't have time to be worrying about what everyone else wanted. Especially skinny-ass idiots who thought they knew everything when they knew shit about the real world.
She must've understood it, because she never pressed him about it, or said things like that more than once. If she did, he wasn't sure he could stand to be around her.
She was insufferable enough as it was.