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(cercle) thirtyforthree drabbles
I was feeling unsure of the dynamics between my Ofic's cast, so. Cercle drabbles in english, with convenient "who's who" under the cut! And, um. Yeah, there will be spoilers for Cercle. u_u;;;
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thirtyforthree. I hope that's alright. u.u;
Alizea, the heroine. Half-angel.
Ashram of the Astaroth clan, the boyfriend. Has fire magic and sorcery.
Reiyel of the Ice, Ashram's cousin. Has ice magic and sorcery. Is a prostitute.
Askerian, shapeshifting unicorn, reporter of sorts. (straight. very straight.rly.)
Fenris, werewolf and Alizea's accidental slave.
Ginny, human, neighbour of Alizea, crushes on Fenris. (and before you point it out, she was created before Harry Potter was published in France. u.u if I planned on publishing Cercle, I'd rename her, but since I don't, she'll keep on being a Ginny.)
Kouriel, Ashram's twin brother. A healer, married to a man and a woman. (... who are both still nameless. Damn.)
Belial, Demon Lord, ex-lover of Reiyel.
Killian, father of Ashram and Kouriel and companion of Ashriel.
Ashriel, mother of Ashram and Kouriel and companion of Killian.
Astaroth, Demon Lord, ancestor of Ashram's family, Belial's mentor/friend.
1: Bloodlines -- Alizea, Reiyel (100)
"You son of a whore."
Reiyel smirks. "How'd you guess?"
Alizea huffs. "Oh, shut up, as if she really was!"
"You're right, she wasn't even that good. She mostly just bummed money off people who wanted to boast about having an angel as lover, and then she laid there and cried a lot." He waves it off, flicks his ponytail aside casually. "Could've had more pride and done the job right, but no. ...What were we talking about again?"
Alizea stares at him, and then she turns away and stomps off. Bastard -- wait, no, that one's probably true too.
2: Kisses -- Askerian, Fenris (100)
"Do unicorns kiss?"
Askerian looks up from his notebook and stares in puzzlement at the werewolf. Since when does Fenris make conversation? Especially with him.
"Not amongst the herds," he replies, watching Fenris guardedly.
"Ah."
Why does his careful lack of expression make Askerian want to keep talking? He doesn't even like the kid. "Stallions who date amongst other species do, though."
Fenris blinks questioningly.
"No coat to groom to say 'I like you', after all," Askerian replies with a wry quirk of the lips. "Why, did you try to lick Ginny?"
Fenris stalks out without a word, blushing furiously.
3: Giving Up -- Askerian, Sigarth's herd (100) (Before Cercle)
"It wasn't enough that you had to give me a girly name on top of the stupid curls--"
"They're very pretty curls."
"Mooom! Pretty's for mares!"
"Fine. Handsome. How is your name girly, hon?"
"It has 'loved' in it! No, seriously, that's -- aurgh! And now you up the cutesy factor by giving the brat a matching name! Sun and moon, seriously. You don't really love us, do you?"
The mare huffs in amusement. "Of course I do, my little sun! This will build character."
Askerian stares at his mother, and then he stomps off, disgruntled. She's pure evil.
4: Surprise -- Ashram, Kouriel (100)
"Nothing's really changed, has it."
Kouriel and Ashram are sitting side by side on the edge of their landing platform, legs dangling over the void. Before and under them, the canyon is filled with cousins and uncles and great-grand-nieces; leathery wings, more-or-less red hair, sometimes goat legs, even. It's chaotic and cheerfully noisy.
Kouriel smiles at his twin. "Not that I've seen."
Ashram watches the platforms and paths, waves at a neighbor. "Lariah cut her hair?"
"That's her grand-daughter," Kouriel replies, smothering a chuckle.
"...Shaddap. That doesn't count. I say nothing's changed."
"Alright." A pause. "Oh, I got married."
5: Love bites -- Askerian, Bélial (100)
Askerian is pale, speechless. "Sir, I can't impose--"
"You aren't." Perhaps he thinks Bélial wants his life. "You're safe here. I promised."
Askerian's fists clench; Bélial's eyebrow arches. Askerian bows, tense, unhappy.
"My apologies. I am grateful for your protection."
Bélial watches him. "But you think you don't need it."
The unicorn startles, looks up. "That's -- I know I'm not powerful enough, sir."
"...Pride then?"
Hesitation -- avoidance. "...Yes."
Bélial's wavering empathy kicks in, in time to tell him -- pride, yes. But also compassion.
His rival's pity burns more than his ex-lover's request to assure his protection.
6: If only -- Killian, Astaroth (100)
Astaroth used to vaguely regret not slapping a contraceptive spell on that angel captive before they started passing her around. Astaroth's clan doesn't mind crossbreeding, but it's pure bad luck that her half-breed bastard inherited both white and black magic and ended up wielding neither.
But the brat -- Killian -- makes him proud anyway. No magic, no tail, no claws, no fangs; only the gold of his eyes and the bone structure of his feathered wings similar to his father's clan -- whoever his father might be -- and yet he's one of the most lethal of his descendents.
7: Hugs -- Fenris, Ginny (100)
Fenris doesn't let people touch him; it's a rule. Fenris is not home here; he's a slave, in alien lands. Alizea is nice, but she doesn't get him. Ashram taunts him -- he can't fight back. And then the ancestral enemy, the unicorn.
Fenris misses the pack, the nuzzles and the shoves, the piles of littermates to curl up with. But this is not a pack -- he doesn't belong. So he doesn't touch them.
Ginny just leans against him, pets his ears, rides on his back; and when he's human she hugs him, like he belongs in her arms.
8: Babies -- Kouriel and his spouses (400) ("Fingers" is his husband's nickname, not his actual name. I still don't know either of their names. u.u;; Suggestions?)
Kouriel knows that there's going to be trouble when his husband confides, "I'd kind of like having a child around."
Their wife just snorts dismissively. "So then walk around the Pits until some street rat picks your pocket, and mentor them."
"Please, as if I would mentor anyone with so little pickpocketing abilities they'd get caught that easily."
"Love, you would catch anyone at this game," Kouriel soothes.
"Didn't catch me," their wife boasts, smirking widely.
"That's because you plowed into me so hard I couldn't feel my toes, much less my coin purse." A disdainful sniff. "And I still want a child around. Not specifically to mentor..."
"You miss babies?" Kouriel asks with a smile. "You can always come over to my clan's hold and baby-sit. If I vouch for you..."
Kouriel's husband sighs. "It's not quite the same. The kid wouldn't be a part of our household..."
There's a long, meaningful look being directed at the woman in the corner, the one currently sharpening her spear. She throws a long, just as meaningful but slightly more dangerous look right back. "You planning on growing a womb anytime soon, Fingers?"
"I shouldn't have to! We've got a perfectly functional womb right here."
Ooh, that's going to get nasty. Kouriel moves between them cautiously.
She growls, teeth bared. "Like hell I'm gonna stop fighting and get all out of shape! Can't rest on my laurels and take years off for mothering just now."
"What if you took a break until it pops out? Angel-love can take care of the mothering part just fine OW OW KOURIEL! And you call yourself a healer!"
Kouriel smiles gently down, from his seat on his husband's hips. "You know, I could easily amputate your superfluous parts, carve out some of that muscle mass," a pat to his husband's stomach, "and heal you a womb instead."
"... You what?!"
Kouriel ends up on the floor as his husband retreats fast and far, and blinks innocently at his wife.
"... You couldn't really do that, could you?" she whispers to him.
"Of course not," he replies just as softly, and stifles a snicker as he hears the bathroom door locking.
"Hah, knew it." She grins widely. "Oi, Fingers! You didn't say. Still want kids?" she calls out, laughing.
There's the sound of a chair dragged behind the door, and then a haughty, dignified, "NO, thank you."
9: Talking over Distance -- Ashram, Fenris (136)
Fenris' howl startles the whole forest into a state of panic. Alizea bites her lip, worried. "I don't like this -- he's alone, what if they find -- Ashram!"
Ashram just went and disappeared behind the trees. Askerian and Alizea give each other alarmed looks.
They're not reassured to hear the demon calling, "HEY, FURBALL," but at least when Fenris snarls in answer, they know he's alive. If a little miffed.
They keep shouting to each other as they corral the enemies; as much "I'm here" as "shut up, asshole". Askerian's ears are flat on his neck; Alizea keeps telling herself that at least there's no way the bad guys will know she's coming.
When it's over, she glares tiredly at the two hotheads, and shakes her head. "We really have to talk about buying you cellphones."
10: Rent -- Alizea (100)
Alizea doesn't pay the rent, because Mary-Elizabeth owned her house. She doesn't pay the lawyer, because her uncle insists on fighting Mary-Elizabeth's family's claims that Alizea tricked the old lady into being added to her will. It's one of the rare things he can do for her, he says; she's ashamed of accepting this from him, when she can't accept anything else, but he's her legal guardian and it's the best solution.
Sometimes, as cheap and empty as the house might be, Alizea is mightily tempted to knock on her freeloaders' bedroom doors and shake them down for rent money.
11: Snowfall -- Bélial (100)
Bélial doesn't take vacations very often. One, he enjoys his work; two, crime doesn't sleep. If he wants to keep the country running, he has to pull his weight. (Plus Astaroth's. Plus Belzebuth's. Unless there's need of a warlord, they're not going to pull theirs.)
When it's winter and the snow falls, he puts away his parchment and gives his secretaries the day off. And then he sits at the window and he watches it fall, soft and pristine and inviting, and deceptively harmless.
Later, Astaroth and Belzebuth drag him to a bar and get him drunk until he forgets.
12: Alone -- Alizea, Fenris (144)
When he howls, the only answers he get are frantic barking storms from the little dogs at the end of the streets. And Ashram, yelling at him to shut up. When he paces the backyard -- eleven strides across as a wolf, twenty-five as a boy -- he only smells metal and oil and rust, and faded hints of a human long dead. His hollow under the garden shack is just the right size for him, and that is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Alizea doesn't like to dirty her clothes, and she winces when he calls, I'm here, but she always leaves the kitchen door open for him. He doesn't understand the first thing about her classes and her town and her life; but when he closes his eyes and lets the weird notions and unknown words wash over him, it's a little less lonely.
13: Irritating people -- Ashram, Askerian (100)
"For research, you say."
Yes, I said research. That's something intelligent people do, when smashing stuff at random gets boring. "Yeah."
"Not because you and Ali are... friends?" And you want in her pants?
"What? No way. I'm four times her age." You're... what, only a hundred times hers?
Yeah, call me a pedo, asshole. "She's halfway through adolescence, she's old enough to fuck whoever she wants." She just better not want you.
Uh huh. Rrright. "...Maybe you're right. She's mature enough..."
...Knew it.
Fracas.
"HEY! You -- Ash -- Kery! You stop fighting right now -- FENRIS, HELP ME!"
14: Forbidden -- Reiyel, Ashram (100)
There are four beings in the world who are forbidden to Reiyel.
Reiyel is without master, without inhibitions. He can do anything he feels like doing; he has the supreme weapon. He doesn't really care. He's beautiful and seductive enough to entice; if enticing doesn't work, he's powerful enough to take and crafty enough to avoid the consequences.
Killian, Ashriel, Kouriel and Ashram are forbidden to him. They're all desirable in their own ways; but somehow he doesn't want to desire them.
It's still amusing to hit on Ashram, just to see what he'll throw at his head this time.
15: Stop that -- Reiyel, Bélial (100) (before Cercle)
"Reiyel, my horns are not clotheslines for jewelry."
Reiyel chuckles. "It looks pretty."
Bélial draws himself up and gives his lover a stern look. "I am not going to the Council looking pretty."
Reiyel's grin widens. "Why not? They'll assume you're vain and an airhead..."
"Yes--"
"...And then you crush them. No one will see it coming."
Bélial pauses; Reiyel is so full of hedonistic delight, sometimes he forgets.
"...We are allies."
"Uh huh. Today. But later?"
"Pet... You won't manipulate me into wearing clunky necklaces in my horns." Bélial smiles, just a bit. "They clash with my hair."
16: Pillows -- Askerian, Reiyel (100)
"OOF." Reiyel rubs his nose, amused. "Might this unworthy peasant inquire why your equine majesty deemed necessary to smack him in the face with His pillow?"
"This peasant needs to shut his mouth before I smack him in the teeth with something harder than a pillow."
"Ooh, cockslapping! Foal of my heart, you're so kinky."
Askerian splutters and glares at him. "Why did I know you'd make this about sex again?!"
"Hey, you're the one who implied I was a pillow-biter. Which I am. So, about that cockslapping?"
Askerian groans. "...One day I'll beat you to death with a rooster."
17: Fever -- Alizea, Askerian (100)
There was one thing Alizea didn't count on, when she forced a transformation on Askerian to teach him to be more tolerant of Fenris.
Sure, he has a humanoid shape. And sometimes he seems entirely human. But it's an illusion; underneath, he's a human-shaped equine.
He's never caught their flu before.
He keeps it even when she releases the spell. She doesn't know what to do, apart from giving him water and soup. It isn't like she can take him to a doctor.
She isn't sure how they'd get a half-ton of unicorn out of the crumpled bed frame, anyway.
18: Clouds -- Fenris (100)
Fenris doesn't get what people get from cloud-watching. He can understand keeping an eye on the weather, of course; but wasting time staring at shapeless fluffy things, way up there in the sky? There really is no need. It isn't as if the shapes all those people say they see will ever get down here, where they might be relevant. And there is no way in hell he's letting anyone take him up there, where he can do nothing but fall. His paws belong on the earth.
But he stares up at the moon, sometimes. Because the moon is different.
19: Time -- Alizea, Ashram (100)
Compared to Ashram, Alizea is a baby. But he looks at her, and he doesn't see a child. Perhaps she's not quite mature yet, but despite his millennia of existence he's never become entirely adult himself. He's a young man; she's a young woman. She's old enough to date, to fuck; so why not with him?
Alizea is aware of the mass of life experience Ashram accumulated; but he doesn't behave with the patience and wisdom she associated with being so mindboggingly ancient. Besides, now she's going to grow at his rhythm anyway; it won't take long to catch up.
20: Far away -- Askerian (100)
Askerian is so far away from everything he's ever known. It's much better than sailing to other continents; he's in another world. Another culture, another species. No magic, and such short lives -- and yet so powerfully inventive.
They take after angels' love of order and after demons' hate of authority. They have nothing of pack or herd -- and when they do, they're feared as criminals, or reviled as unfaithful or misogynists. They're all alike, and yet find so many differences to fight about.
He's mile and miles away from his herd, and recognizes nothing; he's never been happier.
21: Naptime -- Fenris, Reiyel (145)
When Fenris comes home from the supermarket, he abandons the heavy bags in the kitchen with Alizea, kicks off his shoes, and hurries outside to his garden.
He's stressed out, overheated, and tired. He wants to patrol his pocket-sized territory, and then sprawl in the cool grass and nap.
Reiyel is there, already; long hair in disarray, arms apart, ebony wings stretched out.
Fenris stares, swallows a growl. Reiyel's throat is very white against the black of his hair and feathers.
Fenris changes; when he's done touring his garden, he goes and sniffs Reiyel, cautiously. Reiyel opens an eye, but he doesn't move; after a few seconds, Fenris snorts and flicks an ear, and Reiyel's eye closes again.
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When Alizea looks out, she finds them napping side by side in the shade, and can't tell where Fenris' fur ends and where Reiyel's feathers begin.
22: Remembering -- Kouriel (100)(before Cercle)
Sometimes, Kouriel forgets what his twin brother's face looks like. He finds a pond, a mirror of polished metal -- he asks Reiyel to make him one of ice -- and he stares at his own face. He imagines -- same nose; a slightly stronger jaw; irises gold instead of silver; hair blood-red instead of pale-blue.
It's nothing but a stranger's face.
He tries to scowl, to grin, to sneer, to smirk. He feels like a clown, like a child trying on his father's armor.
Sometimes, the only thing Kouriel remembers about his brother is that he's alive, somewhere. Somewhat.
23: If it wasn't you... -- Ashram, Alizea (100) (Alternate Universe :p)
Powerful white mages are so rare. That one promising girl's uncle is too paranoid, won't let her go camping. Ashram waits another hundred years for someone else to get close enough.
When he snags a fiftysomething man, and manages to make him undo the first level of the seal, the man screams himself hoarse upon awakening and has a heart attack.
Ashram ends up back in the seal.
When the construction crew who razed the forest to build a spaceport is blown up along with two thirds of the now ex-mountain, people chalk it up to a Lunarian terrorist attack.
24: Dreaming -- Ginny
Her real name is Virginie. She doesn't like it. It's a name for boring old maids. From now on, she will be a Ginny. Ginny suits her better; it sounds cute and spunky, which she is.
When her parents and friends call her Virginie, she doesn't answer. They get it eventually.
Spunky Ginnies should be redheads, though. Her hair is a boring, dull brown. So she dyes it a fiery orange. She's thirteen, her mother screams; Ginny doesn't see her point.
She also decides that Fenris would like her. Which he does. All is good.
Ginny doesn't dream; she achieves.
25: Looking -- Ashram, Askerian (100)
What Ashram sees: a smarmy, self-righteous son-of-a-donkey who smiles at his girl too much and doesn't have a lick of common sense; else he'd know he doesn't have the power to back up his flat, unimpressed stares and his disdainful comments.
What Askerian sees: a reckless, bloodthirsty bully who's abusing Alizea's blind faith, youth and hospitality, and swaggers around the place like he owns it, a lazy, assholish smirk on his face. He isn't even supposed to be here, officially; he's endangering them all.
It's only when they're watching Baywatch on the big TV that they can have civil conversations.
26: Hidden -- Reiyel (147)(before Cercle)
Reiyel doesn't hide what he is. He sees no point in it, really. When he sees someone beautiful, or entertaining, and he wants to have sex with them, he tells them. (He flirts with everyone because, while not everyone he hits on will provide him with good sex, none will if he doesn't interact with them at all.) When he sees someone dangerous, and he wants to fight them, he provokes them.
When they're all of the above, he tends to want to do both. The order doesn't matter.
People like him, because he's beautiful, charming, powerful, and easy. He likes people because they make life less boring. Sex is interesting. Debates, arguments are interesting. New, intricate spells are interesting. Fights are interesting.
Dying people are interesting.
Besides, sorcery has so many uses for lifeblood.
Reiyel doesn't hide. It isn't his fault that no one ever sees.
27: Fluffy things -- Ashriel, Killian (100)
Her mate is made all of sharp edges and smooth, solid surfaces. Only breaking his usual silence to cut through babble and bullshit right to the heart of the matter; only breaking his still, remote watchfulness to strike down his opponents.
Ashriel is talkative and animated enough, fluffy enough for two. Besides, if ever -- rarely -- she feels like being comforted, the frayed, murky feathers have never quite lost their downy feel; and when she burrows under his strange hybrid wings, Killian doesn't lean closer; but he doesn't move away, either. And silence is just as good as assent.
28: Get out -- Alizea, Ashram, Askerian, Fenris, Reiyel (100)
"... So. What d'you do for fun in this... garden?"
Askerian flicked an ear. /The grass doesn't taste half-bad./
"Yeah, flaunt it. I'll cut my steak outta your--"
/It's your own damn fault -- criticizing her cooking wasn't enough, you had to mention PMS--/
A window swung open. "THINK MORE LOUDLY, I CAN'T QUITE HEAR YOU."
The window slammed closed. Ashram and Askerian hung their heads. Reiyel leaned back on his hands and grinned up at the sky. "Neat, looks like rain."
Ashram groaned. "For fuck's sake -- Doggy, where the hell are you going?"
"Ginny's."
"... Traitor."
29: Tattoo -- Clan of Astaroth (100)(before Cercle)
Other clans tattoo their warriors in regard to prowess and ability. The Astaroths... Well, this is what they mean, too, underneath.
But the first function of their intricate tattoos is to brand the spells of flame and darkness inside them, so that a mere word, a mere thought, will unleash wildfires and plagues of withering flesh.
Ashram waits, and waits, and waits, before he visits the artist-mage. He waits until his power can sustain a forest of candles, until it can strip off shields and turn men to dust; and then he asks for a dark firestorm over his heart.
30: Touch -- Alizea (100)
Sometimes, out of sight, Alizea undresses and spreads her wings. They're too big; they list to the side, awkward, almost useless. On their white surface, the smallest stain shows. However she folds them, her arms are barely long enough to reach and clean -- she's glad she's limber.
She isn't sure how one goes about washing feathers anyway; not with water -- they're not swan-like in that regard, and they get damn heavy when waterlogged.
Still, she stretches them out, and tests. Where they're downy, where they're rigid; where it tickles and where it gives her shivers. Because they're hers.
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thirtyforthree. I hope that's alright. u.u;Alizea, the heroine. Half-angel.
Ashram of the Astaroth clan, the boyfriend. Has fire magic and sorcery.
Reiyel of the Ice, Ashram's cousin. Has ice magic and sorcery. Is a prostitute.
Askerian, shapeshifting unicorn, reporter of sorts. (straight. very straight.
Fenris, werewolf and Alizea's accidental slave.
Ginny, human, neighbour of Alizea, crushes on Fenris. (and before you point it out, she was created before Harry Potter was published in France. u.u if I planned on publishing Cercle, I'd rename her, but since I don't, she'll keep on being a Ginny.)
Kouriel, Ashram's twin brother. A healer, married to a man and a woman. (... who are both still nameless. Damn.)
Belial, Demon Lord, ex-lover of Reiyel.
Killian, father of Ashram and Kouriel and companion of Ashriel.
Ashriel, mother of Ashram and Kouriel and companion of Killian.
Astaroth, Demon Lord, ancestor of Ashram's family, Belial's mentor/friend.
1: Bloodlines -- Alizea, Reiyel (100)
"You son of a whore."
Reiyel smirks. "How'd you guess?"
Alizea huffs. "Oh, shut up, as if she really was!"
"You're right, she wasn't even that good. She mostly just bummed money off people who wanted to boast about having an angel as lover, and then she laid there and cried a lot." He waves it off, flicks his ponytail aside casually. "Could've had more pride and done the job right, but no. ...What were we talking about again?"
Alizea stares at him, and then she turns away and stomps off. Bastard -- wait, no, that one's probably true too.
2: Kisses -- Askerian, Fenris (100)
"Do unicorns kiss?"
Askerian looks up from his notebook and stares in puzzlement at the werewolf. Since when does Fenris make conversation? Especially with him.
"Not amongst the herds," he replies, watching Fenris guardedly.
"Ah."
Why does his careful lack of expression make Askerian want to keep talking? He doesn't even like the kid. "Stallions who date amongst other species do, though."
Fenris blinks questioningly.
"No coat to groom to say 'I like you', after all," Askerian replies with a wry quirk of the lips. "Why, did you try to lick Ginny?"
Fenris stalks out without a word, blushing furiously.
3: Giving Up -- Askerian, Sigarth's herd (100) (Before Cercle)
"It wasn't enough that you had to give me a girly name on top of the stupid curls--"
"They're very pretty curls."
"Mooom! Pretty's for mares!"
"Fine. Handsome. How is your name girly, hon?"
"It has 'loved' in it! No, seriously, that's -- aurgh! And now you up the cutesy factor by giving the brat a matching name! Sun and moon, seriously. You don't really love us, do you?"
The mare huffs in amusement. "Of course I do, my little sun! This will build character."
Askerian stares at his mother, and then he stomps off, disgruntled. She's pure evil.
4: Surprise -- Ashram, Kouriel (100)
"Nothing's really changed, has it."
Kouriel and Ashram are sitting side by side on the edge of their landing platform, legs dangling over the void. Before and under them, the canyon is filled with cousins and uncles and great-grand-nieces; leathery wings, more-or-less red hair, sometimes goat legs, even. It's chaotic and cheerfully noisy.
Kouriel smiles at his twin. "Not that I've seen."
Ashram watches the platforms and paths, waves at a neighbor. "Lariah cut her hair?"
"That's her grand-daughter," Kouriel replies, smothering a chuckle.
"...Shaddap. That doesn't count. I say nothing's changed."
"Alright." A pause. "Oh, I got married."
5: Love bites -- Askerian, Bélial (100)
Askerian is pale, speechless. "Sir, I can't impose--"
"You aren't." Perhaps he thinks Bélial wants his life. "You're safe here. I promised."
Askerian's fists clench; Bélial's eyebrow arches. Askerian bows, tense, unhappy.
"My apologies. I am grateful for your protection."
Bélial watches him. "But you think you don't need it."
The unicorn startles, looks up. "That's -- I know I'm not powerful enough, sir."
"...Pride then?"
Hesitation -- avoidance. "...Yes."
Bélial's wavering empathy kicks in, in time to tell him -- pride, yes. But also compassion.
His rival's pity burns more than his ex-lover's request to assure his protection.
6: If only -- Killian, Astaroth (100)
Astaroth used to vaguely regret not slapping a contraceptive spell on that angel captive before they started passing her around. Astaroth's clan doesn't mind crossbreeding, but it's pure bad luck that her half-breed bastard inherited both white and black magic and ended up wielding neither.
But the brat -- Killian -- makes him proud anyway. No magic, no tail, no claws, no fangs; only the gold of his eyes and the bone structure of his feathered wings similar to his father's clan -- whoever his father might be -- and yet he's one of the most lethal of his descendents.
7: Hugs -- Fenris, Ginny (100)
Fenris doesn't let people touch him; it's a rule. Fenris is not home here; he's a slave, in alien lands. Alizea is nice, but she doesn't get him. Ashram taunts him -- he can't fight back. And then the ancestral enemy, the unicorn.
Fenris misses the pack, the nuzzles and the shoves, the piles of littermates to curl up with. But this is not a pack -- he doesn't belong. So he doesn't touch them.
Ginny just leans against him, pets his ears, rides on his back; and when he's human she hugs him, like he belongs in her arms.
8: Babies -- Kouriel and his spouses (400) ("Fingers" is his husband's nickname, not his actual name. I still don't know either of their names. u.u;; Suggestions?)
Kouriel knows that there's going to be trouble when his husband confides, "I'd kind of like having a child around."
Their wife just snorts dismissively. "So then walk around the Pits until some street rat picks your pocket, and mentor them."
"Please, as if I would mentor anyone with so little pickpocketing abilities they'd get caught that easily."
"Love, you would catch anyone at this game," Kouriel soothes.
"Didn't catch me," their wife boasts, smirking widely.
"That's because you plowed into me so hard I couldn't feel my toes, much less my coin purse." A disdainful sniff. "And I still want a child around. Not specifically to mentor..."
"You miss babies?" Kouriel asks with a smile. "You can always come over to my clan's hold and baby-sit. If I vouch for you..."
Kouriel's husband sighs. "It's not quite the same. The kid wouldn't be a part of our household..."
There's a long, meaningful look being directed at the woman in the corner, the one currently sharpening her spear. She throws a long, just as meaningful but slightly more dangerous look right back. "You planning on growing a womb anytime soon, Fingers?"
"I shouldn't have to! We've got a perfectly functional womb right here."
Ooh, that's going to get nasty. Kouriel moves between them cautiously.
She growls, teeth bared. "Like hell I'm gonna stop fighting and get all out of shape! Can't rest on my laurels and take years off for mothering just now."
"What if you took a break until it pops out? Angel-love can take care of the mothering part just fine OW OW KOURIEL! And you call yourself a healer!"
Kouriel smiles gently down, from his seat on his husband's hips. "You know, I could easily amputate your superfluous parts, carve out some of that muscle mass," a pat to his husband's stomach, "and heal you a womb instead."
"... You what?!"
Kouriel ends up on the floor as his husband retreats fast and far, and blinks innocently at his wife.
"... You couldn't really do that, could you?" she whispers to him.
"Of course not," he replies just as softly, and stifles a snicker as he hears the bathroom door locking.
"Hah, knew it." She grins widely. "Oi, Fingers! You didn't say. Still want kids?" she calls out, laughing.
There's the sound of a chair dragged behind the door, and then a haughty, dignified, "NO, thank you."
9: Talking over Distance -- Ashram, Fenris (136)
Fenris' howl startles the whole forest into a state of panic. Alizea bites her lip, worried. "I don't like this -- he's alone, what if they find -- Ashram!"
Ashram just went and disappeared behind the trees. Askerian and Alizea give each other alarmed looks.
They're not reassured to hear the demon calling, "HEY, FURBALL," but at least when Fenris snarls in answer, they know he's alive. If a little miffed.
They keep shouting to each other as they corral the enemies; as much "I'm here" as "shut up, asshole". Askerian's ears are flat on his neck; Alizea keeps telling herself that at least there's no way the bad guys will know she's coming.
When it's over, she glares tiredly at the two hotheads, and shakes her head. "We really have to talk about buying you cellphones."
10: Rent -- Alizea (100)
Alizea doesn't pay the rent, because Mary-Elizabeth owned her house. She doesn't pay the lawyer, because her uncle insists on fighting Mary-Elizabeth's family's claims that Alizea tricked the old lady into being added to her will. It's one of the rare things he can do for her, he says; she's ashamed of accepting this from him, when she can't accept anything else, but he's her legal guardian and it's the best solution.
Sometimes, as cheap and empty as the house might be, Alizea is mightily tempted to knock on her freeloaders' bedroom doors and shake them down for rent money.
11: Snowfall -- Bélial (100)
Bélial doesn't take vacations very often. One, he enjoys his work; two, crime doesn't sleep. If he wants to keep the country running, he has to pull his weight. (Plus Astaroth's. Plus Belzebuth's. Unless there's need of a warlord, they're not going to pull theirs.)
When it's winter and the snow falls, he puts away his parchment and gives his secretaries the day off. And then he sits at the window and he watches it fall, soft and pristine and inviting, and deceptively harmless.
Later, Astaroth and Belzebuth drag him to a bar and get him drunk until he forgets.
12: Alone -- Alizea, Fenris (144)
When he howls, the only answers he get are frantic barking storms from the little dogs at the end of the streets. And Ashram, yelling at him to shut up. When he paces the backyard -- eleven strides across as a wolf, twenty-five as a boy -- he only smells metal and oil and rust, and faded hints of a human long dead. His hollow under the garden shack is just the right size for him, and that is wrong, wrong, wrong.
Alizea doesn't like to dirty her clothes, and she winces when he calls, I'm here, but she always leaves the kitchen door open for him. He doesn't understand the first thing about her classes and her town and her life; but when he closes his eyes and lets the weird notions and unknown words wash over him, it's a little less lonely.
13: Irritating people -- Ashram, Askerian (100)
"For research, you say."
Yes, I said research. That's something intelligent people do, when smashing stuff at random gets boring. "Yeah."
"Not because you and Ali are... friends?" And you want in her pants?
"What? No way. I'm four times her age." You're... what, only a hundred times hers?
Yeah, call me a pedo, asshole. "She's halfway through adolescence, she's old enough to fuck whoever she wants." She just better not want you.
Uh huh. Rrright. "...Maybe you're right. She's mature enough..."
...Knew it.
Fracas.
"HEY! You -- Ash -- Kery! You stop fighting right now -- FENRIS, HELP ME!"
14: Forbidden -- Reiyel, Ashram (100)
There are four beings in the world who are forbidden to Reiyel.
Reiyel is without master, without inhibitions. He can do anything he feels like doing; he has the supreme weapon. He doesn't really care. He's beautiful and seductive enough to entice; if enticing doesn't work, he's powerful enough to take and crafty enough to avoid the consequences.
Killian, Ashriel, Kouriel and Ashram are forbidden to him. They're all desirable in their own ways; but somehow he doesn't want to desire them.
It's still amusing to hit on Ashram, just to see what he'll throw at his head this time.
15: Stop that -- Reiyel, Bélial (100) (before Cercle)
"Reiyel, my horns are not clotheslines for jewelry."
Reiyel chuckles. "It looks pretty."
Bélial draws himself up and gives his lover a stern look. "I am not going to the Council looking pretty."
Reiyel's grin widens. "Why not? They'll assume you're vain and an airhead..."
"Yes--"
"...And then you crush them. No one will see it coming."
Bélial pauses; Reiyel is so full of hedonistic delight, sometimes he forgets.
"...We are allies."
"Uh huh. Today. But later?"
"Pet... You won't manipulate me into wearing clunky necklaces in my horns." Bélial smiles, just a bit. "They clash with my hair."
16: Pillows -- Askerian, Reiyel (100)
"OOF." Reiyel rubs his nose, amused. "Might this unworthy peasant inquire why your equine majesty deemed necessary to smack him in the face with His pillow?"
"This peasant needs to shut his mouth before I smack him in the teeth with something harder than a pillow."
"Ooh, cockslapping! Foal of my heart, you're so kinky."
Askerian splutters and glares at him. "Why did I know you'd make this about sex again?!"
"Hey, you're the one who implied I was a pillow-biter. Which I am. So, about that cockslapping?"
Askerian groans. "...One day I'll beat you to death with a rooster."
17: Fever -- Alizea, Askerian (100)
There was one thing Alizea didn't count on, when she forced a transformation on Askerian to teach him to be more tolerant of Fenris.
Sure, he has a humanoid shape. And sometimes he seems entirely human. But it's an illusion; underneath, he's a human-shaped equine.
He's never caught their flu before.
He keeps it even when she releases the spell. She doesn't know what to do, apart from giving him water and soup. It isn't like she can take him to a doctor.
She isn't sure how they'd get a half-ton of unicorn out of the crumpled bed frame, anyway.
18: Clouds -- Fenris (100)
Fenris doesn't get what people get from cloud-watching. He can understand keeping an eye on the weather, of course; but wasting time staring at shapeless fluffy things, way up there in the sky? There really is no need. It isn't as if the shapes all those people say they see will ever get down here, where they might be relevant. And there is no way in hell he's letting anyone take him up there, where he can do nothing but fall. His paws belong on the earth.
But he stares up at the moon, sometimes. Because the moon is different.
19: Time -- Alizea, Ashram (100)
Compared to Ashram, Alizea is a baby. But he looks at her, and he doesn't see a child. Perhaps she's not quite mature yet, but despite his millennia of existence he's never become entirely adult himself. He's a young man; she's a young woman. She's old enough to date, to fuck; so why not with him?
Alizea is aware of the mass of life experience Ashram accumulated; but he doesn't behave with the patience and wisdom she associated with being so mindboggingly ancient. Besides, now she's going to grow at his rhythm anyway; it won't take long to catch up.
20: Far away -- Askerian (100)
Askerian is so far away from everything he's ever known. It's much better than sailing to other continents; he's in another world. Another culture, another species. No magic, and such short lives -- and yet so powerfully inventive.
They take after angels' love of order and after demons' hate of authority. They have nothing of pack or herd -- and when they do, they're feared as criminals, or reviled as unfaithful or misogynists. They're all alike, and yet find so many differences to fight about.
He's mile and miles away from his herd, and recognizes nothing; he's never been happier.
21: Naptime -- Fenris, Reiyel (145)
When Fenris comes home from the supermarket, he abandons the heavy bags in the kitchen with Alizea, kicks off his shoes, and hurries outside to his garden.
He's stressed out, overheated, and tired. He wants to patrol his pocket-sized territory, and then sprawl in the cool grass and nap.
Reiyel is there, already; long hair in disarray, arms apart, ebony wings stretched out.
Fenris stares, swallows a growl. Reiyel's throat is very white against the black of his hair and feathers.
Fenris changes; when he's done touring his garden, he goes and sniffs Reiyel, cautiously. Reiyel opens an eye, but he doesn't move; after a few seconds, Fenris snorts and flicks an ear, and Reiyel's eye closes again.
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When Alizea looks out, she finds them napping side by side in the shade, and can't tell where Fenris' fur ends and where Reiyel's feathers begin.
22: Remembering -- Kouriel (100)(before Cercle)
Sometimes, Kouriel forgets what his twin brother's face looks like. He finds a pond, a mirror of polished metal -- he asks Reiyel to make him one of ice -- and he stares at his own face. He imagines -- same nose; a slightly stronger jaw; irises gold instead of silver; hair blood-red instead of pale-blue.
It's nothing but a stranger's face.
He tries to scowl, to grin, to sneer, to smirk. He feels like a clown, like a child trying on his father's armor.
Sometimes, the only thing Kouriel remembers about his brother is that he's alive, somewhere. Somewhat.
23: If it wasn't you... -- Ashram, Alizea (100) (Alternate Universe :p)
Powerful white mages are so rare. That one promising girl's uncle is too paranoid, won't let her go camping. Ashram waits another hundred years for someone else to get close enough.
When he snags a fiftysomething man, and manages to make him undo the first level of the seal, the man screams himself hoarse upon awakening and has a heart attack.
Ashram ends up back in the seal.
When the construction crew who razed the forest to build a spaceport is blown up along with two thirds of the now ex-mountain, people chalk it up to a Lunarian terrorist attack.
24: Dreaming -- Ginny
Her real name is Virginie. She doesn't like it. It's a name for boring old maids. From now on, she will be a Ginny. Ginny suits her better; it sounds cute and spunky, which she is.
When her parents and friends call her Virginie, she doesn't answer. They get it eventually.
Spunky Ginnies should be redheads, though. Her hair is a boring, dull brown. So she dyes it a fiery orange. She's thirteen, her mother screams; Ginny doesn't see her point.
She also decides that Fenris would like her. Which he does. All is good.
Ginny doesn't dream; she achieves.
25: Looking -- Ashram, Askerian (100)
What Ashram sees: a smarmy, self-righteous son-of-a-donkey who smiles at his girl too much and doesn't have a lick of common sense; else he'd know he doesn't have the power to back up his flat, unimpressed stares and his disdainful comments.
What Askerian sees: a reckless, bloodthirsty bully who's abusing Alizea's blind faith, youth and hospitality, and swaggers around the place like he owns it, a lazy, assholish smirk on his face. He isn't even supposed to be here, officially; he's endangering them all.
It's only when they're watching Baywatch on the big TV that they can have civil conversations.
26: Hidden -- Reiyel (147)(before Cercle)
Reiyel doesn't hide what he is. He sees no point in it, really. When he sees someone beautiful, or entertaining, and he wants to have sex with them, he tells them. (He flirts with everyone because, while not everyone he hits on will provide him with good sex, none will if he doesn't interact with them at all.) When he sees someone dangerous, and he wants to fight them, he provokes them.
When they're all of the above, he tends to want to do both. The order doesn't matter.
People like him, because he's beautiful, charming, powerful, and easy. He likes people because they make life less boring. Sex is interesting. Debates, arguments are interesting. New, intricate spells are interesting. Fights are interesting.
Dying people are interesting.
Besides, sorcery has so many uses for lifeblood.
Reiyel doesn't hide. It isn't his fault that no one ever sees.
27: Fluffy things -- Ashriel, Killian (100)
Her mate is made all of sharp edges and smooth, solid surfaces. Only breaking his usual silence to cut through babble and bullshit right to the heart of the matter; only breaking his still, remote watchfulness to strike down his opponents.
Ashriel is talkative and animated enough, fluffy enough for two. Besides, if ever -- rarely -- she feels like being comforted, the frayed, murky feathers have never quite lost their downy feel; and when she burrows under his strange hybrid wings, Killian doesn't lean closer; but he doesn't move away, either. And silence is just as good as assent.
28: Get out -- Alizea, Ashram, Askerian, Fenris, Reiyel (100)
"... So. What d'you do for fun in this... garden?"
Askerian flicked an ear. /The grass doesn't taste half-bad./
"Yeah, flaunt it. I'll cut my steak outta your--"
/It's your own damn fault -- criticizing her cooking wasn't enough, you had to mention PMS--/
A window swung open. "THINK MORE LOUDLY, I CAN'T QUITE HEAR YOU."
The window slammed closed. Ashram and Askerian hung their heads. Reiyel leaned back on his hands and grinned up at the sky. "Neat, looks like rain."
Ashram groaned. "For fuck's sake -- Doggy, where the hell are you going?"
"Ginny's."
"... Traitor."
29: Tattoo -- Clan of Astaroth (100)(before Cercle)
Other clans tattoo their warriors in regard to prowess and ability. The Astaroths... Well, this is what they mean, too, underneath.
But the first function of their intricate tattoos is to brand the spells of flame and darkness inside them, so that a mere word, a mere thought, will unleash wildfires and plagues of withering flesh.
Ashram waits, and waits, and waits, before he visits the artist-mage. He waits until his power can sustain a forest of candles, until it can strip off shields and turn men to dust; and then he asks for a dark firestorm over his heart.
30: Touch -- Alizea (100)
Sometimes, out of sight, Alizea undresses and spreads her wings. They're too big; they list to the side, awkward, almost useless. On their white surface, the smallest stain shows. However she folds them, her arms are barely long enough to reach and clean -- she's glad she's limber.
She isn't sure how one goes about washing feathers anyway; not with water -- they're not swan-like in that regard, and they get damn heavy when waterlogged.
Still, she stretches them out, and tests. Where they're downy, where they're rigid; where it tickles and where it gives her shivers. Because they're hers.
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Et Fen me fait mourir de rire XD Comment embrasser, mhh? XDD
Et pauvre Bélial T_T
Et Killiaaaaaaaan *________*
Je sais, très constructif.
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pauvre fenfen, il se demandait juste si c'était normal ;____;
Je t'aime quand même. ^o^
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Des noms? Et tu me demandes ça à moi? XDDD
Ce sont quoi, des démons tous les deux? Ils ressemblent à quoi?
Oui, pauvre Fen XD Il est vraiment trop chou!
Moi aussi je t'aime :p Tu réécris le Cercle quoi! *_*
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Ce sont des démons pur jus tous les deux, mais je sais pas s'ils appartiennent à l'un des sept clans majeurs. La femme est de la taille de Kouriel, musclée sec, plutôt agressive/franche, elle aime bien rigoler. Le mari est une grande perche, genre intello sans un sou, plutôt pince sans rire. et, euh, c'est tout ce que je sais sur eux. Je crois que la femme est brune et le mari vaguement blond...? chatain peut-être, chaipas.
u___u;;;;; voui voui...
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Hum, hum. Bon, je vois un peu le genre, je vais voir si je trouve quelque chose ^^;
*sautille partout* Le Cercle! Le Cercle!!
(et oui, je te ferai chier avec cette histoire toute ta vie XD)
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*paws the shiny*
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Alas! I have no original threesomes, except Kouriel and his spouses, and they're so background filler material that they don't even have names. So.
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So looking forward to this story. like, almost as much as Cyborg!Sasuke Au.
Soo... can I venture a questioning as to when the next chapter will be out without sounding like a totally annoying fangirl?
Of which I am and always have been... whoops.+J+
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Next chapter of what? ^__^ (the reply will probably be, as always, "when i've written it." Because my inspiration is a very random thing, alas.)
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Totally understanding the 'when I've written it' dealio. -flashes Nice Guy Pose for your inspiration/support
and the sake of being dumb.+J+
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can't wait to read more of your cercle (i'm sorry i'm so lazy with reviewing *bow down*
oh, and the pictures are sooooo beautiful! *stare*
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okay, drooling contained to this Tupperware now. *holds it up* these are really fun! i like how much of a cute bugger Ginny is, and how Fenris' feelings are wild and caught-in-a-trap freaked, and and and and...*dies of awesome from Asuka*
I totally wanna stick my hands in Askerian's hair and ruffle it to hell. he'd be pissed tho.
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Ginny is a bouncing ball of cute. She keels me ded. x___x As for Fenfen... T__T woe. *petpetscritches*
bah, you're a girl. He'd let you. Aske's a sap with girls. XD
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In any case, I think you know which ones my favorites are HEHE.
juste une question (enfin plusieurs ...)
(Anonymous) 2006-10-09 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)ps c dommage ke t arreté décrire werewolf (jadorais cette histoire) mais eske t pourrai me dire komen tenvisageai la fin stp ?
Re: juste une question (enfin plusieurs ...)
Je traduirai les minifics un de ces jours, j'étais juste distraite par d'autres choses. XD;;;
Par contre je vais beaucoup changer Drao, voire me débarrasser de lui complètement, parce que franchement il sert pas à grand-chose à part se faire bouffer par les vampires and faire la cuisine.
Je traduis le résumé de Werewolf tout de suite, désolée d'avoir oublié ^^;;;;
Re: juste une question (enfin plusieurs ...)
(Anonymous) 2006-10-10 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)