{Two Stick} Learning the rules
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:35 amSixty odd years before current events...
Ignis woke to find Two Stick Lightning hard at work in the lab, carefully measuring a thick, viscous liquid from one clay beaker to another. He watched her for a few minutes, propping himself up on his elbow, admiring her iron concentration and lithe form, before easing himself into trous and walking towards her.
"Good morning," Two Stick replied, without even turning her head from her measurements, "Please don't touch me, this ichor is highly caustic."
He blinked with irritation, then tried to hide it with a smile. She noticed, but said nothing.
"Good morning to you too, Lightning girl. When you have a moment, will you get me some breakfast?"
"I'm in the middle of something important, Ignis," she replied, clearly distracted by her experiment, "You can get your own breakfast this morning, you know where the storehouse is."
He looked at her for a moment, eyes full of incredulity. Ignis's companion looked up from his makeshift perch, shifting from foot to foot with his partners agitation.
"My breakfast is important as well, Two Stick," he said carefully, anger starting to creep into his voice, "Be a good girl and go and fetch it for me, it won't take you very long."
( Cut for violence and abuse, possibly triggering )
Ignis woke to find Two Stick Lightning hard at work in the lab, carefully measuring a thick, viscous liquid from one clay beaker to another. He watched her for a few minutes, propping himself up on his elbow, admiring her iron concentration and lithe form, before easing himself into trous and walking towards her.
"Good morning," Two Stick replied, without even turning her head from her measurements, "Please don't touch me, this ichor is highly caustic."
He blinked with irritation, then tried to hide it with a smile. She noticed, but said nothing.
"Good morning to you too, Lightning girl. When you have a moment, will you get me some breakfast?"
"I'm in the middle of something important, Ignis," she replied, clearly distracted by her experiment, "You can get your own breakfast this morning, you know where the storehouse is."
He looked at her for a moment, eyes full of incredulity. Ignis's companion looked up from his makeshift perch, shifting from foot to foot with his partners agitation.
"My breakfast is important as well, Two Stick," he said carefully, anger starting to creep into his voice, "Be a good girl and go and fetch it for me, it won't take you very long."
( Cut for violence and abuse, possibly triggering )