So Monday Sucked
Jun. 5th, 2007 06:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrI declare Tuesday will be better.
Snippet of Meant Chp. 13, to start the day for some, end the day for others, and I guess a few of you are at lunch more or less? ^__^
Chapter Thirteen
Unregistered Planet (Temporary PSN 481774), Codename "Haven"
"Shh," Raoul murmured as Yevi's eyes snapped open. "Just me."
Yevi reached up and yanked Raoul's hand from his mouth.
Raoul pressed a finger to his own lips, then slowly stood, motioning for Yevi to follow him. He waited impatiently as Yevi dressed, though not so impatiently he didn't appreciate the few glimpses he caught. When Yevi was ready, Raoul turned and led the way out of the dark room and out into the darker night. Slowly he wove his way through the complex, dodging those who had pulled night watch.
When they were finally well away from the camp, he turned to Yevi and grinned. "So if I tell you I found the ship, do I get a kiss?"
Yevi looked at him in surprise. "You found it? Already?" He glared. "I've been trying to find it for ages. How the stars did you find it so quickly?"
"Rock spider," Raoul said with a wink. "I thought like a rock, not like a plant." He motioned to the ground as they entered the forest which surrounded the camp. It had taken him several nights of sneaking around, but he'd done it. "There's a path here; I doubt you can see it."
"It's damn near pitch-black, how can you see anything?" Yevi snapped.
"Again with my rocky half – caves aren't very will lit, you know."
Yevi muttered something Raoul couldn't quite catch, then subsided into silence as they walked.
One thing Raoul had learned – by damn near killing himself – was that they were pretty damn close to the coast of this planet's ocean. Damn close and very high up.
He threw his arm out to stop Yevi as they reached the edge of the cliff. Yevi hastily back up a few steps.
"Down we go," Raoul said cheerfully, unable to help it. If his features and magics weren't enough to prove he was half-Fornarian, his love – need – to climb would suffice. Nothing was greater than the height, climbing, scaling, the world vertical rather than horizontal.
Yevi frowned. "What?"
"Down," Raoul repeated. "It's in the cliff."
"I am not climbing down a cliff where I could fall into the ocean and drown, assuming I don't smash against the rocks first." Yevi backed up another step.
Raoul blinked. "You're scared of heights."
"When there is ground available I prefer to keep my feet firmly upon it, and I prefer it to be low ground rather than high. I'm not some lunatic rock spider with a desire to plummet to my death someday."
Raoul flashed a grin. "You're just worried the trip will muss your hair, aren't you?"
Snarling, Yevi stepped in and swung, fist flying for Raoul's head.
Catching it, Raoul dragged Yevi flush against him and focused his magics, sticking to the furious Vrill, then turned and leapt neatly off the cliff. His free hand caught, stuck, to the cliff face and Raoul quickly planted his feet, settling their weight – then covered Yevi's mouth with his own to muffle the startled Vrill's cries.
Cries which rapidly turned to cures, and Raoul swore softly as teeth sank hard into his bottom lip. He licked the blood away as he pulled back. "Unnecessary violence, sweetheart," he said with a smile.
"I am going to kill you," Yevi hissed. But the anger in his voice was threaded with genuine fear, and his nails dug painfully into Raoul's shoulders, even through two layers of fabric.
Raoul frowned, feeling guilty and rather wretched. He hadn't realized Yevi was petrified. Tightening his grip around the Vrill's waist, he pressed Yevi firmly against the cliff face. Then he leaned in to brush his lips feather light over Yevi's, deepening it slowly and gently, until Yevi was kissing him back and the nails eased from his shoulders.
"You know how to kiss," Yevi said, sounding more like himself, "but I'm still going to kill you."
//
Will try to finish chapter tonight, but my plans have a way of never obeying me. Must also fix internet, which suddenly hates Sarah =_= And somedays I can't help but feel that everyone would be happier if I gave up this stupid living on my own thing and crawled back home. But, will pull self out of funk. I fucked bad at work yesterday and it's getting to me.
Snippet of Meant Chp. 13, to start the day for some, end the day for others, and I guess a few of you are at lunch more or less? ^__^
Chapter Thirteen
Unregistered Planet (Temporary PSN 481774), Codename "Haven"
"Shh," Raoul murmured as Yevi's eyes snapped open. "Just me."
Yevi reached up and yanked Raoul's hand from his mouth.
Raoul pressed a finger to his own lips, then slowly stood, motioning for Yevi to follow him. He waited impatiently as Yevi dressed, though not so impatiently he didn't appreciate the few glimpses he caught. When Yevi was ready, Raoul turned and led the way out of the dark room and out into the darker night. Slowly he wove his way through the complex, dodging those who had pulled night watch.
When they were finally well away from the camp, he turned to Yevi and grinned. "So if I tell you I found the ship, do I get a kiss?"
Yevi looked at him in surprise. "You found it? Already?" He glared. "I've been trying to find it for ages. How the stars did you find it so quickly?"
"Rock spider," Raoul said with a wink. "I thought like a rock, not like a plant." He motioned to the ground as they entered the forest which surrounded the camp. It had taken him several nights of sneaking around, but he'd done it. "There's a path here; I doubt you can see it."
"It's damn near pitch-black, how can you see anything?" Yevi snapped.
"Again with my rocky half – caves aren't very will lit, you know."
Yevi muttered something Raoul couldn't quite catch, then subsided into silence as they walked.
One thing Raoul had learned – by damn near killing himself – was that they were pretty damn close to the coast of this planet's ocean. Damn close and very high up.
He threw his arm out to stop Yevi as they reached the edge of the cliff. Yevi hastily back up a few steps.
"Down we go," Raoul said cheerfully, unable to help it. If his features and magics weren't enough to prove he was half-Fornarian, his love – need – to climb would suffice. Nothing was greater than the height, climbing, scaling, the world vertical rather than horizontal.
Yevi frowned. "What?"
"Down," Raoul repeated. "It's in the cliff."
"I am not climbing down a cliff where I could fall into the ocean and drown, assuming I don't smash against the rocks first." Yevi backed up another step.
Raoul blinked. "You're scared of heights."
"When there is ground available I prefer to keep my feet firmly upon it, and I prefer it to be low ground rather than high. I'm not some lunatic rock spider with a desire to plummet to my death someday."
Raoul flashed a grin. "You're just worried the trip will muss your hair, aren't you?"
Snarling, Yevi stepped in and swung, fist flying for Raoul's head.
Catching it, Raoul dragged Yevi flush against him and focused his magics, sticking to the furious Vrill, then turned and leapt neatly off the cliff. His free hand caught, stuck, to the cliff face and Raoul quickly planted his feet, settling their weight – then covered Yevi's mouth with his own to muffle the startled Vrill's cries.
Cries which rapidly turned to cures, and Raoul swore softly as teeth sank hard into his bottom lip. He licked the blood away as he pulled back. "Unnecessary violence, sweetheart," he said with a smile.
"I am going to kill you," Yevi hissed. But the anger in his voice was threaded with genuine fear, and his nails dug painfully into Raoul's shoulders, even through two layers of fabric.
Raoul frowned, feeling guilty and rather wretched. He hadn't realized Yevi was petrified. Tightening his grip around the Vrill's waist, he pressed Yevi firmly against the cliff face. Then he leaned in to brush his lips feather light over Yevi's, deepening it slowly and gently, until Yevi was kissing him back and the nails eased from his shoulders.
"You know how to kiss," Yevi said, sounding more like himself, "but I'm still going to kill you."
//
Will try to finish chapter tonight, but my plans have a way of never obeying me. Must also fix internet, which suddenly hates Sarah =_= And somedays I can't help but feel that everyone would be happier if I gave up this stupid living on my own thing and crawled back home. But, will pull self out of funk. I fucked bad at work yesterday and it's getting to me.
