for Cielle, and for past!me, who writes actually half-decent things and then forgets about them until like, millions of months later. This is super old so pls mind
edit: LOL I ACTUALLY ALREADY POSTED THIS OH WELL KIDDOS HAVE THE WIP! INSTEAD
"I want to go outside!" Aran declares one day over the table, pushing her action figure onto the wood in frustration. Prince is sitting across from her, lazily watching Bent knit from the corner of his eye.
"Then go." Prince snorts, and Bent can't even find it in himself to scathingly remind Prince that Aran is human. After Prince nearly killed Calla for trying to trick Aran into being potion fodder, there isn't a demon in the swamp who knows what not to touch.
"Not outside," Aran sighs with impatient exasperation. "I mean outside."
There is a collective chill that runs down both of Aran’s guardian’s spines, and they both exchange glances for a moment, and there is a moment of silence before Prince has rolled his eyes and throws his arms back behind his head.
“Descriptive.”He comments languidly. “Unfortunately for you, it ain’t mommy’s choice but daddy’s over there.”
Aran turns her head to Bent expectantly, who gives Prince a half hearted glare behind the thick collar that hides his mouth. His fingers have stopped sewing for the moment as he considers the prospect, and Aran stares at him hopefully.
“Where did this suddenly come from?” Bent asks lightly instead, and Prince snorts because he knows that the other demon is just stalling for time. Aran huffs again, impatiently hitting the table with her action figure. Neither demon stops her, figuring having the girl show any form of aggression would be helpful for the future.
“I’m ten.” Aran presses the word out like it’s a sin she’s committed, and from the way she’s crinkled her nose distastefully Prince suspects she thinks it is. Ever since her birthday the girl has been looking displeased about the age. When Prince had asked her why, she had complained that she was getting as old as him.
Bent laughed so hard he had to excuse himself from the party for five minutes. And by laughing, Prince meant making strange huffy wheezy noises.
Whata ********’ old geezer.
 Siyaahi · Sun Mar 23, 2014 @ 04:54am · 0 Comments |
