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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:54 pm
With trembling muscles Minist crawled over to him on her hands and knees. Still breathing heavy she shoved him so that he was on his back, ignoring the pain in her arm and side, and kissed him hard. It was messy and eager. Then she flopped down next to him, sore and tired.
". . . Hey, a*****e, I'm Minist."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:34 am
He heard her move from her spot but didn't do anything about it. He saw her forcefully turn him onto his back but didn't do anything about it. He felt her lips attack his face but didn't do anything about it. He had been caught in the eyes of a dangerous predator gearing to rip out his jugular and his entire body had frozen. Even the nervous trembling had shut itself off. Completely still, eyes locked open, he couldn't straighten out his brain nodes until she finally got off of him and settled back on the ground. His eyes darted back and forth when he clicked back into reality. Holy s**t, he was close to panicking, this was completely ludicrous of him to be losing control of himself like this, this was a perfectly normal caligenous relationship blooming into existence, nothing to lose your s**t over, oh my gog how did the average every-night troll even deal with this sort of emotional upheaval?!? He had to catch his breath again. He was reacting really badly. He was better than this. He wasn't going to be some melty, jelly-legged pansy for this wretch to have her way with.
The point was to fight back.
He grappled his nerves and brought them under control. No heavy sighs, she would notice. Maybe blink a bit though. Yeah, that was fine. He was fine.
Then she spoke up, "Hey, a*****e, I'm Minist." Ah, so it was finally the time for the much delayed name-exchange? And now Taquin would tell her his. Yes, that would be proper. Submissive. Not exactly his style. He licked some lingering yellow blood off his lips and turned onto his elbow to face her."Minist, is it? Hm... I think I still prefer Fuzzball." He reached to ruffle her hair with his (still aching) hand as was his obnoxious custom. He then realized that his glasses were absent from his face and probably had been for a while now.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 2:01 pm
He didn't tell her his name in return. That a*****e. How dare he not take the bait. Instead he ruffled her hair. She was too tired and in too much pain to knock his hand away. She just turned her head and stared at him. Now that the fight was over she could finally feel just how painful every breath was. Breathing wasn't a thing that needed to happen anymore. Moving wasn't a thing that needed to be a thing. She could just lie here doing nothing and be fine with that. Wait, no, that was stupid. He still had the gall to not tell her his name after she kissed him! She couldn't take that lying down! She was actually lying down, too, which didn't make it any better.
She tried to match his posture, but neither her ribs nor her arm would allow for it, so she put her head back on solid ground and stared at the stars overhead. "That it?" she breathed. Minist was going to say more, but suddenly her tongue decided it didn't want to work with a hole through it. Just her luck. Here she was throwing herself at him and he didn't even have the decency to tell her his name and now she couldn't even partake in witty banter. What a jerk. So instead she closed her eyes and flipped him off.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 7:19 pm
Her unresponsiveness to his - admittedly shitty - attempt to rekindle the annoyance and hate in the atmosphere was rather disappointing. All he got for his trouble was a short retort and an upraised finger. His snarky pose was no longer worth the pain in his back and wrist, so he let himself roll back into flatness, his arms discarded above his head. Seeing the sky above him made him chuckle softly. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was to mask the pain of his throbbing bruises. Perhaps it was laying in the grass so calmly next to someone he so deeply loathed. Maybe it was because he was amused by the color of the stars because usually they were a shade more purple because of his glasses, but now his glasses were not on his face and were probably broken somewhere on the ground and he would have to get them mothergrubbing fixed again.
...But of course her question was valid. Exchange of names was custom, and since they had been putting it off for so long it was an even more mandatory gesture. However... Taquin didn't feel like playing nice just yet. Why not keep himself a little something to lord over her for potential future shenanigans? Maybe he could use it as some sort of bribe one night. Or make it into a game of wits, like that menial little fairy Trollmplestiltskin. He let out a thoughtful sigh (ow, the soft pains) after his long pause. "Yeah... That's it." He would never stop being a jackass.
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