“You drows can’t be freckled!”
“I’m not freckled,” Jorge snorts, warming his hands over a fire.
“Well, you definitely are.”
The half-drow hisses and squeezes the elf-magical waves on other’s body even tighter. Flashes of bright blue light flow around his neck and fade at the chest, but they are still not enough to shut the talkative creature up. He wonders how long it’ll last.
“So, what’s your name?” other asks again, flapping his eyes innocently.
“Jorge.”
“’s not a suitable name for a drow, honestly. Especially for a freckled one.”
“I’m not...”
“I get it, lad. And when you are so close, I’ll pretend I can’t see all these golden sparkles over your face.”
Other’s sitting almost unbearably close to his side, absolutely indifferent to the blue tight waves on his body.
“Stop freaking bothering me, will you?”
“But you are, like, so gorgeous.”
“You’d better be thankful I’m trying my best not to chop your annoying head off your shoulders.”
“Ouch, I really am! What a terrible loss to the world it would be.”
The half-drow takes a few steps from the bonfire, placing himself down onto the grass. They’re stuck in the woods for a few hours due to the sandstorms, and he had to spend it with him from all the beings.
“What do you want from me?”
“Honestly, I was kind of bored. Thus, I decided to do a favor and keep you company. I heard you’re aiming to the Highlands?” he can only nod in response, slightly irritated.
“Bo-oring,” other scoffs once again, and Jorge can’t hold a sarcastic smirk back.
“Everything’s boring to you, eh?”
“Sí, somehow except you, señor,” the half-drow frowns and squints suspiciously. “Like, your skin is so beautiful, glooming and smooth. And your cute little bottom fangs, like, are truly cute. Your shining silver hair, your deep purple eyes with those bright green streaks. You are interesting.”
Jorge’s clearly angry now. He’s being mocked: who on earth in their right mind would do something as dangerous as teasing an, actually, half-drow?
“And surely your freckles…”
He closes his fist completely and a jet of flame cuts into other’s throat. A short scream and just a pile of glossy ashes scatters around. Jorge didn’t mean it in fact, despite his father’s wicked nature seething inside. But the pile suddenly gathers together again, forming a small tornado, and a familiar thin figure starts slowly forming. The creature needs a few moments to gather his human form and, when did so, only shrugs off:
“Where did we stop?”
The half-drow smiles unwillingly with relief and pushes the other’s skinny frame into an awkward cuddle, feeling the warmth of his recent rebirth.
“Just for a record, that quite hurts, mate,” however, Jorge immediately releases him from his arms, thinking to renew the fire bond. “We fairies aren’t that tenacious of life like you, drows.”
“I’m not even a real d…”
“You nearly killed me seconds ago, and now you’re the one complaining?” he chuckles almost enthusiastically. “All you drows are so ru-ude?”
Jorge blows a bonfire harder, and they simply sit quietly for a while.
“So, what’s your name?” he ask finally, watching an easy smile appearing on other’s lips.
“Dani,” he laughs softly. “Not a suitable name for a fairie either.”
No comments:
Post a Comment