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At some point in my life, I kept saying "Hänschen Röbel" and "Ernst Rilow" because I was very bad with last names
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At some point in my life, I kept saying "Hänschen Röbel" and "Ernst Rilow" because I was very bad with last names
*visibly shakes* once this week is over....once it is done....i will write as much as i want. I swear. Send in prompts, please, writing prompts, starters,,, i need to kick start my writing brain cell that burnt out during mounfains of activities
Kinsa: I currently have an empty notebook and no idea what to put in it. Any suggestions?
Vyxen: Put spaghetti in it.
Kinsa: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except you.
Seth: Put spaghetti in it.
Kinsa: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except for you two.
Tundra: Put spaghetti in it.
Kinsa: I am no longer taking suggestions
“Mistletoe” A Guardians of Las mini
Kinsa looked furtive. He shook his head and smoothed his expression. I am not up to no good. “I'm stepping out for a short walk,” he said, cringing at how rehearsed he sounded.
“Goodbye,” Nyima replied, attention fixed on the small piece of bone in her hand. She was making chess pieces and it was taking all her concentration.
Pleased he wasn't under scrutiny like earlier, Kinsa stepped out and closed the door. He was blasted by an icy wind and almost changed his mind. “No. I'm going.” He slipped along the path, praying to the Gods he wouldn't fall and break his neck. He spotted Tundra, Seth and Scyanatha in the garden throwing snowballs at each other and tutted, “Children.” He hurried on before they tried to draft him into their dumb game.
How to approach the thing. I could say I'm returning a book. Which would work if I had one in my hand. He cursed his rash decision to leave unprepared. He slipped along the path, then found surer footing when he reached the part that was shovelled clear by the Acolytes. It will be a brisk walk to the Order from this point. He then slipped and wound up crashing to the ground on his side. Pain flashed up and down his thigh and he squealed.
“You sound like an aviwoad in a bad mood,” a feminine voice said, amused.
A pair of fluffy boots came into Kinsa's vision, attached to a pair of slender legs, clad in warm trousers. His slate-coloured eyes rose higher, skimming over the fluffy, blue coat and up to the pale face. Rhoe Kallder's blue eyes were filled with amusement, and her nose crinkled up in an adorable way as she laughed. She put a gloved hand out for him to take and Kinsa stared at it, dumb with fascination.
“Damp is soaking into your trousers the longer you lay there like that,” she pointed out in a matter of fact way. “Come on. It's closer to the Order than it is your house. Let's dry you off before I walk you home again. You really shouldn't be out in this weather if you can't manage to walk along a path without slipping.” She grabbed hold and hauled him to his feet. Her raven tresses were pinned up out of her face, but the odd curl still managed to snake free.
It took all of Kinsa's self control not to reach out and boing one. What is the matter with me? She's just a woman, like any other around here. Uneducated and common. Hardly fitting for the third son of a tengu lord.
Rhoe's eyes narrowed and she snatched her hand from his, then used it to smack him on the arm. “That's for the awful thing you just thought.” When Kinsa gaped at her, she revealed, “Toshi explained the look you get on your face when you're thinking you're better than everyone else.” She made a circling motion with a finger, indicating his face. “You just did it. Stop.”
Kinsa drew in a breath and sighed, trying to look annoyed, but his mouth wouldn't stop twitching with amusement. “I was heading to the Order anyway,” he said in a pompous voice. He then wanted to kick himself for speaking in a pompous voice.
“Why?” Rhoe tilted her head, looking adorable and curious.
“Why?” He didn't have a reason. His reason was to see her. He couldn't say that! He looked around for an excuse. Any excuse. “To collect some mistletoe!” God, strike me down now, please.
Rhoe laughed. “Are you serious? You want mistletoe? Whatever for?” She was delving in a basket as she spoke.
Kinsa realised she had some on her and wanted to die again. “Because Toshiiro wants to kiss Vyxen!” He threw his brother under the bus without a second thought.
Rhoe paused in her rummaging. “Really? Does he know you're on a mission of mercy?” A teasing twinkle sparkled in her eye.
Kinsa nodded. “Yes. He sent me out in his place so it wouldn't look suspicious.”
“I did, did I?” Date questioned from behind Kinsa.
Kinsa's shoulders went up by his ears and he turned around as slow as he could, just in case his brother took the chance to disappear in the meantime. “Yes,” he said, looking him in the eye.
“I did, did I?” Date repeated, face red. A snicker came from behind him, explaining the embarrassment. “You are a dead bird!” He lunged for Kinsa, who darted away, leaving Vyxen and Rhoe standing watching the siblings.
“Having a good day?” Vyxen asked her, giggling as Date slipped over and squawked.
“It's improving,” Rhoe replied, laughing. She handed Vyxen a sprig of mistletoe. “I was going to bring you this later, but since you're here now...”
“Miigwech!” She watched the pair for a moment longer then said, “Do you think we should tell them?”
Rhoe shook her head. “It's the most entertainment I've seen all day.”
“Ehn, I agree!”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV), American Gods (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Additional Tags: Prequel, reveals of godhood, religious fervor, uh, think that's it
Hannibal watched in reverence as Will Graham ate the heart Hannibal had gifted him. Time did not matter - nor pain nor circumstance nor stinging wind. Hannibal watched until every last bite was devoured.
Will threw his head back and roared to the sky. ”I am Madness! Wild, Blasphemous, Raging, Senseless Insanity! The whisper of the night shall sleep no more!”
The wind screamed and the seas snarled.
Someone wanted Hannibal’s reaction to Will revealing himself as a god, so this happened.
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