Lucy: *cutting open all the duergars heads* ew ew ew-
Astarion: what are you doing?
Gale: and why does it require all our salt??
Lucy: just shut up and open the jars!
*several hours later*
Omeluum: hello you summoned me aga-
Lucy: *slaps a basket of fresh brains on the table and several ones pickling in brine* I heard you mention your artificial sources weren’t enough so I made use of our enemies.
Blurg: how thoughtful! Omeluum I- are you okay?
Omeluum: s-so kind and considerate, I’m- I’m unfamiliar with these feelings but- I *flies off and returns with a sending stone* if you ever need me please summon me at any time!
Lucy: aw! Thank you!
Omeluum: *flies to Blurg and holds his hands* did I further a friendship bond??? Is she happy?
drabble for a wip im not currently working on but i think its nice
written for a prompt event earlier this year. prompt was "grab the little one"
Fennice hadn’t had such a deep feeling of missing in her gut since... well, that was the first time from what she could recall. Her memories didn’t extend very far into the past.
It narrowed its eyes, arms crossed, and looked down to the three people it and Pam had managed to tie up after they had blown up the cafe down the street. They kept screaming they knew her, and called her—a sting in her head. It couldn’t really recall what they’d called it. Whatever. It needed to...
“So?” Pamela yawned on her left, coily hair lazily tied into a messy ponytail, standing as a big and fluffy cloud down her back. The whole thing had happened in early morning, while Lilah and Ade had gone away to patrol. For some reason they still weren’t back, and Pam was really annoyed when Fen shook her awake to help restraining them. It was still a bit weak from yesterday, so it really had needed her help. It tried to block away the memories from those shocks. It dug its fingers tighter against its arms.
“Grab the little one,” she told her, setting her gaze on one of the shortest, who had their hair—his hair, it corrected itself. Fen wasn’t sure how she knew he was a boy, but it didn’t matter—tied in twin buns and wore a blue button up shirt with ugly patterns. His skin was perhaps a few shades lighter than Fennice’s own, but of a warmer brown. His eyebrows were dark, so it assumed his hair was probably bleached. She could see he’d repressed a flinch when she pointed him up, shooting a glance to the tall, fat boy on his left. That one wore an agressively pink coat and didn’t drive his gaze away from its face. It was starting to make Fennice uncomfortable. She tried not to let it on.
“Which one?” Pam asked, walking up to them and grabbing the blondie’s hair and the hair of the girl kneeling on his other side. She yelped, white locks barely making a contrast against her very pale skin.
“Pigtails,” it clarified. “He was the first one to break in. I think he might know something.”
Pam shrugged and let the girl go, making her fall face down on the floor, not being able to get up with her hands tied behind her back. Pamela knelt down to the other one—he froze up in place, looking a bit more terrified than he needed to. Fen furrowed her eyebrows—and cut the ropes around him with her knife. Before he could get used to the freedom, Pam restrained his wrists and pulled him up.
She looked at Fennice, eyes a bit groggy. It nodded.
Before it followed after Pam to the other safety room, Fen stood in front of the doorframe, looking over her shoulder.
The large guy still seemed unapalled. The pale kid was avoiding her gaze. Fennice scoffed.
“You two better behave,” it ordered, trying to muster up some authority on her voice. “Don’t fight back, and you might even come out of this alive.”
Kaiki tried his best to shove his—stupid, illogical, unfounded—fear down where it couldn’t reach him, making his muscles tremble and his breath panic. He knew there wasn’t much to be afraid of—it was just Lucy.
His friend, Lucy, who—he felt his eyes burning up. Their friend, who had disappeared God-knew-how many months ago, and who had apparently forgotten everything, even her own name, and who was now with this weird girl with a very tangled accent that made it really hard for him to understand a sentence. He struggled against his restraints, testing the tightness of the knots. The weird girl had tied him to the chair—right when he’d thought he was gonna be left free—and was watching him from the corner of the small room, a table in front of him. Kaiki repressed a shiver. She had the glare of a harpy.
Lucy appeared from behind the door.
Kaiki looked up at it. He tried to stop his heart from racing and his eyes from welling up—he’d missed her so badly—but it didn’t seem like it was as happy to see him. She had a weird, distasteful expression on her face.
Lucy Diana Portland sat on the metal chair in front of him, making it creak against the old and scratched tiles of the floor.
“Who are you?” It asked, not missing a beat. The other girl still hadn’t moved from her spot, and the small dagger on her hand glistered with the bright white light coming from the ceiling, hanging idly on her hand. He decided it’d be better not to make her annoyed.
“My name is Kaiki,” he said slowly, trying to make his words come out the right way.
“Kaiki of what?”
“Kaiki Lacerda,” he said, not bothering to pronounce the r like she did. “But you know this.”
It blinked for a second, confused. Its hair had grown out a little, and it had a new scar below its neck. It was barely covered by the warm, baggy blue sweater she was wearing.
“What makes you think I do?” She asked, a scowl forming on her face. Lucy always did that when she tried to look threatening. Kaiki repressed a laugh. It’d make her really mad if he laughed at her.
“You know me,” he looked into its eyes. “You remember—” Kaiki paused, trying to recall the words. “Things from the past year? Do you have every the memories?”
Lucy froze up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied. “Who are the others you came with?”
“Lali and Lis.” I bet you can tell which is which, he wanted to add, but Kaiki was struggling to speak in English today. He couldn’t remember the terms and phrases his sister and Lucy had taught him, no matter how throuhough he tried to search into his head. “My friends.”
“Was it just the three of you?”
Kaiki went over her words for a few seconds, trying to translate it in his mind. “Who else you think is along us?”
Lucy narrowed her eyes.
“What is your first language?” It asked, all of a sudden. “I don’t think it is English.”
Kaiki let out a sigh of relief. Okay. That was probably a bit obvious.
“One you say,” he tried to make her guess. “Speak,” he corrected himself. “One you speak.”
“French?” Lucy asked. “Spanish? Irish?”
He glared at her. She knew the answer.
Lucy hesitated for a second.
“Portuguese?”
Kaiki smiled.
“Yup,” he replied, letting to of the vocabulary he couldn’t handle. “Wanna try and guess where I’m from, too?”
Lucy didn’t say anything. She looked away.
“You don’t sound European. You also got a pretty obvious accent. Doesn’t take a genius.”
He shrugged.
“To answer your other question, I think you were talking about Arielle and Luna,” he said. “They didn’t come. They were busy.”
It pursed its lips.
“What were you trying to achieve by breaking into—trying to break into our patrol area?”
“We didn’t know it was off-limits,” he tried, a little nervous.
It raised an eyebrow. That was a new habit. She didn’t do that before. “You broke into what was supposedly a civilian cafe regardless, then. And besides,” it leaned forward, dark eyes glistening as it looked up at him. Kaiki swallowed. He knew those eyes. But wasn’t very sure that he knew the person behind them. “You seemed to know a little bit... too much about the spells around it.”
He pursed his lips. Fair. “You really don’t remember me?”
“Answer the question, Kai.”
The nickname made him freeze. She didn’t seem to notice how naturally it’d come to her.
“I—”
“What’s he saying?” The girl by the door asked. Kaiki glared at the interruption, annoyed. She didn’t pay him mind. Just stared at Lucy with a confused frown.
The next thing that came out of its mouth was barely intelligible to him, even though he was sure it must be English. He blinked, face coming down with a frown of his own. He hated this country. And it was so cold as well.
A hand closed around a lock of his hair. Kaiki flinched back, so hard he almost fell to the floor with the chair and all. Lucy stopped, surprised. Watched his chest move up and down. The bristled hairs along his arm. Like a frightened animal, regardless of how light the touch had been.
He let out a nervous laugh. Right, Kaiki thought. Maybe he’d changed a bit from the time they were apart, too. Even if she had her memories, she wouldn’t have known this.
They’d gotten themselves into a hard one. He really should find a way to contact Arielle.
“We come in peace,” he tried again, when his breath evened out. The girl with the dagger perked up at him, catching a language she could finally understand. The words were clumsy on his mouth, pronunciation a mockery of old alien movies his sisters had sat him down to watch in the original dub. Kaiki breathed out. Lucy still loomed over him, always so much taller. Her brow betrayed aprehension. She tried to mask it by putting up a scowl of authority, that same old habit. He couldn’t help but let out a coy smile. “I think we have something of your interest, actually. My team leader wants to talk to you.” He refrained himself from calling out her name again, eyeing the scary one in the back with barely-concealed fear. “Let us free, and I’ll lead you towards her. Ari will tell you all you want to know.”
Something in its eyes glistered—recognition, confusion about having felt it—and the expression that followed was one Kaiki knew well. His chest felt warm.
