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kings among runaways
Title: kings among runaways
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Ver, Vendetto, Emalf, Laurentia
Pairing(s): Emalf/Vendetto
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 755
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Even without knowing Vendetto's history, Ver's still got to look out for him. Emalf is just a bit desperate.
Notes: Mixed zinnias mean 'thinking of an absent friend'.
Vendetto covers up his arms with bandages for more reasons than just not wanting them to get injured. Ver knows from the times she’s had to patch them up that he doesn’t like the look of them. They’re too distinctive and they remind him of where he’s from and what he is, whatever that might be.
Ver doesn’t pry. If she did, she wouldn’t be his friend for much longer, she figures. Besides, it doesn’t really matter. Vendetto’s got his issues, and he can deal with them on his own. If he needs her help, he’ll make it clear. Laurentia is the one who fusses over the two of them too much and doesn’t know when to back off and let them take care of themselves. Or maybe she just enjoys a chance to meddle and get violent?
Today is a day that seems like any other day. They haven’t taken any jobs, so they can just relax. The local gardens are supposed to be impressive, so they decided to visit… well, more like Vendetto decided to visit and Ver and Laurentia didn’t have anything better to do than to come along.
They’re in front of a display of zinnias in mixed colors when Ver notices the scent. “That smells like something burning.”
“Now that you mention it, it does.” Laurentia tilts her head. “Who would be foolish enough to light a fire in a garden, unless they meant to burn it down?”
A voice is barely audible at first but getting louder as the speaker approaches. “Be careful, idiot, if you light anything on fire here we’ll get in so much trouble- eff, I wish I could just put you out.”
“That’s… no.” Vendetto is mumbling to himself as Ver and Laurentia look to him. “I’m hearing things. There’s no way.”
Ver’s about to ask if Vendetto’s okay when the owner of the voice comes into view. He looks like a punk, to be frank, with all that jewelry and that jacket. He’s staring at Vendetto, and for a few second the only sound is that of a flaming bat slightly behind the newcomer, crackling.
He doesn’t get a word out before Vendetto runs straight past him, shoving the bat aside.
“H-hey, where are you-?!” The guy stares dumbly after him for a moment, then moves to follow.
“I don’t think so.” Laurentia circles around him and blocks the path, with Ver following a second later. “You just stay where you are.”
The newcomer growls. It’s the least intimidating growl Ver’s ever heard. “Get the eff out of the way- I need to see him, c’mon!”
“I’m assuming you’re someone from his past life?” asks Laurentia.
“Yeah, I’m Emalf. He’s gotta have mentioned me, right?” For a moment there’s hope on Emalf’s face.
Ver shakes her head. “Never heard of you.” She almost feels a little bad about how quickly she crushed that hope, so she adds, “He doesn’t talk about his past at all. We don’t know where he’s from or anybody he’s ever met. It’s nothing personal.”
“But, but we haven’t seen each other in effin’ centuries and now he just runs-”
“Obviously centuries weren’t long enough,” says Laurentia. Emalf looks like he was punched in the face, by a hammer.
Ver sighs. “He’s in hardcore denial about everything that happened before he joined us. That just happens to include you, it’s not like he hates you specifically or anything.” Well, he might hate Emalf, she doesn’t know. But she’s assuming that if he did, he would have attacked him rather than just running away. “Give him time.”
“He didn’t have enough time already…?” Emalf sits down, ‘sulk’ visible in every part of his face and body language. The flaming bat has flown away already. “Fine, I’m waiting for him here. He’s gonna come back eventually.”
“I suppose I can allow that,” says Laurentia.
“It’s not your place to allow anyway,” says Ver, turning back to the zinnias. “But I know him pretty well, and Vendetto will show up again.”
She doesn’t look back when she hears Vendetto’s footsteps, an hour later. She tugs on Laurentia’s sleeve to pull her deeper into the garden instead, and after token resistance Laurentia follows.
As she leaves, she can hear sniffling, followed by Vendetto’s voice. “You don’t have to cry.”
Emalf’s voice. “I-I’m not effin’ crying.”
“Sure you’re not. C’mon.”
She thinks by the sound that somebody might have hugged the other one, but she can’t be sure which, and she doesn’t think it matters.
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Ver, Vendetto, Emalf, Laurentia
Pairing(s): Emalf/Vendetto
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 755
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Even without knowing Vendetto's history, Ver's still got to look out for him. Emalf is just a bit desperate.
Notes: Mixed zinnias mean 'thinking of an absent friend'.
Vendetto covers up his arms with bandages for more reasons than just not wanting them to get injured. Ver knows from the times she’s had to patch them up that he doesn’t like the look of them. They’re too distinctive and they remind him of where he’s from and what he is, whatever that might be.
Ver doesn’t pry. If she did, she wouldn’t be his friend for much longer, she figures. Besides, it doesn’t really matter. Vendetto’s got his issues, and he can deal with them on his own. If he needs her help, he’ll make it clear. Laurentia is the one who fusses over the two of them too much and doesn’t know when to back off and let them take care of themselves. Or maybe she just enjoys a chance to meddle and get violent?
Today is a day that seems like any other day. They haven’t taken any jobs, so they can just relax. The local gardens are supposed to be impressive, so they decided to visit… well, more like Vendetto decided to visit and Ver and Laurentia didn’t have anything better to do than to come along.
They’re in front of a display of zinnias in mixed colors when Ver notices the scent. “That smells like something burning.”
“Now that you mention it, it does.” Laurentia tilts her head. “Who would be foolish enough to light a fire in a garden, unless they meant to burn it down?”
A voice is barely audible at first but getting louder as the speaker approaches. “Be careful, idiot, if you light anything on fire here we’ll get in so much trouble- eff, I wish I could just put you out.”
“That’s… no.” Vendetto is mumbling to himself as Ver and Laurentia look to him. “I’m hearing things. There’s no way.”
Ver’s about to ask if Vendetto’s okay when the owner of the voice comes into view. He looks like a punk, to be frank, with all that jewelry and that jacket. He’s staring at Vendetto, and for a few second the only sound is that of a flaming bat slightly behind the newcomer, crackling.
He doesn’t get a word out before Vendetto runs straight past him, shoving the bat aside.
“H-hey, where are you-?!” The guy stares dumbly after him for a moment, then moves to follow.
“I don’t think so.” Laurentia circles around him and blocks the path, with Ver following a second later. “You just stay where you are.”
The newcomer growls. It’s the least intimidating growl Ver’s ever heard. “Get the eff out of the way- I need to see him, c’mon!”
“I’m assuming you’re someone from his past life?” asks Laurentia.
“Yeah, I’m Emalf. He’s gotta have mentioned me, right?” For a moment there’s hope on Emalf’s face.
Ver shakes her head. “Never heard of you.” She almost feels a little bad about how quickly she crushed that hope, so she adds, “He doesn’t talk about his past at all. We don’t know where he’s from or anybody he’s ever met. It’s nothing personal.”
“But, but we haven’t seen each other in effin’ centuries and now he just runs-”
“Obviously centuries weren’t long enough,” says Laurentia. Emalf looks like he was punched in the face, by a hammer.
Ver sighs. “He’s in hardcore denial about everything that happened before he joined us. That just happens to include you, it’s not like he hates you specifically or anything.” Well, he might hate Emalf, she doesn’t know. But she’s assuming that if he did, he would have attacked him rather than just running away. “Give him time.”
“He didn’t have enough time already…?” Emalf sits down, ‘sulk’ visible in every part of his face and body language. The flaming bat has flown away already. “Fine, I’m waiting for him here. He’s gonna come back eventually.”
“I suppose I can allow that,” says Laurentia.
“It’s not your place to allow anyway,” says Ver, turning back to the zinnias. “But I know him pretty well, and Vendetto will show up again.”
She doesn’t look back when she hears Vendetto’s footsteps, an hour later. She tugs on Laurentia’s sleeve to pull her deeper into the garden instead, and after token resistance Laurentia follows.
As she leaves, she can hear sniffling, followed by Vendetto’s voice. “You don’t have to cry.”
Emalf’s voice. “I-I’m not effin’ crying.”
“Sure you’re not. C’mon.”
She thinks by the sound that somebody might have hugged the other one, but she can’t be sure which, and she doesn’t think it matters.