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when we look for the better things
Title: when we look for the better things
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka, Satanick
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Ivlis’ temper is bad, but Yonaka’s is worse.
Notes: I haven't written anything for ages...
Ivlis’ temper is bad, but Yonaka’s is worse.
Ivlis can be pushed to anger by anything going wrong or standing in his way, but he knows when to reign it in and keep relatively calm: it comes with having an obvious sign that something is getting to him. If Satanick or Reficul saw his hair light up whenever they merely walked by, they would just have more ammunition for taunting him.
Yonaka isn’t capable of that. If something pushes her buttons, her first and only response is to stab it, whether that’s a good idea or not. She sees red and she can’t calm herself down until either the offending person is gone or Ivlis helps her out.
Ivlis ends up helping her out a lot, because there’s just no way that she can take out the likes of Satanick or Siralos, and they flare up her temper nearly any time she sees them.
Like today, for example, with Satanick here. Normally Ivlis has Yonaka and the few subordinates that he actually likes hide before Satanick arrives, but he’d caught him off guard this time. So Yonaka gets to hear exactly what kind of insults Satanick has for him. Today it’s the usual variants of useless, cockroach, useless cockroach...
Ivlis knows now by the telltale twitch of her hand even before she reaches for her knife that she’s angry. He doesn’t blame her: he’d be angry too, if Satanick didn’t do much worse than insult him regularly.
Before she can draw her knife, Ivlis grabs onto her arm. “Don’t,” he says, “you’ll get yourself killed.”
Yonaka doesn’t answer. Her glare is fixed on Satanick as she tries in vain to pull out her knife with Ivlis still holding on to her.
Satanick chuckles, watching the scene with a smirk on his face. He rarely makes sexual advances on Yonaka: something about ‘spoiled goods’ which had sent Yonaka into a fury Ivlis had barely been able to calm her down from.
“Yonaka,” says Ivlis. He tugs gently on her arm. “Quit it.”
“I’ll kill him.” Yonaka’s voice is low and flat.
“With that? The best you could do is poke a hole and then die.” It’s true. Yonaka’s pretty good with that knife now, but it’s still just a knife and Satanick is still a Devil.
“Oh, I’m sure I wouldn’t kill her right away~” says Satanick. “But really, I came here to amuse myself with making fun of you, so shouldn’t we get back to that?”
Yonaka grits her teeth and yanks harder on her knife, and keeps doing so until Satanick leaves. It’s only then, when nobody else is watching, that Ivlis can pull her to his chest.
“It’s fine,” he says, slowly stroking her hair. It’s not really fine, but the combination of his body’s warmth and his soft voice brings Yonaka back to her senses, and she finally loosens her grip on her knife.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says softly.
“Heh, who says I was worried?”
He knows from her smile against his chest that she doesn’t believe him.
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka, Satanick
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 515
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Ivlis’ temper is bad, but Yonaka’s is worse.
Notes: I haven't written anything for ages...
Ivlis’ temper is bad, but Yonaka’s is worse.
Ivlis can be pushed to anger by anything going wrong or standing in his way, but he knows when to reign it in and keep relatively calm: it comes with having an obvious sign that something is getting to him. If Satanick or Reficul saw his hair light up whenever they merely walked by, they would just have more ammunition for taunting him.
Yonaka isn’t capable of that. If something pushes her buttons, her first and only response is to stab it, whether that’s a good idea or not. She sees red and she can’t calm herself down until either the offending person is gone or Ivlis helps her out.
Ivlis ends up helping her out a lot, because there’s just no way that she can take out the likes of Satanick or Siralos, and they flare up her temper nearly any time she sees them.
Like today, for example, with Satanick here. Normally Ivlis has Yonaka and the few subordinates that he actually likes hide before Satanick arrives, but he’d caught him off guard this time. So Yonaka gets to hear exactly what kind of insults Satanick has for him. Today it’s the usual variants of useless, cockroach, useless cockroach...
Ivlis knows now by the telltale twitch of her hand even before she reaches for her knife that she’s angry. He doesn’t blame her: he’d be angry too, if Satanick didn’t do much worse than insult him regularly.
Before she can draw her knife, Ivlis grabs onto her arm. “Don’t,” he says, “you’ll get yourself killed.”
Yonaka doesn’t answer. Her glare is fixed on Satanick as she tries in vain to pull out her knife with Ivlis still holding on to her.
Satanick chuckles, watching the scene with a smirk on his face. He rarely makes sexual advances on Yonaka: something about ‘spoiled goods’ which had sent Yonaka into a fury Ivlis had barely been able to calm her down from.
“Yonaka,” says Ivlis. He tugs gently on her arm. “Quit it.”
“I’ll kill him.” Yonaka’s voice is low and flat.
“With that? The best you could do is poke a hole and then die.” It’s true. Yonaka’s pretty good with that knife now, but it’s still just a knife and Satanick is still a Devil.
“Oh, I’m sure I wouldn’t kill her right away~” says Satanick. “But really, I came here to amuse myself with making fun of you, so shouldn’t we get back to that?”
Yonaka grits her teeth and yanks harder on her knife, and keeps doing so until Satanick leaves. It’s only then, when nobody else is watching, that Ivlis can pull her to his chest.
“It’s fine,” he says, slowly stroking her hair. It’s not really fine, but the combination of his body’s warmth and his soft voice brings Yonaka back to her senses, and she finally loosens her grip on her knife.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she says softly.
“Heh, who says I was worried?”
He knows from her smile against his chest that she doesn’t believe him.