Quadrants Game

[Kender Bard]

Pick two characters--one of which must be mine--and a Homestuck quadrant to put them into and I will try to write a short little drabble of it.

[Darastrix]

Twilight <> Zack

[Kender Bard]

Twilight lazily trailed his fingertip along the edge of a black feather that was within his reach, smiling slightly. THIS was one way to relax. Behind him, and currently acting as something to lay back against, he could hear Zack humming softly. The whole relaxed atmosphere was enough to make Twilight drowsy which was a pleasant change of course.

It was funny, he'd started out quite the opposite. First there'd been the rather disastrous breakfast. A small kitchen fire had rendered breakfast, while palatable, hardly tasty. And the children had fought at the table and he'd been forced to not only stop the squabbling but issue some sharp reprimands and Mist had started to cry. Then court--of course court. Need he say more?

By the time he'd run into Zack, he'd been one more bad bit of news away from tearing out his own hair.

The bard had taken one look at his king and steered Twilight away. Before he could even protest, Twilight found himself with wine in a quiet room with Zack chattering away at him with a story too amusing not to draw out a little chuckle from time to time.

One thing led to another and now the pair were lounging on the couch, Zack sitting up with his legs stretched out and hands behind his head, wings slightly fanned. Twilight was sitting sideways, leaning back against his best friend feeling all the tension of the day drain away.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Zack," Twilight murmured as he tilted his head back so that it lay against Zack's shoulder. "Not just today, although I really appreciate what you did. But just in general. You have a habit of reminding me to stop and just take a deep breath and relax for a while."

Zack grinned and shifted so he could free his arm and sling it around Twilight in a sort-of-hug. "I'm sure if I hadn't gotten to you, Dusk would have."

"It's different when your wife makes you," Twilight laughed softly. He reached up and lay a hand against the arm wrapped around him. "Thanks, brother."

"Any time, brother."

[Darastrix]

Thavan ♠ Demetria

[Kender Bard]

After spending a considerable amount of time with his wife and child after all the fighting and battling, Thavan found himself wanting time to be alone and to reflect. As much as he loved his family, he'd spent most of his life being alone. Solitude was a comfort, and he needed time to slowly turn the horror of the day's events over in his mind and begin the long process of wearing away the harsh edge of those memories so that they would become muted. Softer. Easier to handle.

Once he was deep in the woods (it hadn't even occurred to him to wonder if he was beyond the edges of the Sanctuary) he settled onto a log and closed his eyes, trying to will his tense body to relax. While he slipped into a state of waking-dreaming, half aware of his surroundings and focusing on the memories playing out in his head, he was vulnerable. Too vulnerable.

"A pack leader should know better," a soft, feminine, familiar voice whispered. Thavan's eyes snapped open and for a moment he was staring deep into the crimson gaze of the owner of that voice.

But she's supposed to be dead!

She certainly looked half dead. She was a ragged mess. But he'd looked into her eyes and in that moment she'd cast her net, bespelling his mind. As he stared, her body became whole and lovely again, desirable. Her curves looked warm and unbidden, a hand began to lift to touch--

Thavan wrenched his hand away with a monumental effort. "No!" he gasped, beads of sweat beginning to break out across his forehead.

"You are strong, Pack Leader," Demetria purred as she moved to sit on his lap. Thavan struggled to will his body to push her off, to fight, to do something other than sit there stiff in every sense of the word. "But you are mortal and mortals are weak. No mortal could have survived what I had been through but here I am and I am very, very hungry." She leaned in close, lips hovering over his own.

"Before you kill me, I will drag your disgusting soul down into the depths of the hells with me," Thavan growled through clenched teeth, his spines lifting a little in a weak and token effort to respond to his burning rage within him.

Demetria smiled and pressed a finger against his lips. "You say the sweetest things. No, Pack Leader, you had your thrashing. Now..." She delicately, gently trailed the nail across his lips and cheek, near his ear, and then scratched him sharply across the face. Thavan cried out in pain. "It's my turn. And as for killing you? Perish the thought."

She slid a hand under his chin and squeezed his neck even as she forced him to lift his head up to glare at her defiantly. A trickle of blood trailed down his skin and over her fingers. "I need a new diversion. And I think you'll do perfectly."