No Big (Pieces Don't Fit)
Dec. 4th, 2007 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jheti
They just...Started doing this. *Flail.* It's got no relevance to the other posts, as far as I can tell. It's not Shadows continuity.
Baraka and Mileena have an argument. About icky things. It had to happen some time. 'Kay then.
"I'm just about done with this."
"It doesn't mean anything."
"You keep saying that, you keep saying that and you keep sneaking out of bed to go see her." His hands flexed open and closed; the sheet became threads between them. "What have I done?"
"What?"
"What I've done that you're hating me this much?"
"You know it isn't--"
"No! I don't! I don't understand! You won't tell me."
"Why is it," she looked up, then, she looked straight at him, staring, "being this way, that way, everyone, every which way they like and you're leaving them alone? Just because you're thinking I'm yours." She swallowed. "Not a cabinet, I. Not a favorite pair of socks, I. Person, hey? Like everyone else."
"She's bewitched you."
"Owing it to her, I. So much."
"There, now, this is your sister we're on about." He snorted. "Laying her down isn't a chore."
"No, it isn't." She breathed out. "I love her. I've always loved her. For hundreds, for thousands of years."
"And me for one."
"I," she said, automatically. "And I."
"Shut up your language lessons!" He grit his teeth. "And keep your little bitch."
"Just like that?"
"Just so." He stood. "Marching papers I've got. Chenjo Dou, fifteen-hundred. You figure out what you are and where you're sleeping, and we'll sort this out when I'm getting home."
"Men!" She was on her feet and in his face. "All the same! Always the same! You're just like--"
"Say it." He smiled, then, and his teeth were longer and larger and sharper than hers. "Say those words, Mileena princess, and go home in a beautiful box of glorious pine with pretty angel carvings."
"Get out." She smiled back at him, shaking with rage. "Go kill some more farmers. They'll make you General!"
His hand whipped back and made fingerprints in the headboard. His words came out one at a time, bitten off from the end of his tongue.
"Do not. Tempt me."
"Such a difficult proposition, that."
"You're not a person. You're a gods-cursed dictionary."
"Of all the absurd things to say!"
She waited until he was down the hall to start crying.
Baraka and Mileena have an argument. About icky things. It had to happen some time. 'Kay then.
"I'm just about done with this."
"It doesn't mean anything."
"You keep saying that, you keep saying that and you keep sneaking out of bed to go see her." His hands flexed open and closed; the sheet became threads between them. "What have I done?"
"What?"
"What I've done that you're hating me this much?"
"You know it isn't--"
"No! I don't! I don't understand! You won't tell me."
"Why is it," she looked up, then, she looked straight at him, staring, "being this way, that way, everyone, every which way they like and you're leaving them alone? Just because you're thinking I'm yours." She swallowed. "Not a cabinet, I. Not a favorite pair of socks, I. Person, hey? Like everyone else."
"She's bewitched you."
"Owing it to her, I. So much."
"There, now, this is your sister we're on about." He snorted. "Laying her down isn't a chore."
"No, it isn't." She breathed out. "I love her. I've always loved her. For hundreds, for thousands of years."
"And me for one."
"I," she said, automatically. "And I."
"Shut up your language lessons!" He grit his teeth. "And keep your little bitch."
"Just like that?"
"Just so." He stood. "Marching papers I've got. Chenjo Dou, fifteen-hundred. You figure out what you are and where you're sleeping, and we'll sort this out when I'm getting home."
"Men!" She was on her feet and in his face. "All the same! Always the same! You're just like--"
"Say it." He smiled, then, and his teeth were longer and larger and sharper than hers. "Say those words, Mileena princess, and go home in a beautiful box of glorious pine with pretty angel carvings."
"Get out." She smiled back at him, shaking with rage. "Go kill some more farmers. They'll make you General!"
His hand whipped back and made fingerprints in the headboard. His words came out one at a time, bitten off from the end of his tongue.
"Do not. Tempt me."
"Such a difficult proposition, that."
"You're not a person. You're a gods-cursed dictionary."
"Of all the absurd things to say!"
She waited until he was down the hall to start crying.
