What She Didn't See
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kolWhat She Didn't See
Fandom: Kingdom
Prompts: 31_days: Wasn't that a time we had, and bless you for it & fanfic100: Touch
She might have won the latest shot wars match, but the victory brought Mara no satisfaction. She wasn’t even properly buzzed. Deon had been drinking before she had stormed his apartment demanding a rematch, and he hadn’t lasted long enough to make this interesting.
Mara would still claim the victory, even if she had cheated.
A water bottle, twisted open, replaced the empty bottle of cheap vodka on the table beside the desk. Mindful of the sharp eyed RA, Mara pushed the incriminating evidence into her bag. She’d dispose of it as soon as she cleared school property.
There wasn’t much she could do here. It was too bizarre waiting around for Deon to return to consciousness, and Mara just wasn’t the nursemaid type. Even so, as she considered his color and found it wanting, hands itching to do more, she wondered at her reaction. Was it guilt? Probably. Cheating to win shot wars wasn't good form, after all.
He better not hurl until I’m gone, she thought sourly, plopping an empty box on Deon’s lap.
There, she had nothing to feel guilty about now.
But Mara remained where she was, staring at him. It was odd seeing Deon so … no, fragile wasn’t the word, nor was weak. She had every bit of confidence he could jump up (puke) and then successfully bash in a few daemons if need be. But she was glad he wasn’t needed— it was too easy for things to go wrong.
Especially if Deon just wasn’t in best form. What if he took off after a daemon in this state and got himself killed?
Perhaps it was good the Gumbies were taking time off, Mara thought, leaning down to touch his shoulder. There was no verbal response, but his head rolled forward, hair falling across his forehead. It was muted and dull in the dim artificial lighting, almost a color you’d see in nature.
Well, almost.
He needs it more than the others.
“You know I won.” She leaned closer, eyes searching for a sign of consciousness. But Deon’s face was blank and pale, revealing little beyond the incredible bulk of alcohol he had subjugated his body to. Uneasy by his lack of response to her boast, she sighed, tilting her head to rest her forehead on his.
“Take some time off, Deon. I don’t want you getting eaten by a daemon.” She muttered before stepping back and leaving without a second glance.
Mara missed Deon’s eyes opening, staring thoughtfully at the closed door.
Fandom: Kingdom
Prompts: 31_days: Wasn't that a time we had, and bless you for it & fanfic100: Touch
She might have won the latest shot wars match, but the victory brought Mara no satisfaction. She wasn’t even properly buzzed. Deon had been drinking before she had stormed his apartment demanding a rematch, and he hadn’t lasted long enough to make this interesting.
Mara would still claim the victory, even if she had cheated.
A water bottle, twisted open, replaced the empty bottle of cheap vodka on the table beside the desk. Mindful of the sharp eyed RA, Mara pushed the incriminating evidence into her bag. She’d dispose of it as soon as she cleared school property.
There wasn’t much she could do here. It was too bizarre waiting around for Deon to return to consciousness, and Mara just wasn’t the nursemaid type. Even so, as she considered his color and found it wanting, hands itching to do more, she wondered at her reaction. Was it guilt? Probably. Cheating to win shot wars wasn't good form, after all.
He better not hurl until I’m gone, she thought sourly, plopping an empty box on Deon’s lap.
There, she had nothing to feel guilty about now.
But Mara remained where she was, staring at him. It was odd seeing Deon so … no, fragile wasn’t the word, nor was weak. She had every bit of confidence he could jump up (puke) and then successfully bash in a few daemons if need be. But she was glad he wasn’t needed— it was too easy for things to go wrong.
Especially if Deon just wasn’t in best form. What if he took off after a daemon in this state and got himself killed?
Perhaps it was good the Gumbies were taking time off, Mara thought, leaning down to touch his shoulder. There was no verbal response, but his head rolled forward, hair falling across his forehead. It was muted and dull in the dim artificial lighting, almost a color you’d see in nature.
Well, almost.
He needs it more than the others.
“You know I won.” She leaned closer, eyes searching for a sign of consciousness. But Deon’s face was blank and pale, revealing little beyond the incredible bulk of alcohol he had subjugated his body to. Uneasy by his lack of response to her boast, she sighed, tilting her head to rest her forehead on his.
“Take some time off, Deon. I don’t want you getting eaten by a daemon.” She muttered before stepping back and leaving without a second glance.
Mara missed Deon’s eyes opening, staring thoughtfully at the closed door.
