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dev_chieftain) wrote2012-07-12 10:57 pm
dev_chieftain) wrote2012-07-12 10:57 pm
Gestern war es Donnerstag, Donnerstag, heute ist es Freitag~!
I'm actually listening to Boney M, 'cause fuck yeah.
Work has been awesome! I haven't actually done any work yet per se, but we're training. Training is exciting but also, you know, I can't believe it's going to be almost another full week before I'm actually on the job. I'm crazy itching to try it out, even though the rational part of me is like "thank god I'm getting another week to learn any other stuff I might not know".
Danny and I finished S1 of Fate/Zero (thanks, Hulu+!) and will probably be watching some of S2 tomorrow after work. The weather has been pretty to look at, but crazy hot and muggy; I kind of wish it would actually just rain a few days and truly cool off, yeesh.
In honor of actually watching F/Z and knowing a lot of my pals like it, here's a short fanfic. Don't worry, I'll keep the inevitable Kiraya-centric stuff separate. Just some nice lady-on-lady romance here. Edit: And ABBA! 'cause ABBA
As a feather - Iris/Saber
Iris is as heavy as a bird, her weight cupped gently in Saber's gloved palms, her hair teasing like spring rain over Saber's cheeks. It did not occur to her to ask before she reached out to protect the young woman beside her, and so as a knight she acted, once more, without thinking.
"Are you hurt?"
Iris laughs, and Saber slowly sets her down, lost in the closeness of her, the slender hollow frame of a bird's body that she has shaped into a human being. How close they are, noses briefly touching! Saber feels warm as she turns away, and clears her throat hastily.
"My apologies." Some people had looked, but the store is crowded and, fortunately, most patrons are more concerned with their purchases than with fellow customers. The stack of boxed hats, neatly arranged in some haphazard logic of chaos, teeters now but does not fall, and subconsciously Saber has placed Iris well away from it. "I didn't want you to be injured, my lady."
"Oh!" Iris laughs again, as if she does it just to see the kiss of pink on Saber's cheeks. Maybe she does. "Why, thank you, Saber! But if you could-- that one on the top there, do you see how the box says it's silver? Could you bring that one down to me?"
Saber is shorter than Iris, and this tiny store with no berth for her sword, were battle to break out, seems claustrophobic to her. She feels as out of place as a shepherd in a throne room. Still, this does not stop her from supplying the box promptly and agilely that Lady Irisviel may look in it, and Saber dutifully fetches other pieces, other trinkets and curiosities, just to keep Iris smiling.
They buy the hat, nothing else; this is the third store, and Iris says as they step out into the open air and the sunlight, "My, what a lovely afternoon! Do you think we could walk down to the coastline after we eat?"
Saber itches to reach out again, her fingers missing the soft touch of Iris's slender hand in that moment when first she led the other woman from their car on this tour. Instead, she sweeps her arm out into a bow, slightly stiff with all her tensing, blushing miserably. She says nothing of what she wants to say, not even something so simple as a question as to why Iris weighs so little. "We shall do exactly as the lady desires."
Iris smiles this time, not giggling, and rests her cool, soft palm against Saber's cheek, tracing fingers to her chin and tipping up her face. She lets it lift willingly, breathless: she is not sure it is Iris's face she sees, there, but it is surely Iris's kindness in those strange inhuman eyes. "I should thank you again for my rescue in the store. So-- you decide where we eat!"
Saber does not know Fuyuki City, so her hopes are instantly dashed at finding a secluded spot where eating could lead to a subtle kiss, out of the public eye. Instead, they wander town for another hour to find a restaurant. She treasures every second of it, Iris's fingers intertwined with hers, as they search for it hand in hand.
Work has been awesome! I haven't actually done any work yet per se, but we're training. Training is exciting but also, you know, I can't believe it's going to be almost another full week before I'm actually on the job. I'm crazy itching to try it out, even though the rational part of me is like "thank god I'm getting another week to learn any other stuff I might not know".
Danny and I finished S1 of Fate/Zero (thanks, Hulu+!) and will probably be watching some of S2 tomorrow after work. The weather has been pretty to look at, but crazy hot and muggy; I kind of wish it would actually just rain a few days and truly cool off, yeesh.
In honor of actually watching F/Z and knowing a lot of my pals like it, here's a short fanfic. Don't worry, I'll keep the inevitable Kiraya-centric stuff separate. Just some nice lady-on-lady romance here. Edit: And ABBA! 'cause ABBA
As a feather - Iris/Saber
Iris is as heavy as a bird, her weight cupped gently in Saber's gloved palms, her hair teasing like spring rain over Saber's cheeks. It did not occur to her to ask before she reached out to protect the young woman beside her, and so as a knight she acted, once more, without thinking.
"Are you hurt?"
Iris laughs, and Saber slowly sets her down, lost in the closeness of her, the slender hollow frame of a bird's body that she has shaped into a human being. How close they are, noses briefly touching! Saber feels warm as she turns away, and clears her throat hastily.
"My apologies." Some people had looked, but the store is crowded and, fortunately, most patrons are more concerned with their purchases than with fellow customers. The stack of boxed hats, neatly arranged in some haphazard logic of chaos, teeters now but does not fall, and subconsciously Saber has placed Iris well away from it. "I didn't want you to be injured, my lady."
"Oh!" Iris laughs again, as if she does it just to see the kiss of pink on Saber's cheeks. Maybe she does. "Why, thank you, Saber! But if you could-- that one on the top there, do you see how the box says it's silver? Could you bring that one down to me?"
Saber is shorter than Iris, and this tiny store with no berth for her sword, were battle to break out, seems claustrophobic to her. She feels as out of place as a shepherd in a throne room. Still, this does not stop her from supplying the box promptly and agilely that Lady Irisviel may look in it, and Saber dutifully fetches other pieces, other trinkets and curiosities, just to keep Iris smiling.
They buy the hat, nothing else; this is the third store, and Iris says as they step out into the open air and the sunlight, "My, what a lovely afternoon! Do you think we could walk down to the coastline after we eat?"
Saber itches to reach out again, her fingers missing the soft touch of Iris's slender hand in that moment when first she led the other woman from their car on this tour. Instead, she sweeps her arm out into a bow, slightly stiff with all her tensing, blushing miserably. She says nothing of what she wants to say, not even something so simple as a question as to why Iris weighs so little. "We shall do exactly as the lady desires."
Iris smiles this time, not giggling, and rests her cool, soft palm against Saber's cheek, tracing fingers to her chin and tipping up her face. She lets it lift willingly, breathless: she is not sure it is Iris's face she sees, there, but it is surely Iris's kindness in those strange inhuman eyes. "I should thank you again for my rescue in the store. So-- you decide where we eat!"
Saber does not know Fuyuki City, so her hopes are instantly dashed at finding a secluded spot where eating could lead to a subtle kiss, out of the public eye. Instead, they wander town for another hour to find a restaurant. She treasures every second of it, Iris's fingers intertwined with hers, as they search for it hand in hand.