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storypaint) wrote2010-08-31 09:40 am
storypaint) wrote2010-08-31 09:40 am
[Polychromatic] Shine (Presea/Tyr)
Title: Shine
Fandom: Polychromatic
Length: 226 words
Prompt: first kisses meme: Presea/Tyr
Pairing: slight Presea/Tyr; Clef/Presea
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Presea leaps into his arms, nearly knocking him over. She's breathing hard and her hair is mussed, but she doesn't care. They've managed to survive again somehow.
Presea leaps into his arms, nearly knocking him over. She's breathing hard and her hair is mussed, but she doesn't care. They've managed to survive again somehow. No matter what the City throws at all of them, its citizens are stronger.
"We did it, Tyr!" she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, hugging him again. She pauses, then, with her hands on his shoulders, and seems to realize the impropriety of their contact. She blushes heavily but continues to smile at him.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he answers, smiling back and cuffing her cheek gently with a knuckle before separating.
They stand there in silence for a moment, drinking in the great feeling of being alive, but then she's reaching for his sword which is honestly not a euphemism and making disapproving noises about the state of his blade. It isn't as if he could have prevented the need for repair, but Presea seems to be happy to have something so simple to complain about, so he just chuckles and lets her.
It isn't long before the other groups manage to break away from their own fights victoriously and come to celebrate. He watches her hug and kiss her Knights and her boyfriend, whirling them around in circles in joy, and some secret part of him is glad that he got to see her victory first.
Fandom: Polychromatic
Length: 226 words
Prompt: first kisses meme: Presea/Tyr
Pairing: slight Presea/Tyr; Clef/Presea
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Presea leaps into his arms, nearly knocking him over. She's breathing hard and her hair is mussed, but she doesn't care. They've managed to survive again somehow.
Presea leaps into his arms, nearly knocking him over. She's breathing hard and her hair is mussed, but she doesn't care. They've managed to survive again somehow. No matter what the City throws at all of them, its citizens are stronger.
"We did it, Tyr!" she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek, hugging him again. She pauses, then, with her hands on his shoulders, and seems to realize the impropriety of their contact. She blushes heavily but continues to smile at him.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he answers, smiling back and cuffing her cheek gently with a knuckle before separating.
They stand there in silence for a moment, drinking in the great feeling of being alive, but then she's reaching for his sword which is honestly not a euphemism and making disapproving noises about the state of his blade. It isn't as if he could have prevented the need for repair, but Presea seems to be happy to have something so simple to complain about, so he just chuckles and lets her.
It isn't long before the other groups manage to break away from their own fights victoriously and come to celebrate. He watches her hug and kiss her Knights and her boyfriend, whirling them around in circles in joy, and some secret part of him is glad that he got to see her victory first.