[Prompts] [Meme] Four Word Prompts
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sunshardsPrompts from here: http://kilgravesjessica.tumblr.com/post/136629548151/four-word-prompts-please-come-with-me
Selected by Huntarded:
“Is that my shirt?” , You’re a terrible cook.” , I’m not wearing that.”, “I’m not even sorry.”
ken, ken, lori, lori
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"Is that my shirt?"
Kenren froze in the doorway, staring at the priest who was currently missing his robes and was instead clad in fluffy green leathers.
"No," Iiloridan said, the blatant lie crossing his lips without hesitation. He didn't even bother to turn around, instead fluffing the fur ruff in the mirror.
"No. No, that's mine," Kenren objected, voice going odd. He should be irritated, but his mouth felt a little dry. The tunic didn't fit at all, and Lori hadn't even bothered closing it up, leaving the chest wide open and the path down his belly - and half-unlaced breeches - exposed.
"What? Do you have a problem?" Iiloridan finally turned around, smirk sliding into place as he practically strutted over. "You don't need it right now."
He slid his arms over Kenren's bare shoulders, pressing close. The fur ruff tickled against his naked chest, and Kenren suddenly had a very clear explanation as to why the priest liked grabbing it so much.
"If you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you take it back," Iiloridan purred in his ear, and Kenren broke into a grin at the challenge, hands sliding under the open tunic.
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"You're a terrible cook."
Kenren should have realized his mistake the moment Iiloridan's ears twitched straight up, back going stiff, but he was too busy glaring at the bowl in his hands to notice.
"...excuse you?"
"What even is this? It's not chicken. ...Do you even eat chicken? I mean, I know you have that weird bird thing, but come on, you gotta eat chicken, right? But this? Not chicken. Or pork."
"Kenren."
"Or cow. Or even bear or strider or-"
"Kenren!"
The monk was interrupted when something wet and slimy and rubbery bounced painfully off his forehead, and he jerked up from glaring at the bowl with a yelp.
"It's. Frog," Iiloridan snarled, readying a second severed frog's foot to toss.
"Frog!?" Kenren made a face, holding the bowl out at arm's length- before the other foot went flying and he had to duck.
"Yes! Frog! You see anything else to eat around here in this fel-damned place?!"
Ears drooping, Kenren glanced around. The swamp around them gurgled with the sound of frogs, water, and bugs.
"...Er."
"Eat. The fucking. Food."
"...Right."
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"I'm not wearing that."
"Oh come on!" Kenren pouted, the masks in his hands drooping to his chest in favor of fixing the priest with a truly pitiful look.
"No. I refuse." Iiloridan's lips curled back, ignoring the puppy eyes in favor of glaring at the cheap wooden mask and it's monstrous visage.
"But it's a festival! A party! Everyone will be wearing one!"
"Then you can get me a different one."
"These were the last ones the vendor had!"
"I can't imagine why," Lori snipped, shoving the hideous troll mask away when Kenren' tried to press it into his hand.
"Loriiii," he tried again, but Iiloridan had apparently had enough. He grabbed the offending mask and flung it like a dagger, sending it into a wicked spin where it sliced deep in a hay bale all the way across the street.
"Find another vendor or go by yourself."
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"I'm not even sorry."
Iiloridan said, before Kenren could open his mouth. He was tossing his things into his bags without care.
"So um. We got kicked out."
"I know," Iiloridan snarled, shaking the half-filled bag for emphasis.
"You punched that guy."
"Sure did."
"He had to get a paladin to heal his jaw."
"Broke it, did I?"
"Er. Yeah."
"Good," Lori snarled, with vicious satisfaction.
"...why?" Kenren didn't expect the priest to freeze at the question, but he did. Jaw working silently, Iiloridan glanced back, looking at Kenren with an expression he couldn't decipher.
"...Because I didn't like his stupid face."
"That's not a reason! That's not your reason at all!" Kenren shook his head, jabbing a finger at the priest. He was torn between being pleased that he could finally tell when Lori was lying and being pissed that he was obviously being lied to. "You recognized him, didn't you?"
"Yes. ...Did you?" Lori's voice was quiet, and he glanced over his shoulder at Kenren with dark eyes.
"What? No, I've never seen him before! I mean, he's one of us, so I could have seen him anywhere, but no, not really?" He'd noticed the way the other Sin'dorei had gone slightly pale at the sight of Iiloridan - them? - before Lori had taken one look at him, turned red, and lunged forward to crack his jaw as the stranger had tried and failed to run away. It had accidentally sparked a full-on bar brawl in the middle of the small inn, and Kenren was still nursing a lump on his skull that he hadn't had a chance to get Lori to heal.
"Good."
"What?" Kenren frowned, barely catching Lori's muttering.
"Nothing. He deserved it, is all." He shouldered the filled pack, tossing Kenren his own packed bag. "Come on. Let's get out of here before they drag us out."
Kenren huffed, but a growl from right behind him - the very angry inn-keeper - kept him from asking more as they were escorted out.
Selected by Huntarded:
“Is that my shirt?” , You’re a terrible cook.” , I’m not wearing that.”, “I’m not even sorry.”
ken, ken, lori, lori
-------
"Is that my shirt?"
Kenren froze in the doorway, staring at the priest who was currently missing his robes and was instead clad in fluffy green leathers.
"No," Iiloridan said, the blatant lie crossing his lips without hesitation. He didn't even bother to turn around, instead fluffing the fur ruff in the mirror.
"No. No, that's mine," Kenren objected, voice going odd. He should be irritated, but his mouth felt a little dry. The tunic didn't fit at all, and Lori hadn't even bothered closing it up, leaving the chest wide open and the path down his belly - and half-unlaced breeches - exposed.
"What? Do you have a problem?" Iiloridan finally turned around, smirk sliding into place as he practically strutted over. "You don't need it right now."
He slid his arms over Kenren's bare shoulders, pressing close. The fur ruff tickled against his naked chest, and Kenren suddenly had a very clear explanation as to why the priest liked grabbing it so much.
"If you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you take it back," Iiloridan purred in his ear, and Kenren broke into a grin at the challenge, hands sliding under the open tunic.
-------
"You're a terrible cook."
Kenren should have realized his mistake the moment Iiloridan's ears twitched straight up, back going stiff, but he was too busy glaring at the bowl in his hands to notice.
"...excuse you?"
"What even is this? It's not chicken. ...Do you even eat chicken? I mean, I know you have that weird bird thing, but come on, you gotta eat chicken, right? But this? Not chicken. Or pork."
"Kenren."
"Or cow. Or even bear or strider or-"
"Kenren!"
The monk was interrupted when something wet and slimy and rubbery bounced painfully off his forehead, and he jerked up from glaring at the bowl with a yelp.
"It's. Frog," Iiloridan snarled, readying a second severed frog's foot to toss.
"Frog!?" Kenren made a face, holding the bowl out at arm's length- before the other foot went flying and he had to duck.
"Yes! Frog! You see anything else to eat around here in this fel-damned place?!"
Ears drooping, Kenren glanced around. The swamp around them gurgled with the sound of frogs, water, and bugs.
"...Er."
"Eat. The fucking. Food."
"...Right."
-------
"I'm not wearing that."
"Oh come on!" Kenren pouted, the masks in his hands drooping to his chest in favor of fixing the priest with a truly pitiful look.
"No. I refuse." Iiloridan's lips curled back, ignoring the puppy eyes in favor of glaring at the cheap wooden mask and it's monstrous visage.
"But it's a festival! A party! Everyone will be wearing one!"
"Then you can get me a different one."
"These were the last ones the vendor had!"
"I can't imagine why," Lori snipped, shoving the hideous troll mask away when Kenren' tried to press it into his hand.
"Loriiii," he tried again, but Iiloridan had apparently had enough. He grabbed the offending mask and flung it like a dagger, sending it into a wicked spin where it sliced deep in a hay bale all the way across the street.
"Find another vendor or go by yourself."
-------
"I'm not even sorry."
Iiloridan said, before Kenren could open his mouth. He was tossing his things into his bags without care.
"So um. We got kicked out."
"I know," Iiloridan snarled, shaking the half-filled bag for emphasis.
"You punched that guy."
"Sure did."
"He had to get a paladin to heal his jaw."
"Broke it, did I?"
"Er. Yeah."
"Good," Lori snarled, with vicious satisfaction.
"...why?" Kenren didn't expect the priest to freeze at the question, but he did. Jaw working silently, Iiloridan glanced back, looking at Kenren with an expression he couldn't decipher.
"...Because I didn't like his stupid face."
"That's not a reason! That's not your reason at all!" Kenren shook his head, jabbing a finger at the priest. He was torn between being pleased that he could finally tell when Lori was lying and being pissed that he was obviously being lied to. "You recognized him, didn't you?"
"Yes. ...Did you?" Lori's voice was quiet, and he glanced over his shoulder at Kenren with dark eyes.
"What? No, I've never seen him before! I mean, he's one of us, so I could have seen him anywhere, but no, not really?" He'd noticed the way the other Sin'dorei had gone slightly pale at the sight of Iiloridan - them? - before Lori had taken one look at him, turned red, and lunged forward to crack his jaw as the stranger had tried and failed to run away. It had accidentally sparked a full-on bar brawl in the middle of the small inn, and Kenren was still nursing a lump on his skull that he hadn't had a chance to get Lori to heal.
"Good."
"What?" Kenren frowned, barely catching Lori's muttering.
"Nothing. He deserved it, is all." He shouldered the filled pack, tossing Kenren his own packed bag. "Come on. Let's get out of here before they drag us out."
Kenren huffed, but a growl from right behind him - the very angry inn-keeper - kept him from asking more as they were escorted out.
