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littlekasumi.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2006-04-01 04:44 pm
[april 1] [original] no change
Title: No Change
Day/Theme: April 1/ dinner for three
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Raz, Driel, Medea
Rating: PG
Laughter crawled up her throat as she watched Driel twirl the silverware between his fingers as Raz glared at his twin, his eyebrows twitching in disapproval. "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. We should get together more often."
Driel set the utensils down and shot her a mischievous smile. "Yup. It's been a long time since you've come over. When was the last time again?"
Medea's eyes became downcast as Raz said, "About four years ago; before she becomes Frieze's top secretary."
Driel quirked an eyebrow in his brother's direction as his smile grew. "My my my. No fancy 'Commander' title for Medea's grandfather huh?"
Raz snorted while his hand rested under his chin. "He is not here so what is the point?" He turned to Medea, who sat across from him. "I hope you have no objectives to that, right Miss Secretary?" The sarcasm he attached to the last two words did not escape her ears.
Driel placed his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter while Medea rolled her cerulean eyes at her friend. "You two don't have to treat me like royalty. Nothing has changed." Medea couldn't help but grip the hem of her dress in slight worry. 'At least, I hope nothing has changed.'
"Nothing's changed huh?" Driel picked up a spoon, fork, and a knife and twirled each in his hands; Medea swore Raz was going to snap at him at any moment."You've become the top secretary of the Aquarian army," he set down the spoon, neatly in front of him.
"Raz possesses his own fleet to do whatever with," he calmly dropped the knife from his hands; Raz didn't seem to be paying attention to his brother's words.
"Me? Well, I guess I haven't changed at all," he clutched the fork in his hand tightly. "But so what? We have new jobs but we're still the same right? You're still a bit nagging, Raz is still angry all the time, and I'm still, well, me!"
Medea's breath caught in her throat at his words. 'Did he know about my discomfort?' Medea felt words crawl up but Driel went back to twirling knives between his fingers.
"Will you stop that?" Raz growled, running a hand through his messy red hair.
"Oh why?" Driel whined, twirling the knives more rapidly, which seemed to increase his brother's irritation. "Medea likes it, don't ya?"
Medea turned away from him, a fake look of confusion on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Medea!" Driel cried, stopping the spinning of silverware.
"You're such a dim witted fool," Raz scoffed but now, Medea noticed, he seemed to be smiling.
'He's right. We are the same.'
Day/Theme: April 1/ dinner for three
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Raz, Driel, Medea
Rating: PG
Laughter crawled up her throat as she watched Driel twirl the silverware between his fingers as Raz glared at his twin, his eyebrows twitching in disapproval. "It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. We should get together more often."
Driel set the utensils down and shot her a mischievous smile. "Yup. It's been a long time since you've come over. When was the last time again?"
Medea's eyes became downcast as Raz said, "About four years ago; before she becomes Frieze's top secretary."
Driel quirked an eyebrow in his brother's direction as his smile grew. "My my my. No fancy 'Commander' title for Medea's grandfather huh?"
Raz snorted while his hand rested under his chin. "He is not here so what is the point?" He turned to Medea, who sat across from him. "I hope you have no objectives to that, right Miss Secretary?" The sarcasm he attached to the last two words did not escape her ears.
Driel placed his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter while Medea rolled her cerulean eyes at her friend. "You two don't have to treat me like royalty. Nothing has changed." Medea couldn't help but grip the hem of her dress in slight worry. 'At least, I hope nothing has changed.'
"Nothing's changed huh?" Driel picked up a spoon, fork, and a knife and twirled each in his hands; Medea swore Raz was going to snap at him at any moment."You've become the top secretary of the Aquarian army," he set down the spoon, neatly in front of him.
"Raz possesses his own fleet to do whatever with," he calmly dropped the knife from his hands; Raz didn't seem to be paying attention to his brother's words.
"Me? Well, I guess I haven't changed at all," he clutched the fork in his hand tightly. "But so what? We have new jobs but we're still the same right? You're still a bit nagging, Raz is still angry all the time, and I'm still, well, me!"
Medea's breath caught in her throat at his words. 'Did he know about my discomfort?' Medea felt words crawl up but Driel went back to twirling knives between his fingers.
"Will you stop that?" Raz growled, running a hand through his messy red hair.
"Oh why?" Driel whined, twirling the knives more rapidly, which seemed to increase his brother's irritation. "Medea likes it, don't ya?"
Medea turned away from him, a fake look of confusion on her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Medea!" Driel cried, stopping the spinning of silverware.
"You're such a dim witted fool," Raz scoffed but now, Medea noticed, he seemed to be smiling.
'He's right. We are the same.'