![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
haunted_cherries posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
fandomocweeklyFandoms: Twisted Wonderland
Characters: Lilia Vanrouge (Canon), Fafnir Starweaver (OC)
Rating: General
Words: 409
Notes: (Notes copy/pasted from original AO3 post on 5/14/25) Heard this line in Fruits Basket and have wanted to include it in a fic ever since! If you know, you know. xD Enjoy! (Also posted to my journal!)
Summary: Fafnir has a query for General Vanrouge before his nap.
****
“Tell me, General, what does snow become when it melts?"
Lilia is simply trying to sneak in a nap on the couch in Fafnir’s office, but instead he’s once again subjected to the other man’s onslaught of silly antics that he’s still not sure he enjoys.
“It clearly becomes water. What kinda question is that?,” he answers without so much as opening his eyes. If Fafnir knew better, he would leave it at that and let the General get some well-deserved rest.
But Fafnir has never been one to leave well enough alone when it comes to poking at the General for his own amusement.
“No no, silly.” Fafnir’s soft chuckles fill the room like a gentle breeze, almost making Lilia's heart skip a beat. “It becomes Spring.”
If Lilia's eyes were open they would've rolled into the back of his head. Fool. My answer was clearly right. Snow melts at the end of a long Winter, then the water nourishes the soil for all the flowers and trees to grow and bring forth the coming of—oh.
Touché, Fafnir Starweaver. Touché.
“Meh, all the same to me,” he grumbled, turning away and burying himself into the couch to hide the warmth rushign to his cheeks. The little quip had his heart fluttering—something Fafnir seemed to specialize in without realizing it—but he wasn’t about the give the freckled fae that victory, not when he desperately needed a nap. “Now if you don’t mind, I want to at least try to get some sleep before Maleanor is calling me and sending me off to God knows where.”
When Fafnir turns to give the sleepy grump a piece of his mind, the General already has his back to the other man and is softly snoring away.
Fanir let his gaze to linger a moment, every inch of the sleeping man on his couch coming under his golden gaze as he used his magic to summon a blanket from the nearby closet. It was a jet black plush throw blanket, one that Fafnir couldn't bear to get rid of because he secretly knew how much Lilia enjoyed it. With a flick of freckled fingers, it would come to rest on the General's form, hopefully keeping him warm and comfortable for the duration of his nap.
With a smile Fafnir turns back to his work and allowed Lilia to get some well deserved rest as a comfortable silence fell over them.
Characters: Lilia Vanrouge (Canon), Fafnir Starweaver (OC)
Rating: General
Words: 409
Notes: (Notes copy/pasted from original AO3 post on 5/14/25) Heard this line in Fruits Basket and have wanted to include it in a fic ever since! If you know, you know. xD Enjoy! (Also posted to my journal!)
Summary: Fafnir has a query for General Vanrouge before his nap.
“Tell me, General, what does snow become when it melts?"
Lilia is simply trying to sneak in a nap on the couch in Fafnir’s office, but instead he’s once again subjected to the other man’s onslaught of silly antics that he’s still not sure he enjoys.
“It clearly becomes water. What kinda question is that?,” he answers without so much as opening his eyes. If Fafnir knew better, he would leave it at that and let the General get some well-deserved rest.
But Fafnir has never been one to leave well enough alone when it comes to poking at the General for his own amusement.
“No no, silly.” Fafnir’s soft chuckles fill the room like a gentle breeze, almost making Lilia's heart skip a beat. “It becomes Spring.”
If Lilia's eyes were open they would've rolled into the back of his head. Fool. My answer was clearly right. Snow melts at the end of a long Winter, then the water nourishes the soil for all the flowers and trees to grow and bring forth the coming of—oh.
Touché, Fafnir Starweaver. Touché.
“Meh, all the same to me,” he grumbled, turning away and burying himself into the couch to hide the warmth rushign to his cheeks. The little quip had his heart fluttering—something Fafnir seemed to specialize in without realizing it—but he wasn’t about the give the freckled fae that victory, not when he desperately needed a nap. “Now if you don’t mind, I want to at least try to get some sleep before Maleanor is calling me and sending me off to God knows where.”
When Fafnir turns to give the sleepy grump a piece of his mind, the General already has his back to the other man and is softly snoring away.
Fanir let his gaze to linger a moment, every inch of the sleeping man on his couch coming under his golden gaze as he used his magic to summon a blanket from the nearby closet. It was a jet black plush throw blanket, one that Fafnir couldn't bear to get rid of because he secretly knew how much Lilia enjoyed it. With a flick of freckled fingers, it would come to rest on the General's form, hopefully keeping him warm and comfortable for the duration of his nap.
With a smile Fafnir turns back to his work and allowed Lilia to get some well deserved rest as a comfortable silence fell over them.
