The Jacket
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120_minutenTitel: The Jacket
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Joker: Grün vor Neid (für's Team)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Kommentar: Sorry, diese Idioten sind alles, was ihr aktuell von mir bekommt…
The jacket has been burning a hole into his bag the whole morning, and he’s determined not to miss this chance.
The Jacket
The pills do their job, he does feel better the next day. He can’t even remember hearing Nick coming home, even though he moves about as graceful as a rhino when he’s drunk.
Before his botany class he takes a detour to the training ground of the specialists. He’s stuffed Ivy’s jacket in his bag on top of the books. The rumour mill in this school runs like a well-oiled machine, and he doesn’t need to add any water to it.
When he steps out between the trees, he immediately makes out Ivy on one of the platforms, circling a guy about a head taller than her and just as blond, although he looks like a natural. Her hands are holding the knives he saw her with last night, while her opponent is holding a short sword.
That doesn’t seem like a fair fight, but Ivy’s moving lightning quick, using her smaller size to duck underneath her opponent’s attacks, and more than once gets within striking distance, only for the guy to move out of the way at literally the last second. Once her knife even grazes skin, he can feel the brief spark of pain, as well as her resolve.
Finally she takes him down by wrapping her legs around his. The fight is called off when she rests a gleaming blade against his jugular. When he focuses on her, he can clearly feel her exhilaration.
She climbs off of him with a grin and holds out a hand to the other guy, which he accepts. There doesn’t seem to be any hard feelings. A gaggle of other third-year specialists clap them both on their backs as they jump off the platform. “Better luck next time”, he can hear her say.
Now that he’s standing there, the idea to seek her out here doesn’t seem that great anymore. He’ll have to move through a pack of specialists just to get to her, and he knows how they can be. Maybe he’ll better try his luck another time.
He ducks back between the trees. Besides, he’s already late for botany.
He gets a second chance in the cafeteria later. Unfortunately, last night doesn’t seem to have dealt Nick any permanent damage, which is why he’s currently chewing his ears off about all the things he missed at the party.
He’s only half-listening anyway, instead picking on the remainder of his fries, when he makes out a familiar blond head of hair in the crowd. Immediately he sits up a little straighter. The jacket has been burning a hole into his bag the whole morning, and he’s determined not to miss this chance.
Fortunately Ivy catches his look over a table of first-years, and seems to understand his nod. Hastily he gets up. “I’ll be right back.”
They meet up in a quiet corner behind one of the arches.
“Hey”, he says.
“Hey.” Her smile is bright, but he can’t feel much from her. Actually, now that he thinks about it with a clear head, he didn’t get much from her last night either. She’s probably been trained in mind-blocking techniques, most specialists are, though few would use them in the day-to-day. Maybe mind fairies make her uncomfortable, she wouldn’t be the first. There’s probably no way he can ask her about it without being rude, though.
“Uh, I still got your jacket”, he says, and digs it out of his bag. “Hope you didn’t get into trouble.”
“No, don’t worry about it.” She accepts it and immediately slips it on. “You feeling better?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
She seems to want to say something else, but somewhere somebody’s calling her name. “Sorry, I have to go. See you around!”
And with this she slips back into the crowd.
When he gets back to his table, Nick has helped himself to some of his fries. He slaps his hand away but doesn’t care enough to get angry.
Nick leans over the table and fixes him a look. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” he asks back, and eats another fry even though they’ve gone cold.
“You talking to specialists now?”
“So what if I am? They’re not all bad.”
“Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree there, mate”, Nick says and steals another fry.
“I’m not – what does that even mean?”
“That she’s hella gay, and despite your girly face, you’re not actually, you know, a girl.”
He huffs. “How do you even know that.”
“Cause I was on a campus party last year where she put her tongue down Alisha MacCann’s throat all night”, Nick says casually.
“That doesn’t mean she’s gay. Bisexuality exists, you know.”
Nick waves it off. “Also, no female specialist would be caught dead dating a male fairy. Haven’t you noticed? The guys are all over pretty fairy girls, but it doesn’t work like that the other way round.”
He pushes his plate away, finally giving Nick full reign over the rest of the fries. “It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing going on.”
“If you say so”, Nick says amenable.
But he can tell that he doesn’t believe him.
Team: Nimmerland
Challenge: Farben – Joker: Grün vor Neid (für's Team)
Fandom: Fate - The Winx Saga (Fortsetzung hiervon)
Charaktere: Devin, Ivy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Kommentar: Sorry, diese Idioten sind alles, was ihr aktuell von mir bekommt…
The jacket has been burning a hole into his bag the whole morning, and he’s determined not to miss this chance.
The Jacket
The pills do their job, he does feel better the next day. He can’t even remember hearing Nick coming home, even though he moves about as graceful as a rhino when he’s drunk.
Before his botany class he takes a detour to the training ground of the specialists. He’s stuffed Ivy’s jacket in his bag on top of the books. The rumour mill in this school runs like a well-oiled machine, and he doesn’t need to add any water to it.
When he steps out between the trees, he immediately makes out Ivy on one of the platforms, circling a guy about a head taller than her and just as blond, although he looks like a natural. Her hands are holding the knives he saw her with last night, while her opponent is holding a short sword.
That doesn’t seem like a fair fight, but Ivy’s moving lightning quick, using her smaller size to duck underneath her opponent’s attacks, and more than once gets within striking distance, only for the guy to move out of the way at literally the last second. Once her knife even grazes skin, he can feel the brief spark of pain, as well as her resolve.
Finally she takes him down by wrapping her legs around his. The fight is called off when she rests a gleaming blade against his jugular. When he focuses on her, he can clearly feel her exhilaration.
She climbs off of him with a grin and holds out a hand to the other guy, which he accepts. There doesn’t seem to be any hard feelings. A gaggle of other third-year specialists clap them both on their backs as they jump off the platform. “Better luck next time”, he can hear her say.
Now that he’s standing there, the idea to seek her out here doesn’t seem that great anymore. He’ll have to move through a pack of specialists just to get to her, and he knows how they can be. Maybe he’ll better try his luck another time.
He ducks back between the trees. Besides, he’s already late for botany.
He gets a second chance in the cafeteria later. Unfortunately, last night doesn’t seem to have dealt Nick any permanent damage, which is why he’s currently chewing his ears off about all the things he missed at the party.
He’s only half-listening anyway, instead picking on the remainder of his fries, when he makes out a familiar blond head of hair in the crowd. Immediately he sits up a little straighter. The jacket has been burning a hole into his bag the whole morning, and he’s determined not to miss this chance.
Fortunately Ivy catches his look over a table of first-years, and seems to understand his nod. Hastily he gets up. “I’ll be right back.”
They meet up in a quiet corner behind one of the arches.
“Hey”, he says.
“Hey.” Her smile is bright, but he can’t feel much from her. Actually, now that he thinks about it with a clear head, he didn’t get much from her last night either. She’s probably been trained in mind-blocking techniques, most specialists are, though few would use them in the day-to-day. Maybe mind fairies make her uncomfortable, she wouldn’t be the first. There’s probably no way he can ask her about it without being rude, though.
“Uh, I still got your jacket”, he says, and digs it out of his bag. “Hope you didn’t get into trouble.”
“No, don’t worry about it.” She accepts it and immediately slips it on. “You feeling better?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
She seems to want to say something else, but somewhere somebody’s calling her name. “Sorry, I have to go. See you around!”
And with this she slips back into the crowd.
When he gets back to his table, Nick has helped himself to some of his fries. He slaps his hand away but doesn’t care enough to get angry.
Nick leans over the table and fixes him a look. “What the hell was that?”
“What?” he asks back, and eats another fry even though they’ve gone cold.
“You talking to specialists now?”
“So what if I am? They’re not all bad.”
“Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree there, mate”, Nick says and steals another fry.
“I’m not – what does that even mean?”
“That she’s hella gay, and despite your girly face, you’re not actually, you know, a girl.”
He huffs. “How do you even know that.”
“Cause I was on a campus party last year where she put her tongue down Alisha MacCann’s throat all night”, Nick says casually.
“That doesn’t mean she’s gay. Bisexuality exists, you know.”
Nick waves it off. “Also, no female specialist would be caught dead dating a male fairy. Haven’t you noticed? The guys are all over pretty fairy girls, but it doesn’t work like that the other way round.”
He pushes his plate away, finally giving Nick full reign over the rest of the fries. “It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing going on.”
“If you say so”, Nick says amenable.
But he can tell that he doesn’t believe him.