Posts tagged ‘Leif’

No Such Thing

Yori frowned slightly at the commander. Then, he looked at Rune. Leaning close, he whispered into the other’s ear. “Why does everyone here act like there’s only one correct way to do things?” he asked.

Rune blinked and then leaned closer to him. “If you’ve got a suggestion for a better way to do it…” he said, trailing off. He nodded towards the commander and shrugged.

For a moment, Yori hesitated. Then, he said, “I realize I’m new here, but… I had a suggestion that might make this process more expeditious.” The looks the others gave him said, clearer than words could have, that they’d never thought of another way to do this. “There’s always alternatives, you know?”

“No,” Leif said, his tone only partially-teasing. “There’s only one way to do anything!”

The commander rolled his eyes and said, “Let’s hear your idea Captain Hummel.”

A Little Cheese and Whine

Sindri frowned at Anna. He pushed the plate away and shook his head firmly. “I don’t like it,” he said. His voice was soft and his tone was just a bit petulant.

“It’s good for you,” Anna said, pushing the plate back over to him. She gave him a gentle smile. It was just the sort of smile a mother would give her child if she wanted him to do something he didn’t want to do.

“But I don’t like it,” Sindri whined. “I don’t wanna eat it!”

Leif sent him a glare. “Just eat the cheese, Sindri,” he growled.

Close to you

Leif watched Eisa from across the field. A slight frown touched his lips and he plucked a flower from one of the nearby trees. He slipped through the greenery, until he was standing behind her.

“Eisa?” he said, his voice soft.

She turned to face him. As their eyes met, he held the flower up to her. Her eyes widened briefly, then she smiled. Taking the flower, she said, “Thank you. May I ask…”

“I wanted to be close to you,” Leif said, interrupting her question. That was reason enough to give her flowers.

Carved your name

Leif held the knife in his hand and frowned. The tree was covered with names. For who knew how long, people had come to this tree to carve the name of someone they cared about into the bark.

He bit his lip and stood on his toes to reach a bare patch of wood. Soon, he had carved four letters into the rough surface. He stepped back to look at his handiwork. Then, he noticed that someone had also carved his name there. He touched the letters and smiled. He knew who the other carver was.

I won’t let go

Yori could feel his chest tightening as the battle continued. He couldn’t keep this up much longer. Tears stung his eyes and he shook them away. “Rune,” he rasped, throwing more blades of cutting wind at his opponent.

He gasped and stumbled back when his opponent leapt straight up into the air to escape the attack. His vision blurred. As he fell to the ground, he tensed – ready for the enemy’s killing blow. Instead, he heard the clang of steel on steel.

“Hold on, Yori,” Rune said, cutting through the fog. “I’ve got you, Bellissima. Just focus on breathing.”

Yori nodded, fumbling in his pocket for his medicine. He found the bottle and pried the cap free. As soon as he breathed in the vapors, his vision cleared. He blinked as he realized that Rune literally had him. He was cradled in the crook of his mate’s arms as Rune fought.

“Rune,” he said, his voice soft. “I’m all right now. You can…”

“I’m not letting you go just yet,” Rune snapped. He struck the enemy with his staff and the shadow darted back, out of reach. “Dry your eyes, Cara mia. Steady yourself. If we stick together, we can get through this.”

Yori blinked away his tears and gave Rune a smile. “Thank you,” he breathed. Then, Rune released him. Yori spread his wings and soared upward. Rune spun away, turning his back on the enemy, trusting Yori to guard him.

With a shrill cry, Yori came down on the enemy from above, as the form darted in to attack Rune’s back. The added momentum sent the shadow tumbling to the ground. The other shadow rolled to a stop in the brush.

Sighing in relief, Yori turned to smile at Rune. He gasped and caught Rune as he started to fall. “You’re hurt,” Yori said, looking into his eyes. He looked at their opponents. One had dissolved. Two forms lay where the other had fallen. Whomever they were, they were done fighting – for the moment.

Yori banished his staff and wrapped his arms around Rune’s shoulders. “Come on,” Yori said, beating his wings furiously. Soon, they were gliding low over the forest.

He was panting as he set Rune down with the rest of the scouting party. “We were… attacked,” he told Anna. “Rune is… hurt.” Indeed, Rune was unconscious. He knelt beside his mate, holding tightly to one hand, while Anna tended to him.

“Who was it?” Leif said, shaking his head. “Who attacked you?”

Yori’s brows furrowed. He shook his head. “Same as before,” he said. “Just… shadows.”

We float like a mote of dust

“How do dragons fly?” Eisa said, as she lounged in Leif’s arms. Her brows furrowed. “I mean, ice dragons have wings, but you… you don’t have wings, so how do you fly?”

Leif frowned for a moment, then he tilted his head to one side. “I’m not really sure,” he said. “I just think about being light and I float off the ground and let the wind just take me.”

“Like a dust mote?” Eisa said, blinking. Leif gave Eisa such a look that she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She sat up and kissed him on the cheek. “A very handsome and intelligent dust mote.”

“But… I’m still a dust mote,” Leif said. He sighed and shook his head. “I suppose I can live with that, if you can.”

I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness

“Why do I have to be the one that goes?” Yori asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Rune chuckled wryly. “You’ve been in the human world before – been physical there,” he said. “None of the rest of us have.”

Yori heaved a sigh and shook his head. “Not by choice!”

“Still,” Leif said, “the fact remains that it’s an experience you have, which the rest of us lack. To be honest… we’re all a little afraid of the idea.”

Glaring, Yori said, “What makes you think you should be afraid? You’ll be able to return whenever you want!”

Rune laughed. “Only thing that scares me is the idea that I might enjoy myself there,” he said. He kissed Yori on the cheek. “You’ll only be gone a little while. How hard can it be to find one little human?”

Yori just heaved a sigh.

Nighttime story

Yori sat down beside Rune on the log. He leaned back and smiled up at his mate. “So,” he said, “ready for the festivities?”

Rune smirked and looked out the window. “I think so,” he said. He smoothed a hand through Yori’s hair. “What should we do while we wait for the others?”

Chuckling, Yori shook his head. With an impish grin, he fluttered his eyelashes flirtatiously and said, “Tell me a story?”

“A story, you say?” Rune said, arching an eyebrow. He leaned close and began whispering in Yori’s ear.

Leif came in and looked at one and then the other. He frowned and shook his head. “Not the sort of story people should be telling where others might see, Captain Wolff,” he said. When both of them burst out laughing, he rolled his eyes.

Dearest pain of my womb

Yori’s brows furrowed and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He flushed when the commander arched an eyebrow at him. “They’re shifting around and kicking,” he said, setting a hand on his abdomen. He shrugged slightly. “It… hurts.”

“Is it terribly painful, Bellissima?” Rune said, reaching over to take his other hand.

A faint smile touched Yori’s lips. “No,” he said, shaking his head. He rubbed the bulge of one of the unborn young’s limbs and chuckled. “It hurts a bit, when they get their exercise, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“At least they seem healthy,” Leif said, blinking. He glanced at Anna and added, “At least… I’m guessing the fact that they’re so active means they’re healthy.”

Anna chuckled. “I’m sure they’re fine,” she said. Arching an eyebrow at Yori, she added, “Perhaps they’re trying to tell their mother that they’re hungry?”

Yori chuckled. “I know I’m hungry, even if they aren’t,” he said. He shrugged at the commander. “I always seem to be nowadays.”

“I remember when my son was born well enough to understand your discomfort, Captain Hummel,” the commander said. “I’ll try to keep the meeting brief. With that in mind…” He trailed off and glanced at Nora.

“Right,” she said, looking at her papers. “The report from the Cherry Division.”

The cancer of your affection

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Yori said, shaking his head firmly. He shrugged and said, “What’s the harm in being nice to people?”

“There’s nice and then there’s what you do,” Leif grumbled. He looked up at Yori and shook his head. “You… just latch onto people – people who know you well, people you’ve just met, people you hardly know at all! You latch onto them and hug them and… they can’t escape! You’re like a growth, Yori!”

Yori stopped in his tracks. For a moment, he stood there, blinking. Then, he looked at Rune. “I’m just… affectionate,” he said, sounding a bit hurt.

Rune laughed and put and arm around his waist. “I don’t mind your exhuberance, Bellissima,” he said. “If you didn’t act that way, I’d be worried that something was troubling you.”

“Leif’s just shy,” Judson said, shrugging. The comment earned him a glare from the younger captain. Judson laughed and threw his arms around Leif’s shoulders. Yori and Rune chuckled when Leif squawked and tried to squirm free.

When Leif finally succeeded, Judson grinned at Yori. “That was fun,” he said. Then, he whirled towards Leif and spread his arms. “Come on, Leif,” he called. “Where are you going?”

“Get away from me!” Leif growled. He was blushing furiously and walking as quickly as he could away from them.

Yori chuckled and gave Rune a sidelong glance. “Perhaps, I should tone it down a bit,” he said.

“Perish the thought,” Rune said, patting his hand. Then, walking hand in hand, they laughed as they followed Judson and Leif towards the meeting hall.