*A/N* Hey y'all. For some reason, I have this thing with Corin lately. He's
sort of fascinating, that "Come and get me, then!" attitude. He already
made an appearance in "Anything Lucy", and today he cropped up saying "Pay
some more attention to me, or I'll box you." Who was I to refuse? He's such
a cutie pie and all... gotta give him the lovin'. Anyways, I'm not sure
about a full-length Corin story yet... so... for now, it's little snippets.
Enjoy. Review. Send money.
Oh, and thanks to Evenstar for her input. You were right. I revised.
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"Come on, get up, then!"
Corin taunted his elder (by twenty minutes) brother, who had fallen to the floor after a fairly short boxing match between the teenage twins. Cor always fell first; Corin noticed this with considerable pride.
"All right, Corin. This is stupid," Cor grumbled, standing rather slowly to face his brother. Corin untensed slightly, knowing that his brother would no longer fight back. He sighed. No challenge left.
"You're bleeding," Corin observed, indicating to Cor's bloody nose.
Cor sighed at length and flopped back onto his bed to stop the flow of blood. Neither boy spoke for a few minutes. Cor lay staring at the ceiling, while Corin paced the room, hands shoved in the pockets of his long tunic.
"What was that fight about, anyway?" Cor suddenly asked.
Corin thought for a moment. Indeed, what HAD that fight been about? Cor had said something... something about... oh, who jolly well cared what it had been about? All that mattered was that he, Corin, had won. He smirked inwardly at the thought of his quick victory.
"You made me angry," Corin finally responded, plopping down by his brother on the large bed in their shared chambers.
"'Bout what?" Cor asked, his voice sounding slightly nasal due to the free flow of blood coming from it.
"Don't exactly remember," Corin admitted. He rolled over to the nightstand beside the bed to grab a handkerchief. "Here," he handed it to his brother, who promptly mopped up the blood that lined above his lip.
"You punch hard, Corin," Cor observed.
"Yup," Corin agreed.
"Well, you could say sorry for giving me a bloody nose," Cor suggested after a few seconds of silence.
"You're the one who made ME angry," Corin reminded him.
"You're the one who made ME bleed," Cor challenged.
"Oh, all right, already. Sorry, Cor," the younger twin reached over and patted his brother's leg.
"It's all right. You're just a better fighter than I am," Cor said humbly.
"I know," Corin sighed, as if his skill as a boxer were a burden to him.
"And that's okay, little brother. Because I'm a better swordsman than you," Cor said coyly, still looking up at the ceiling, the cloth covering his wide grin.
Corin considered this for a moment. He grinned and pulled the handkerchief away from Cor's face.
"Take that back, or I'll knock you down."
Oh, and thanks to Evenstar for her input. You were right. I revised.
*****
"Come on, get up, then!"
Corin taunted his elder (by twenty minutes) brother, who had fallen to the floor after a fairly short boxing match between the teenage twins. Cor always fell first; Corin noticed this with considerable pride.
"All right, Corin. This is stupid," Cor grumbled, standing rather slowly to face his brother. Corin untensed slightly, knowing that his brother would no longer fight back. He sighed. No challenge left.
"You're bleeding," Corin observed, indicating to Cor's bloody nose.
Cor sighed at length and flopped back onto his bed to stop the flow of blood. Neither boy spoke for a few minutes. Cor lay staring at the ceiling, while Corin paced the room, hands shoved in the pockets of his long tunic.
"What was that fight about, anyway?" Cor suddenly asked.
Corin thought for a moment. Indeed, what HAD that fight been about? Cor had said something... something about... oh, who jolly well cared what it had been about? All that mattered was that he, Corin, had won. He smirked inwardly at the thought of his quick victory.
"You made me angry," Corin finally responded, plopping down by his brother on the large bed in their shared chambers.
"'Bout what?" Cor asked, his voice sounding slightly nasal due to the free flow of blood coming from it.
"Don't exactly remember," Corin admitted. He rolled over to the nightstand beside the bed to grab a handkerchief. "Here," he handed it to his brother, who promptly mopped up the blood that lined above his lip.
"You punch hard, Corin," Cor observed.
"Yup," Corin agreed.
"Well, you could say sorry for giving me a bloody nose," Cor suggested after a few seconds of silence.
"You're the one who made ME angry," Corin reminded him.
"You're the one who made ME bleed," Cor challenged.
"Oh, all right, already. Sorry, Cor," the younger twin reached over and patted his brother's leg.
"It's all right. You're just a better fighter than I am," Cor said humbly.
"I know," Corin sighed, as if his skill as a boxer were a burden to him.
"And that's okay, little brother. Because I'm a better swordsman than you," Cor said coyly, still looking up at the ceiling, the cloth covering his wide grin.
Corin considered this for a moment. He grinned and pulled the handkerchief away from Cor's face.
"Take that back, or I'll knock you down."