Title: Naked
Fandom: Diablo
Pairing: Flavie/Necromancer
Warning: The word "naked" is in this, and slightly perverted Necromancer goodness.
Summary: All she wanted to know was why they were naked.
Notes: This was posted on my LiveJournal and I was going through it, I had the need to share it on here. It is based on a true story between a sorceress and my necromancer.
Drabble
There weren't many things that disturbed a highly trained rogue, and even few things that rose any questions in her mind. Yet spending one day with a Necromancer had caused both things to happen, much to her surprise and dismay. Even as she sat at the campsite next to him, his minions surrounding the two, she couldn't stop herself from turning completely to him and keeping a stern expression.
"I have a question."
The priest looked startled for a moment, before his head tilted in an uncharacteristic manner. "And what is that, young Rogue."
"It's about your bone minions," the young woman spoke clearly - just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I want to know something very important about them."
"And this is...?" The man arched a curious but thin brow, "I will answer truthfully."
"Thank you," she replied before shifting her gaze to one of the skeletons. "Why are they naked?"
The priest's eyes widened for a moment, honestly surprised by the question the young rogue presented to him. He could not believe that this young woman could be so straight forward, however, working with Flavie should have let him know how she honestly was. Always right to the point, without a care of how awkward it turned out.
"Excuse me?" He managed out, "Why are they...?"
"Naked." She tilted her head with a frown, "I want to know why they are without clothing."
The man didn't know how to answer at first; he had never really thought about why his minions were naked, as she so politely put it. Although within seconds he had figured out an answer, leaning back in his seat with one of his grins. "Fighting in unclothed is easier - ever thought about trying it, Rogue?"
He didn't even see her open palm coming at him, only feeling the sting then the cold air of the night - she would not be sleeping in a tent with a perverted necromancer.