Okay, so this is my first fic on Scrapped Princess- just some crazy idea I got! ..
Please please PLEASE read and review! Constructive criticism is welcome anytime, anywhere… :D
Summary: Scrapped Princess Raquel grimaces, Kidaf is ignorant. A third party enjoys his tea. Kidaf x Raquel, If you squint.
"That was lovely!" Raquel exclaimed happily as she took a sip of tea from a delicate china cup.
Kidaf put down his bard and resisted the urge to snort. There was nothing romantic about this-
Oh, sure, the settings were romantic enough, both of them sitting by a river, he playing a love song on his instrument for her and she, looking undeniably pretty, smiling at him as he played. Other than that, it was hardly romantic- she had requested a song from him, and it only seemed obvious to play a love song.
Well, to him, that was. Having the sudden urge to snort- again- he plucked a blade of grass, a long, nice one, so that he could chew on it to prevent himself from… snorting.
He then noticed the beautiful and kind and gentle archmage looking at him- in a troubled way- as if she wanted to tell him something, but was too embarrassed to. What was she disturbed by? Pacifica…no, the Scrapped Princess thing was cleared- Shannon? Nah, he was a bit moody sometimes, but fine really. What about... me? Maybe my playing was… not good enough?
No, don't be
silly, he mentally chided himself. To show that he cared (why
would he care, though?) he smiled reassuringly
at her. There,
that should do the trick. He sighed. Women were
troublesome creatures sometimes.
Raquel was in a dilemma.
Oh, God, should I
tell him or not? It'll be disastrous not to tell him, but, still,
how should I put it… Um, like, I'll
use eye language?
Looking at him and hoping that her eyes would tell him everything-
Um, Kidaf, but
there's a worm on the blade of grass you're chewing, so…
It didn't work! Raquel wanted to jump up at scream. But no, she did not do that because she was cool, calm and composed.
She glanced at him, and, good lord, his eyes were telling her that it was okay…Okay what? She wanted to scream. Maybe- he purposely chose that blade of grass for that worm on it? Maybe musicians thought worms a delicacy? If that was the case…
Raquel managed a smile that looked more like a grimace, and fought the sick churning feeling in the stomach.
Blissfully unaware, the worm advanced forward, chewing on the juicy green ground.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I need reviews desperately! ;'(