XD these two are so fun to write, there's going to be a part 2 with the rest of the alphabet on the way
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Bashful
"Oh Jackie!"
Oh great, he thought grimly, glaring out to the sand, listening to the rush of feet kicking at the grains as she skipped to him. "What do you think of my new dress?" she wondered, twirling elegantly once she reached him. The fabric batting against the back of his head with the movement. "Isn't it just marvelous? And so flowy! It's perfect for this sort of weather!"
"Whatever," he grumbled, not looking at the dress at all and setting for taking a drink. Behind him Praline pouted before grinning evilly, swooping down draping herself over his shoulders, making him choke in surprise from the very sudden contact. She grinned and snickered as he hacked, loosely wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders. "Its very thin too," she offered with a smirk as he started to stutter and curse from the choke and the feeling that yes, it was only the very thin material between them.
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Sometimes
It was always so aggravating to see him brood. The pinched up face, the squinting reddish eyes that could freak any good girl out with one glaring glance, messy grey blonde hair that was always drenched in sweat and greasy, his strong arms crossed, and his figure set against a wall as he glared out at the world. It was like the world was at fault and that he was always better than anyone and everyone else. And he always looked so lonely, so nasty, and just so darn sexy...
Ugh!
Sometimes she just didn't know what to think about or around him. Seeing him brood against a wall and just glare at everything, sometimes she wanted to shake him. Sometimes she just wanted to sit and admire; he sometimes looked like a lion... no, not a lion. He wouldn't be a lion... he'd be a wolf. Her tough, guarding, lonely wolf.
But always, she liked to jump and see just how she can break that locked up stance.
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Annoying
Her laughter grated on his ears. It was as high pitched as bells, and louder than the wind, going on and on, and drifting farther and father. It caught all attention and drew them in. Particularly boys. They all, always perked up at her laugh, their eyes going over and catching sight of her, completely missing him till they approached or he made his presence clear.
"There's going to be some fireworks tonight, maybe you and I-"
"Sorry," she giggled, flattered and happy, "but but I'm watching them with Jackie."
"Oh? Your friend? She can join us, I know my friend wouldn't mind-"
"No silly," she laughs, "Jackie's my boyfriend." With that she bounced to his side, wrapping her arms around one of it, making his presence quite apparent to her latest suitor, who quickly turned tail and fled from the dark and murderous glare he sent him. "That was sweet of him," Praline hummed.
"Tch."
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Easy
"You know Jackie, you shouldn't be a thief anymore."
He raised a brow at that, laid out over a couch, eyeing up the map of a building he was going to slip into. She eyed him from where she sat, watching him as he studied and memorized the lay out. "Why's that?" he managed out absently. "You don't like my job?" If it could be considered that...
"It just seems unnecessary," she declared with a sigh.
"Oh?"
"You have me now Jackie, you don't have to steal anymore. I can get you whatever you want you know."
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Content
She sighed happily, nestled up against his chest, his green scarf tickling her cheek as her own blonde hair fanned out over them both, brushing over her back and his torso. He slept deeply beneath, one arm hung lazily over her while the other lay out stretched. Peeking her blue eyes open, she smiles as she watched him doze, his mouth parted open. It would be a perfect moment to snatch up a marker or something, scribble and doodle on his face and see how long it would take for him to realize it.
But as fun as that thought was, for the moment, she was too tired and this was too nice.
She pressed and rubbed her her face against his chest, her eyes falling closed as she fell back asleep, a happy hum purring out of her as his fingers twitched in her hair.
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Icky
Praline screamed, making Jackal cringe and dropping his once fresh apple to the dusty dirt ground. He sighed, disappointed and annoyed, he turned to see her on a chair, shaking as she pointed down at something. "What?" he growled.
"Its a bug!"
Following her finger, he saw that, yes, it was a bug. Silky white and squirming on the ground. "Relax," he scoffed. "Its just a baby sandworm." The worst that thing could do was bite-
"Die!" Praline screeched, jumping down from her chair and kicking the baby worm so hard it went splat on the wall. Squealing at the bug guts, Praline fled the room, spouting on about how she should have settled with that nobleman like her mother suggested, leaving Jackal alone with the guts splattered wall.
Shit.
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Free
According to Jackal, the desert was the horrible and just a terrible place to live.
In her opinion though, it was beautiful. The sand looked like a golden sea, with hues of red, purple, and blue decorating them as the day moved on. Sure it was hot and water was hard to come by, but over all, she found it to be marvelous and awing. And when the wind blows, chasing the heat away and making it bearable, it just made her all the happier to wear something loose, and to feel the cloth flutter around her.
There were no rivalries here, nothing to prove who was prettier or who could be prettier. No vanity, fans, and deadlines. Just her, Jackal, and the golden sea. It was the perfect getaway in her opinion. And with his old hideout letting her look over it, she couldn't ask for anything better.
And she sure that Jackie himself enjoyed these vacations, his red eyes following after her and her loose clothes and the solitude that his hideout had to offer them.
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Tough
"Jackie!" Praline snarled from where she sat, covered in wet sand while the thief snickered above her, safely perched on a large rock. The waves reached up, tickling at her legs before pulling back. "This isn't funny!" she persisted.
"Now you know how I feel when you try to pull me into the water. I don't like it Praline."
"Jackie," she scolded, wobbling up and setting her hands on her hips, her blue swim suit tight and revealing on her body. "There comes a day where a girl should see her boyfriend wet at some point."
"Not when that water is cold. If you wanna see so badly, we'll go to a hot spring."
"But Jackie! You're always complaining about how its too hot!"
"Tch," he grumbled, rolling onto his side and showing his back to her, done with their conversation. "Just let me know when you're ready to head back."
She glared at him before a smirk slid up her slips. Jumping up, she grabbed him, pressing her cold, wet, sandy body against his warm, bare back. "Praline!" he shouted in alarm at the cold contact.
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Green
Florem was... green.
That's the best Jackal could come up the kingdom, looking around curiously as Praline dragged him along, spouting on and on about the city's details and her great childhood here. Though the city itself was dark with many colorful lights and common flower statues, the fields around was nothing more than a lush of green that made the city look green itself in the distance.
Where Praline said his desert was a golden sea, he decided hers was a green sea. It was, much more pleasant than Anchiem in his opinion. It was cooler, shaded, and a good mix of shadow and color. Probably a very ideal place for a thief.
"You know though," Praline said absently, slowing down to a walk so that she was no longer dragging him around. "I'm kinda glad I'm not living here anymore, no more fighting for attention... I like living in Anchiem and Grandship more, its a lot calmer there, you know?"
Jackal hummed, still taking Florem in.
"Plus, this place is even more annoying, all the girls are looking at you you know."
"They are?" Jackal asked, perking up at that, earning an annoyed scoff and an agitated smack on his bare, revealing chest that was the cause of all her frustration here.
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Zipper
Hot breathe brushed against his cheeks as their lips moved over one another, hungry and demanding, neither willing to give into the other in the fight for dominance. Hands roamed over their bodies, slipping under clothes pressing hard against each muscle and curve, persistently trying to get their bodies as closely together as they could. His own clothes made it very easy for her, just sliding under his open vest and green scarf, slipping her arms into the hood so she could tangled her fingers into his hair.
It was her own that was the problem. Set hard hard as a barrier between him and her soft body. But that barrier was easy to remove...
He growled against her lips, tugging sharply as the metal piece that refused to come down, much to her amusement, giggling against his lips at the sound of his frustration. She drew her hands back, keeping her body pressed against his as she slowly helped him pull it down, going slow to purposely torment him a little. He simply huffed at her teasing, wrapping an arm around her to keep her close, impatiently waiting for her to pull down.
He was ready to really feel her back.
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Now
"Jackie, I want some tea."
"I just sat down Praline, go get it yourself."
"Jackie." He started at the tone of voice, glancing over at her from where she sat huddled in a chair, glaring at him in such a way he would have been proud, if it was directed right at him. "Fine," he grumbled, getting up and stomping to the kitchen to make her tea. His girl beamed happily at the obedience, reaching over and snatching up his bowl of ice cream.
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Rage
Weak curses echoed after each crumbling body that fell from his daggers, spreading blood everywhere, splattering it over him, on the ground, and on the walls. He stalked through the hidden base alone, slashing at any and all that came to him or tried to hide. No matter what they did though, he found them and left them a gurgling mess on the ground.
Through it all he didn't notice the hot, red liquid dotted over him, or any cut or bruise he himself got as he fought another battle. All that was evident to him was the sight of her bruised, unconscious, tide up in a chair, with a bleeding cut on her cheek, arms, and legs. All because she wouldn't reveal where his hideout was.
When he came back after clearing away the rats' nest, she was up and better, her smile still a little shaky and her own form still trembling, with bandaids and wrappings over her body. Still she rushed out to meet him despite the trauma and the blood covering him, fussing over the blood all over him, demanding to know where his own cuts were. With the pound of his still angry heart, he settled and calmed in their home, letting her dab and clean every cut, ignoring how his red eyes burned furiously.
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Daw
"So what's my nickname?"
"What?"
"Well, you're my Jackie. And couples give each other nicknames. What's my nickname?"
"When did we become a couple?"
"Answer the question Jackie!"
Rolling his eyes as his face flushed, he turned away with a grumble.
"What was that?" Praline persisted. He didn't move, glaring away as he blushed even more. "Please Jack?" she pleaded, making him curse softly and he uttered a little louder.
"You're... my, my desert rose."
"Aw Jackie!" Praline gushed, reaching over and bringing him into a tight hug. "That is so sweet!"
"Shut up!"
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Lost
"I did not loose my touch Khint," Jackal growled. "I am still the king of thieves and still the king of this desert. I don't answer to anyone."
The spell fencer hummed curiously to that, sipping his water quietly.
"I'm serious."
"I did not disagree," Khint said calmly.
"Because its true," the miffed thief encouraged, more to himself than the spell fencer across from him. Only to cringe when Praline's voice called out, "Hey Jackie! Wanna to shopping at Anchiem with me?"
Jackal ignored her, glaring at his own cup and he said to himself, "No one..."
"Jack?" Praline whined, coming up next to them, glancing at Khint before peering down Kackal. "Come on." Jackal didn't move. She sighed. "Fine, I'll ask Dabio if he wants to come."
"What?!" Jackal exclaimed, jumping up as Praline left the room in search of the lower ranking thief. "You can't ask Dabio!" Jackal stressed, running after her. Stopping at the door way as he turn around, pointing to Khint. "This proves nothing," he declared, then he ran off to go after Praline. khint merely hummed at that declaration, taking another sip of his water.