This year is going to be very busy, okay? I've got all my GCSEs, I'm doing my French A-level this year, grade 8 piano and history after school as well as working at my riding school Saturdays and church meetings, and band practices etc. so I won't be updating a lot. I should be able to write quite a lot in science coursework lessons, because I finish the coursework way before everyone else, but that will mostly be one-shot type stuff, so Huntress III won't have many updates. This probably won't be updated much either.
I don't own Night World.
Idea
"Ice cream," Jez said, one hand on her hip.
Morgead didn't look up from the piece of card he was ripping up. Why he was doing that, she had no idea. He didn't respond, apart from an indistinguishable grunt. She frowned. "Morgead," she said slowly, in the tone that meant that she had to be listened to. Otherwise she'd do something... drastic.
He looked up carefully.
"Ice cream." She said distinctly. He frowned.
"I heard you the first time."
"So why didn't you answer?"
"I didn't think it was worth me answering."
"If I could choose between you and ice cream–"
"Yeah, I know. You'd choose the ice cream."
"Exactly."
"You're getting predictable."
Jez's mouth dropped open in shock, and felt the all-too-familiar anger rush through her. "I am not getting predictable, Morgy," she spat out at him. "But anyway, you should try it," she said.
Morgead gave usual sigh. "Try what?"
"Ice cream."
His gaze was incredulous. "Ice cream?" she nodded. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"It's worth trying."
His emerald eyes were wide. "Okay. Maybe you're not completely predictable yet."
"Good. Try some ice cream, would you?"
"No," he said, turning back to the card.
"No?" Jez was confused. He rarely said no to her for anything. That was the only reason she'd put up with him for almost a whole year; he could be a complete push-over sometimes. And besides, she actually wanted to share this with him. An urge like that happened so rarely.
She sighed and walked on her knees up to him, and crouched down next to him. He stopped ripping the card and frowned at her. "It's worth it," she insisted, watching him carefully. His eyes softened slightly, but not enough.
"No," he repeated.
"Why do you have to be such an idiot all the time?" she shouted suddenly. He jumped. "I'm actually trying to do something nice, but you just..." she made a sound of pure frustration and covered her eyes with her hands.
She could feel Morgead's shock next to her. He was quiet for a moment.
"I'm not going to give in," he said uncertainly.
She lifted her head from her hands to glare at him. "Oh, I know you won't. Because you have no idea when someone is trying to be genuinely nice to you. You probably don't have any feelings anyway. You're a robot, aren't you?" She knocked her fist hard against his forehead, ignoring when he growled at her and scratched her hand to get her away.
"Shut up... Jezebel."
She gave a swift gasp. She hated that name with a passion, which was why she specifically had not told Morgead. "What did you call me?" he hissed.
He smiled at her. "Jezebel. I know your real name, Jez. You really thought you could hide it from me?"
"Shut up, Morgy."
"No." His smile became increasingly evil. "Jezebel."
She screeched wordlessly at him and launched herself at his throat. He shouted something about a crazy harpy and hit back, attempting to fend her off. At some point, after a lot of scrapping and a few superficial wounds which were already closing up. Jez found herself pressed against the floor with Morgead's weight on her.
"Let me up," she growled, struggling furiously.
"You'll just attack me again, Jezebel. I'm not an idiot."
"I don't care if you're an idiot or not. Just let me up!"
He got off her, allowing her to sit up, though he kept her wrist in an uncomfortable position.
"Just try the damn ice cream, Morgead," she said exasperatedly.
"If it means that much to your twisted mind... fine."
Jez smiled. The world was back as it should be.