Z/N: It's back! This chapter idea was created by Rhea Hiryuu. Yes, THE Rhea! -
As usual, I only own Kyrie.
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"MALCHIOR!" Rorek shouted.
"What?" The dragon asked innocently.
"You
know EXACTLY what I'm talking about!" Rorek fumed. "Stop
it!"
Raven sighed, attempting to finish her own work apart
from them.
"Stop what? Oh, you mean stop making you look like the incompetent wizard you really are?" Malchior grinned sardonically. He turned back to his own carving.
The other Titans had gone Trick-Or-Treating. Robin hadn't seemed especially happy, complaining that they needed to keep an extra watch tonight, but at his other three teammates' insistance, he had grudgingly went along. Raven had bid them farewell only fifteen minutes ago, and Robin had taken a communicator, a sure sign they'd be gone for a while. So she freed Rorek and Malchior from their semi-imprisonment, yearning for at least a little companionship of intellect. Now the three of them were engaged in none other than a pumpkin carving contest. Raven slowly and methodically chipped at a delicate small patch.
"I
SWEAR DRAGON, I WILL-"
"Rorek!" Raven shouted just
loud enough to be heard. His own shouting had caused her to miss her
mark and gash out a whole section of Robin's eye. It wasn't the first
time it had happened. The Boy Wonder was beginning to look like he
had been run over. She sighed, annoyed at their childish bickering,
and set forth to right the strange slash, incorporating it somehow
into the final scene.
"It's so easy Rorek. All you have to do is use the knife as an extension of your body."
Rorek glared down at his own tools. Malchior had gone through several butcher knives, testing each one as though he were in a duel. Finally selecting one he presumably liked, he had begun to hack. Rorek, however, immediately chose the smaller, more delicate plastic tools Raven had brought out from the actual kit.
"I don't have pointy claws growing out from my hands." He sulked, beginning to wish the orange...whatever it was, was strong enough to poke Malchior with.
"Pity."
The dragon responded, angling his head and setting to work once more.
Rorek snuck a glance. Malchior had chosen, not surprisingly,
Raven to etch into the pumpkin. However, this portrait was full of
life and energy, probably the way he had been creating it made it
seem so...scary.
Rorek shuddered and turned around, intent upon outcarving Malchior. His own test subject was Kyrie. He was immensely proud of himself for asking her to be his, and even more so when she accepted, filling him in that now they were doing what was called 'dating'.
"Dating...We are dating..." Rorek murmured, trying the word out.
Malchior looked back, an amused smile on his face. "Really? Well she'll probably be old and decrepit by the time you finish her carving. You'll have to do it all over again."
Rorek seethed. He glanced around for something to entertain himself at throwing. All of the items in the main room were too big. The couch, the stereo, the table, that machine on the floor looked too expensive...sighing, he returned to his work.
After a few more minutes of complete silence, Raven became worried. She quickly finished a strand and gave her etching a once over of approval before turning to see what damage had been done.
Malchior and Rorek were each holding their respective pumpkins, glaring at each other. The raw magic sparking around the room made her shudder involuntarily.
"What IS it?" She hissed, trying to abate a conflict.
"He says his pumpkin is better than mine." Malchior growled.
"And he claims that thing is better than my work of art." Rorek shot back.
Raven rolled her eyes. "Stop it. They're both lovely."
"Of course you would say that, you are the focus of his picture."
"I
like them both equally." Raven replied in monotone, hoping for a
distraction.
She got one. The doorbell to the Titans Tower rang,
and all battle beginnings froze.
"I'll go see who it is." Raven whispered, unsure. If it was an enemy, she hoped that they would at least pull themselves together enough tofight on the same side. Although, she doubted it. What enemy would be stupid enough to walk up and ring their doorbell?
A woman in white, only slightly older than raven, smiled at her. "I've come to see Rorek."
Raven blinked. The sheer white offset with hints of black was overwhelming. Even her hair was, well, silvery white. "Should have guessed." Raven murmured. She turned her head. "Rorek! Kyrie's here!"
Immediately, shufflings and bangs were heard from the main hall. Rorek arrived, slighly disheveled. Raven sighed, and wandered off to make sure Malchior didn't get bored alone and burn something.
"Hello. I wasn't expecting to see you." Rorek smiled, running a hand through his hair.
Kyrie nodded. "I know." She held out a pumpkin to him. "I made it, and decided it should be yours."
"I made one too, you should have it." Rorek replied, swapping pumpkins with her.
Kyrie smiled delightedly. "Oh, it's beautiful!"
"It's not all that good, it was rather rushed..."
"It's beautiful because you made it." Kyrie replied, leaning forward to kiss him. "I'll see you later, alright?"
"Y-Yes,
good night."
"Hsave a wonderful evening." Kyrie
waved, levitating and finally teleporting away again.
Rorek,
still stunned, slowly made his way back to the main living room.
Malchior and Raven turned, curious.
"I gave her my pumpkin."
Raven blinked at the non-sequitor statement.
"Well, that means you don't have a pumpkin to enter! Dear Raven had just decided to judge them."
Rorek snapped out of his daze. "I do too! Here, she gave me hers!"
He turned it around, meeting gasps. At their expressions, Rorek realized that he had no idea what was etched into it. He set it on the counter and walked around it to get a view.
Malchior's dragon form dominated the top of the pumpkin, gleaming predatorial eyes downset on the land below. Rorek himself was in the middle, gazing up with a look of satisfied knowledge.
"Kyrie wins." Raven managed.
"How can she win? She's not even here!" Malchior shouted.
"She wins." Raven repeated, tearing her eyes forcefully away from the diorama.
"She cheated and used magic." Malchior hissed.
"That wasn't-in the-rules..." Rorek came to, realizing he could have also done the same. "Damn."
"I
want to meet this Kyrie." Malchior decided. "She
seems...very interesting."
"Well she obviously knows
you guys from 'The Great Battle'. Don't you remember her?"
Raven's voice died down as she really took a good look at her
pumpkin. "Ugh."
The others followed her gaze. "Robin? Why Robin?"
"He seemed...simple to etch."
A moment's silence as they contemplated the truth of that assesment.
"He looks like he was run over and turned into a pirate." Malchior broke the silence.
"...yeah...Let's um, get rid of this. When he gets back, I'll have a lot of explaining to do. He'll think I secretly want to kill him or something."
"You don't?" Rorek grinned. "It certainly looks like it."
Raven ignored him. "Malchior? If you'd do the honors?"
"Yes! I get to smash something!"
Rorek sighed, walking well away from the carnage that was about to take place. He gazed into Kyrie's pumpkin. "I guess there are different kinds of wins.."
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Okay, um.
Well, this turned out ...different, but I hope you guys still liked it! More romance and less poke-fun-at-romance, but it's about time there was some Rormance in here. ...Yeah.
Next Time, unless anyone has any ideas:
Rorek and Kyrie go on a date! Malchior and Raven spy on them!
I will soon be setting up an area in Romanticide exclusively for Malchior Files ideas anyone may have. I'll probably do all of them, as long as they aren't too crazy.
