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Teaser: a love story told in blips

Author's Notes: here! Drabbles from the Delta theme. Longer than I wanted them to be but… whatever. Gotta go! Mustn't miss the damn plane.


Delta Theme (26 & 42)

o026 Light

"I'm hungry," Zihark had said.

Because she's usually only concerned with such things like apples, beef jerky, and stew she assumes that he meant he was hungry for food. She assumes that he merely wants her to help him secret a late-night snack.

She's wrong of course.

And she finds that out as soon as they are away from the eye-sight of Ike's camp. He slides her against a tree trunk, the woods so thick around them that the moonlight cannot penetrate it, and slants his mouth across hers.

Ilyana has never been a fan of the darkness but she finds that that is the last thing in her thoughts. Zihark's hands and what they're doing to her legs are at the forthright of her mind and she's suddenly unbearably hungry too.

Nibble. Nibble. Bite. She handles Zihark's lips like she would handle a new piece food. Tentative nips and then sinking in for the long haul. Zihark's knee goes between her legs as his tongue skims her bottom lip, lapping her up like milk. Ilyana's fingers tunnel into his light blue hair as she locked her legs around his waist.

Zihark says something against her mouth, some foreign-tongue term of endearment that has the butterflies shooting up and down Ilyana's body and she presses herself into him, trying to make as little noise as possible. She doesn't want to disturb the whole camp.

They lower themselves onto the moss floor and Ilyana's glad that she wears so short a skirt. It won't take long for Zihark's to lift it aside and—

"Lady Ilyana? Are you alright?" someone calls. "I saw you wandering off."

The light bursts at the corner of her eye just as Zihark starts to lift her miniskirt higher on her thigh, sliding his big hand along her skinny leg.

It's Rhys and his eyes are huge in his face, no doubt embarrassed to have caught Ilyana and Zihark in such a compromising position. Priests are not usually witnesses or participants in such heated trysts.

Nonchalantly, Zihark reaches for the sword at his side, sending Ilyana one heated look that has her hungry all over again and has the butterflies pulling overtime inside her stomach.

He slides the sword from its sheath.

Then, to Rhys, he says, "Because you're the cleric, I'll give you a head start."

o042. Strange

Shinon's back and everyone is happy. There is a celebration.

Okay, that's a lie. No one really cares for Shinon, with the exception of possibly Gatrie, Ike, and Rolf. Possibly. And the celebration? That's just Shinon drinking himself to a stupor.

Just like the old days.

But, of course, it's not exactly like the old days. Shinon isn't so oblivious as to not notice the fact that the Greil Mercenaries seems to have doubled in size since his departure.

He's been introduced to all them, of course. And Callil loves to gossip so he gets what Ike won't say.

Something's bothering him, though. Other than Ike being the leader, that is.

That always bothers him.

No. Tonight it's something else.

And he says so to the only person who's willing to listen. That's Largo. And only because Largo is about as drunk as Shinon is. Which is a feat to accomplish.

"So that sword guy?" Shinon slurs over to Largo as they slush a bottle of vodka between them.

"Zihark," Largo supplies, pushing the bottle upward into his mouth, more liquor dribbling down his cheeks than actually making it into his throat.

"Argh!" Shinon cries indignantly, yanking the bottle away from him. "Watch it, ya idiot. 'Suppose ta drink that! …where was I?"

"So-thin 'bout Zihark, I think."

"Oh. Right. Him." With another greedy gulp, Shinon motions to the light blue-haired swordmaster. "It's just the strangest thing."

From Largo's sluggish eyes it appears that Zihark is sitting not too far away from Ilyana. And—must be the firelight—it looks like Ilyana is blushing. In fact, Zihark looks about ready to gulp the tiny mage down faster than Shinon and Largo are with their alcohol.

Now that is a feat.

"Oh…" With a drunk sigh, Largo heaves himself onto Shinon's bony shoulders. "Whatdaya know?"

As he collapses under the sheer weight of Largo's bulky body, Shinon looks back at Zihark thoughtfully.

"I thought he was supposed to have this hard-on for laguz?"


notes: I love Shinon. He's such an ass. XD Well, I'm off to Florida for a week. I'll post the next set of drabbles when I get back!

reviews

Maxmagnus20019: thank you! I try.

drunkdragon: oh, I know that feeling. I need to just write my plot-bunnies down and go back to them only after I've finished my current projects.

Story Weaver1: I really just can't pick a genre and stay with it. But I do love romance. In fact, I usually require whatever I read to have some romance. Except maybe the Eargon trilogy.

Crazymark: I'm glad you're enjoying it. Zihark/Ilyana is such an underappreciated relationship. They need more love. That's why I'm writing drabbles and not just calling it quits with the sentences.