"Stop sulking, Fletcher, and help me with this." Valkyrie is scowling at the blond who is looking mournfully into the middle distance.
"I cannot, Valkyrie, for I am burdened impossibly by this most horrific of happenings. I am forever scarred, my peace forever marred. The specter of this incident shall rest upon my shoulders for the rest of all eternity." He blinks away tears that threaten at his eyes. "This is forever a blotch on my mental state, which is otherwise as clean and pure as a lily, or some equivalent flower. Now? I shall become like Caelan. I will wear only black and live in shadows and stalk people because I feel utterly worthless. And stuff."
"I hate to have to point this out," says Valkyrie crisply as she cuts an apple into very small pieces, "But you're stronger than this. You have fought Gods, Fletcher. Gods. You should really be above sinking into deep depression over the state of your hair."
The stare he casts her is baleful. "Well," he says darkly, "I am not. So there, Valkyrie. What are you going to do about it?"
In response, she throws a handful of flour at him. He disappears.
A/N: I had to touch raw meat today as part of preparing my lunch. Seriously considering vegetarianism now.
~Mademise Morte, December 8