thegolli:Day 9 - FriableA short little drabble for @kunstpause with Azem/Artemis******With a heavy s

thegolli:

Day 9 - Friable

A short little drabble for @kunstpause with Azem/Artemis

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With a heavy sigh, she let herself slump back onto the chaise longue, her eyes fixed on her work that was propped up on a pedestal near her. 

“I don’t know. Something is still missing,” she clicked her tongue. Languidly her fingers painted patterns into the air, smoothing lines, dragging corners, widening spaces while her eyes were narrowed in concentration. 

“It looks so… ordinary.” Once more the movement of her fingers coaxed the form of the figurine into another shape. Tiny, pointed horns formed on the figurine’s head and were drawn out and curled with a half-hearted spiraling twist of her finger. 

“It’s so mundane. Boring.” Demotivated, her hand sank back down again, accompanied by another heavy sigh. 

“I’m off my game today, I guess.” Her attention shifted from her own work towards her companion who was casually lounging on the chaise opposite hers, currently occupied with plucking grapes from their stem and relishing them. 

“You’re whiney today, that is what you are”, he retorted with a small though teasing grin curling his lush lips before another grape passed them. 

His banter elicited another sigh and an elaborate eye-rolling on her part. “And you are not very supportive today, my dear.”

“Supportive of this ordinary boring thing?” Before he could continue she grabbed one of the small pastries from the coffee table between them and threw it at him. He didn’t even bother to catch it, it just bounced off of his chest and fell to the ground, leaving a trail of friable crumbs behind on his robe. “I’m just honest, which is why you like me. Remember?” he chuckled. 

“You could at least make an effort to put me into a better mood and take my mind away from this insufferable inadequacy.” She tilted her head in silent reproach.

“Tsk, I won’t do anything until you haven’t cleaned this mess you’ve made,” he noted with a challenging arching of his eyebrow and a leisurely gesture towards the crumbs in his lap for which she was to blame. 

Her lips curled into a slight smirk. “Mhm, I see”, she said while slowly standing up and walking over towards him.

Soon the crumbs had vanished as did the robes and forgotten was the unsatisfying part of the evening…