15 Minute Ficlet
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dolevalanWord 102.
Title: Portrait
Fandom: Original (except one reference to White Day, which is from Ravenloft)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: White Day is not mine, and I do not claim to own it. (I could have cut it, but why?)
The word was "missing."
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Something wasn’t quite right. Without question, slightly off. Gabrielle tilted her head to the side and studied the painting before her. Then, without warning, she snapped her fingers.
“I’ve got it. That man,” she pointed, “is missing a leg.”
The artist did a slight double take, then flushed. “So…so he is…my lady...excuse me.” He frantically grabbed his brush and began to correct the group portrait, as if trying to overtake some past time when he made such a blatant error.
She grinned as she walked back over to her lieutenant. “Poor man is going to give himself an attack if he doesn’t calm down.”
Daniel chuckled a little. “Probably, milady. So…if I may ask, why a portrait?”
“No particular reason.” She grinned and ran a hand back through her thick hair.
He made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and arched a brow. “Which means a practical joke.”
“Ah, silly Montvert. Nothing of the sort.” She began walking away. “Call it a White Day present.”
Joining her, he laughed. “For me, milady?”
Her pixie-like features twinkled with mischief. “No, dear one. For the bishop.”
A splatter of brown paint suddenly came flying over the canvas. It caught Daniel across the shoulder and Gabrielle across the face, making a clean diagonal. “Sorry!” The painter frantically called, hiding behind his work in the most literal sense. Gabrielle reached a hand up to wipe the paint away.
A hand stopped hers. “Don’t.” Daniel looked extremely amused. “It suits you, Fox.”
She sighed. “Well, I suppose it will just have to become the fashion now.”
He grinned. “I’m sure it will.”
Title: Portrait
Fandom: Original (except one reference to White Day, which is from Ravenloft)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: White Day is not mine, and I do not claim to own it. (I could have cut it, but why?)
The word was "missing."
--
Something wasn’t quite right. Without question, slightly off. Gabrielle tilted her head to the side and studied the painting before her. Then, without warning, she snapped her fingers.
“I’ve got it. That man,” she pointed, “is missing a leg.”
The artist did a slight double take, then flushed. “So…so he is…my lady...excuse me.” He frantically grabbed his brush and began to correct the group portrait, as if trying to overtake some past time when he made such a blatant error.
She grinned as she walked back over to her lieutenant. “Poor man is going to give himself an attack if he doesn’t calm down.”
Daniel chuckled a little. “Probably, milady. So…if I may ask, why a portrait?”
“No particular reason.” She grinned and ran a hand back through her thick hair.
He made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and arched a brow. “Which means a practical joke.”
“Ah, silly Montvert. Nothing of the sort.” She began walking away. “Call it a White Day present.”
Joining her, he laughed. “For me, milady?”
Her pixie-like features twinkled with mischief. “No, dear one. For the bishop.”
A splatter of brown paint suddenly came flying over the canvas. It caught Daniel across the shoulder and Gabrielle across the face, making a clean diagonal. “Sorry!” The painter frantically called, hiding behind his work in the most literal sense. Gabrielle reached a hand up to wipe the paint away.
A hand stopped hers. “Don’t.” Daniel looked extremely amused. “It suits you, Fox.”
She sighed. “Well, I suppose it will just have to become the fashion now.”
He grinned. “I’m sure it will.”
