100moods | apathetic | Parabellum
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Title: Apathetic
Fandom: Parabellum (original fiction)
Wordcount: 225
Pairing(s): Stelian Frost/Sparrow | Stacey Katharos
Warning(s): implied/referenced rape/noncon
Prompt(s):
100moods apathetic
"I don't care, Frost."
He looked at her blankly. "You must have some kind of opinion. It's your wedding, too."
Sparrow only managed to resist rolling her eyes thanks to the past year of practice. "And that's supposed to make me care about flowers?"
"At least tell me if you hate them."
"They're flowers, Frost. I don't hate them because I don't care about them." He kept staring at her, and from the expression on his face, it had never occurred to him before that she might not, in fact, have particularly strong opinions about floral arrangements. "Look, you're gonna ask me about a cake at some point, yeah? I have taste in food; I don't have taste in flowers or pretty white dresses or vacation spots or any of the other fancy things you're going to ask me about. Sorry."
Frowning, he closed the wedding planner in a gesture she hoped meant surrender. "Food."
"That's the extent of my opinions. Take it or leave it." She hesitated. "And beyond that, I trust your opinions."
He brightened, a tiny, satisfied smile forming on his lips. "If that's what you want. Let me know if you do have something to say, though--complaints or requests."
Sparrow reflected his smile back at him, relieved to be done with this, if only for now. "I will."
She wouldn't.
Fandom: Parabellum (original fiction)
Wordcount: 225
Pairing(s): Stelian Frost/Sparrow | Stacey Katharos
Warning(s): implied/referenced rape/noncon
Prompt(s):
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"I don't care, Frost."
He looked at her blankly. "You must have some kind of opinion. It's your wedding, too."
Sparrow only managed to resist rolling her eyes thanks to the past year of practice. "And that's supposed to make me care about flowers?"
"At least tell me if you hate them."
"They're flowers, Frost. I don't hate them because I don't care about them." He kept staring at her, and from the expression on his face, it had never occurred to him before that she might not, in fact, have particularly strong opinions about floral arrangements. "Look, you're gonna ask me about a cake at some point, yeah? I have taste in food; I don't have taste in flowers or pretty white dresses or vacation spots or any of the other fancy things you're going to ask me about. Sorry."
Frowning, he closed the wedding planner in a gesture she hoped meant surrender. "Food."
"That's the extent of my opinions. Take it or leave it." She hesitated. "And beyond that, I trust your opinions."
He brightened, a tiny, satisfied smile forming on his lips. "If that's what you want. Let me know if you do have something to say, though--complaints or requests."
Sparrow reflected his smile back at him, relieved to be done with this, if only for now. "I will."
She wouldn't.
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