Morning Banter: FFM #4 2025
Jul. 4th, 2025 07:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rainstardragonToday's flash fiction is set in my Dragon Shaman book continuity. It has been a long time since I've given Ryu and BlowingWind some attention. Posted also to my Patreon, Deviant art, Livejournal, and Tumblr.
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Hands covered her eyes as she reached in the drawer for a fresh shirt. She sighed deeply. “Really? Before I’ve had coffee Ryu?” BlowingWind stomped on where she expected his foot to be. Volcano dragon kami or not, he knew better by now.
She missed. Ryu danced his foot out of the way and kissed the back of her neck before stepping back. BlowingWind whirled around to glare at him blearily through half-focused blue orbs. Considering her severe bed head that made her currently unbraided hair look even more fiery than usual, her rumpled pajamas, and the slight weave as she attempted to stay standing… she wasn’t very intimidating. Yet. It was hard not to tease his multicultural shamaness though.
“You’re adorable when you’re angry. Can’t help it.” He put on the smile that sometimes worked on her.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared harder. This morning his dark hair and eyes did nothing to soften her. More coffee than her norm might be called for already if this was how the day was starting. “Do you WANT your bacon when I get to making breakfast?”
“Um. Yes. I do so look forward to when it’s your turn to cook...” He said. He may have been in his human guise but he could feel his whiskers curling at her unspoken threat. “Preferably without a frying pan meeting my head. How about I make you your coffee. You seem… to need it a little more than usual.”
“You think? It’s your fault too.”
“You didn’t complain last night...”
She threw the shirt at him. It unfurled just right to explode all over his face. Ryu wisely retired to the kitchen. He could wait a little longer. Perhaps he did miscalculate slightly. Her dragon blood may have been mere traces but she definitely still had a fitting temper without human juice.
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Hands covered her eyes as she reached in the drawer for a fresh shirt. She sighed deeply. “Really? Before I’ve had coffee Ryu?” BlowingWind stomped on where she expected his foot to be. Volcano dragon kami or not, he knew better by now.
She missed. Ryu danced his foot out of the way and kissed the back of her neck before stepping back. BlowingWind whirled around to glare at him blearily through half-focused blue orbs. Considering her severe bed head that made her currently unbraided hair look even more fiery than usual, her rumpled pajamas, and the slight weave as she attempted to stay standing… she wasn’t very intimidating. Yet. It was hard not to tease his multicultural shamaness though.
“You’re adorable when you’re angry. Can’t help it.” He put on the smile that sometimes worked on her.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared harder. This morning his dark hair and eyes did nothing to soften her. More coffee than her norm might be called for already if this was how the day was starting. “Do you WANT your bacon when I get to making breakfast?”
“Um. Yes. I do so look forward to when it’s your turn to cook...” He said. He may have been in his human guise but he could feel his whiskers curling at her unspoken threat. “Preferably without a frying pan meeting my head. How about I make you your coffee. You seem… to need it a little more than usual.”
“You think? It’s your fault too.”
“You didn’t complain last night...”
She threw the shirt at him. It unfurled just right to explode all over his face. Ryu wisely retired to the kitchen. He could wait a little longer. Perhaps he did miscalculate slightly. Her dragon blood may have been mere traces but she definitely still had a fitting temper without human juice.