I don't care what anyone else says. I miss Black Cat.
Title: Fairytale Kiss
Fandom: Black Cat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 312
Characters: Train, Eve and Sven
In response to:
jump100’s Prince challenge
Summary: The princess is sick.
“I didn’t think it was possible for little princess to get sick.”
Eve glared balefully at Train from under her blanket.
“What did you do?” He asked her brightly. “Eat any strange apples? Prick your finger on spindles?”
She sniffed and continued to glare.
“You know what always makes princess feel better? A kiss from prince charming.”
“I don’t find you charming.” Her voice was puffy and stiff from coughing.
Train scowled back. “Well, I think sick little princess should be asleep anyway.” A hand whapped lightly at the back of his head.
“Knock it off.” Sven grumbled. “You shouldn’t be getting sick people worked up.” He set a tray of soup and tea by Eve’s bedside. “How’re you feeling?”
She hitched the blanked up further, embarrassed to have him see her with a runny nose and rumpled hair. “Okay.”
“Are you sure?” Train leered at her. “I think you’re getting even redder.”
Sven glared. “Train…”
“Don’t worry about me.” He sang, dancing out the door. “But I still think she’d feel better with a kiss from prince charming~!”
“TRAIN!” Sven chased him half out the door and Train could be heard cackling down the hall. When he knelt by the bedside again Eve saw a faint flush across his face.
“Sven.” She said in a tiny voice. “I’m a little sleepy. Can I eat later?”
He patted her hair lightly. “Of course. I’ll be back later with your medicine, okay?”
She nodded and closed her eyes with a little sigh. Sven sat and watched her breath evening. He peered at her slumbering face, tiptoed to her door and peeked up and down the hall. Then, deeming it to be safe, he leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead.
Eve watched Sven leave through one half-opened eye. When the door closed she smiled and snuggled deeper into her bed.
Title: Fairytale Kiss
Fandom: Black Cat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 312
Characters: Train, Eve and Sven
In response to:
Summary: The princess is sick.
“I didn’t think it was possible for little princess to get sick.”
Eve glared balefully at Train from under her blanket.
“What did you do?” He asked her brightly. “Eat any strange apples? Prick your finger on spindles?”
She sniffed and continued to glare.
“You know what always makes princess feel better? A kiss from prince charming.”
“I don’t find you charming.” Her voice was puffy and stiff from coughing.
Train scowled back. “Well, I think sick little princess should be asleep anyway.” A hand whapped lightly at the back of his head.
“Knock it off.” Sven grumbled. “You shouldn’t be getting sick people worked up.” He set a tray of soup and tea by Eve’s bedside. “How’re you feeling?”
She hitched the blanked up further, embarrassed to have him see her with a runny nose and rumpled hair. “Okay.”
“Are you sure?” Train leered at her. “I think you’re getting even redder.”
Sven glared. “Train…”
“Don’t worry about me.” He sang, dancing out the door. “But I still think she’d feel better with a kiss from prince charming~!”
“TRAIN!” Sven chased him half out the door and Train could be heard cackling down the hall. When he knelt by the bedside again Eve saw a faint flush across his face.
“Sven.” She said in a tiny voice. “I’m a little sleepy. Can I eat later?”
He patted her hair lightly. “Of course. I’ll be back later with your medicine, okay?”
She nodded and closed her eyes with a little sigh. Sven sat and watched her breath evening. He peered at her slumbering face, tiptoed to her door and peeked up and down the hall. Then, deeming it to be safe, he leaned over and gave her a peck on the forehead.
Eve watched Sven leave through one half-opened eye. When the door closed she smiled and snuggled deeper into her bed.
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