Nico (vilakins) wrote,

I couldn't resist...

...I had to play with the Valentine's Day Drabble-matic (even though I thought a drabble had to be 100 words long). This one's quite cool though, because if you press your browser 'back' button and play again with the same words, you get a different story, or, if the same one, the words are redistributed.

I chose Vila and Kerril, because I write both their LJs (vila_restal and kerrill), and they were in fact reunited in the B7 RPG at b7_rpg on this thread yesterday which was Valentine's Day in my timezone.

Here's the first one I got, and the best of the rest.

Slowly Tripping

Vila tripped along cleverly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Kerril, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a Tarsian warg-strangler hopping along, carrying a lockpick in its mouth.

Vila was almost by the lake when he came across a hairy cake, lying alone on a brown plate. "That must be a treat from my soft bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked lambent, so he ate it.

It gave him the most dextrous tingling sensation in his face. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Kerril.

When Kerril came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Vila cried lovingly.

"Your hand! And your cheek!" Kerril said. "They're charming! Can't you feel it?"

Vila felt his hand and his cheek. They were indeed quite charming. "Oh, no!" Vila said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that hairy cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Kerril said. "I got you a crystal. It must have been that funny man who lives nearby. He acts a little wittily, ever since he tickled a probe."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Vila sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Kerril said bitingly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your hand is really delicate like that."

"Really?" Vila dried her tears. Vila kissed Kerril and it was an entirely delicious sensation, like a lightning bolt or in other words, a strategic retreat.

They spent the night having entirely delicious sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.

To Lovingly Tickle

Vila and Kerril were celebrating a hairy Valentine's Day together. Vila had cooked a delicious dinner and they ate by the lake by candlelight.

"My darling," Kerril said, stroking Vila's face, "I have something for you." She gave a box to Vila. "It is but a charming token of my lambent love."

Vila opened the box. Inside was a dextrous lockpick! He gazed at it slowly. Then he gazed at Kerril slowly. "It's delicate," Vila said. "Come here and let me tickle you."

Just then, a soft crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like a lightning bolt or in other words, a strategic retreat. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a brown voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Kerril read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other cleverly as the crone cackled some more. Vila's hand began to tremble. Then Kerril shrugged, pulled out a crystal, and hit the crone on her cheek. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Vila said and kissed Kerril bitingly. "This is a funny Valentine's Day!"

They wittily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they tickled each other all night long.

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