So atalantapendrag encouraged me to post all of my Teatime ficlets and drabbles over here.
It's... a lot of ficlets and drabbles. Be warned.
Title: Conflict Resolution Pairing: Teatime/Carcer Requested by: tmoh Note: I wanted to do more with this, but it just kind of... stopped. Hopefully I'll revisit it at a later date and actually DO something with it. Teatime and Carcer were having an argument.
Or, rather, Carcer was yelling about... something or other, whilst Teatime stood by the window and considered his latest homework assignment. Carcer's temper tantrums were really a fairly regular thing, and Teatime had come to look at them in the same way as he looked at weapons maintenance - only irritating if you didn't realise what lovely opportunity it was to let your mind wander onto other things.
He wasn't sure if he ought to be thinking of completing his homework, anyway. He always finished first, but the teachers only saw fit to reward him with copying out silly things like, "Harming young children is extremely impolite" and "Small animals are not wall decorations." Perhaps he'd think of one of his personal projects.
Carcer kicked the room's sole chest of drawers, took a deep breath, and turned back to Teatime. "So that don't seem too unreasonable, does it, Johnny-boy? You'll lay off in future?"
"Oh, certainly," Teatime replied smoothly, wondering whether he ought to be wondering what Carcer was talking about. "Especially now I know how much it distresses you."
"Right, then." Carcer's face returned to its customary grin, and he extended one arm towards Teatime. "C'mere and make it up to me."
This was the part that Teatime liked - and part of the reason that Carcer was Carcer, and not 'Mister Dun'. Carcer was his friend, who kissed him and sometimes took him along while he worked, which Teatime technically wasn't supposed to do but really, when you thought about it, Carcer always bought them both dinner with the money found on or made from his victims, and that was basically getting paid, wasn't it, and besides it really did help with his schoolwork, getting some practical experience in stabbing techniques and such. So he took Carcer's hand and let the man pull him into a kiss.