» [Fic] Tuhina: Grumpy With a Side of Rage

[Fic] Tuhina: Grumpy With a Side of Rage

[ Some background. Tuhina is, for the most part, pretty easy to get along with. She considers herself an intelligent and rational being who has accepted the physical consequences of her training as a warlock - her sense of balance sucks, she's infertile due to Fel and she will one day lose her sight. None of this really bothers her: the cost is worth the reward.

What does bother her are certain types of people and there's one particular person in her new-ish home that she just cannot get along with. This other woman is married to a man that Tuie views as "whipped" and "lacking in balls" and this woman is half-human (half-elf, whatever). Tuhina hates humans. Combine that with the lady's general view of the world, habit of taking things literally, etc., and we find the type of person that the lovely Warlock just cannot stand.

And when in doubt or upset about anything, there's one person Tuie can always turn to - her brother, Adelrich, an out-of-training Blood Knight who has taken a stab at Magery and found he still couldn't give a damn. So, see how these two play off each other and... yeah. Wheee! ]

Tuhina Dawngarde sat in her room at the Refuge with her brother. Much of her furniture had been moved in between the aid of him – that is, Adelrich – and her Felguard, though she had cut down on many of the heavier pieces: no huge vanity or dresser, just a side table with her bed, a chest for her clothes, a couple of plush chairs and a table. Tuhina was sitting in the chair closest to a window, grumping over her cup of coffee – a drink that she rarely touched – while Adelrich was reclined in the seat across from her. He sipped on occasion, grinning widely all the while, and the older woman glanced sidelong at him and scowled.

“You’re awfully smug,” Tuhina spat. Her little brother laughed.

“It’s simply because of the rather large bee in your proverbial bonnet,” he replied. “What’s got you so cranky?”

The Warlock snorted and lowered her cup. “It’s that damnable woman!” She exclaimed. “She drives me mad! She’s so-so self-satisfied and smug and bloody clueless and why the Nether must she be allowed to breed? She always thinks she’s right and has no sense of logic! I just – ARGH!”

All of Adelrich’s available willpower went into preventing him from bursting into more laughter and he smiled sweetly at his sister. “Have you tried to talk to her about how you feel?”

“Oh, do not even,” she replied. “Are you daft? That won’t get me anywhere. She’s an idiot, plain and simple.”

“You seem very sure,” Adelrich said. Tuhina nodded.

“Trust me. Even when I’m not being sarcastic to the woman she finds ways to force me into it. I can’t have a civil conversation with anyone while she’s around, and she just … it’s to the point where I want to toss my communication device into the nearest fire and go back to the military.”

This time, Adelrich really did snort laughter.

“You’re terrified of the undead Scourge,” he pointed out, “and you’ve had no training. What will you do if you’re confronted by a ghoul or abomination?”

Tuhina scowled some more. “Set it on fire,” she said, wiggling the fingers of her free hand. “It’s what I do.”

“Tuhina, you have a very good thing going for you. It would be foolish to leave because of one person that you find completely outside your tastes,” Adelrich told his sister, waggling his finger at her along with what he said. She continued to appear as if she had just swallowed something bitter and shook her head.

“What am I to do, then?” She asked. “The woman’s getting her stupidity all over the place, wherever I go I’m bound to trip on it.”

“Ignore her,” Adelrich replied, then sat back in his chair to sip his coffee.

The warlock huffed. “When she’s constantly asking questions or being all high-and-mighty or just talking it’s very hard to ignore her, and what do I say if she asks? ‘Oh, I think you’re a stupid bint and I want nothing to do with you’ seems counter-productive to peace and quiet within the house, don’t you think?”

The ex-Knight was still sipping at his coffee, his gaze half-lidded. Tuhina eyed him as she awaited a response, and after a few minutes he glanced to her and asked, “What?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh, you did?”

Adelrich’s slow grin was met a sharp swat upside the head by Tuhina; the younger man laughed and exclaimed, “See? It’s that simple. I was on the beach in Stranglethorn with a lovely bold roast just a few minutes ago.”

“Fine,” Tuhina replied. “Perhaps, for now, I’ll stay and act as if I do not hear her. I’ll take a page from Adelrich’s Book of Not Giving A Damn and see how that goes.”

The two siblings exchanged grins again, and the remainder of the night was spent sipping coffee and exchanging tales of adventure.

Matojo's Tome | admin | December 8, 2009 4:33 pm

1 Comment

By Jov, December 8, 2009 @ 4:44 pm

ahaha!

Oh I *LIKE* him!