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anythingdrabbleTitle: Honing the Blade
"You've been honing your blade a lot more than usual lately."
"Oh, does it show?" Sharpe fluttered in mid-air, vibrating slightly, "Am I cutting smoother? Do I look shiny? I oiled myself too, can you tell?"
"I have no idea how to judge, sorry," Cthulhu shrugged, "But your whetstone makes a noise even worse than Ember snoring. It's driving me more insane than my nightly Necronomicon worship session."
"I do apologise but I am preparing for an important ritual. I must be not only a strong, sharp blade but also precise, able to leave the tiniest mark..."
"Oh, cool, you're assassinating someone? Can I help?"
"N-not quite, Cthulhu..." the Elder God swore he saw Sharpe blush furiously down his blade's edge, "I've got to cut a cake. It's for my evil twin's wedding."
"You should get Ember to help you. You're more accurate wielded by him."
Sharpe's tone sounded outraged, "Cthulhu! You don't know what you're saying! I haven't even told my brother how Ember and I feel about each other yet, we can't do that in public!"
Cthulhu shrugged. He wasn't supposed to be the party counsellor anyway and he didn't know how giant, floating, talking swords even worked.
Fandom: Cthulhu Saves the World
Characters/pairings: Cthulhu & Sharpe, Sharpe/Ember
Word count: 200
Rating: PG-13/Slash
Tags: mildly suggestive imagery, humour, randomly rolled fandom
Summary: Sharpe prepares for a ceremony.
"You've been honing your blade a lot more than usual lately."
"Oh, does it show?" Sharpe fluttered in mid-air, vibrating slightly, "Am I cutting smoother? Do I look shiny? I oiled myself too, can you tell?"
"I have no idea how to judge, sorry," Cthulhu shrugged, "But your whetstone makes a noise even worse than Ember snoring. It's driving me more insane than my nightly Necronomicon worship session."
"I do apologise but I am preparing for an important ritual. I must be not only a strong, sharp blade but also precise, able to leave the tiniest mark..."
"Oh, cool, you're assassinating someone? Can I help?"
"N-not quite, Cthulhu..." the Elder God swore he saw Sharpe blush furiously down his blade's edge, "I've got to cut a cake. It's for my evil twin's wedding."
"You should get Ember to help you. You're more accurate wielded by him."
Sharpe's tone sounded outraged, "Cthulhu! You don't know what you're saying! I haven't even told my brother how Ember and I feel about each other yet, we can't do that in public!"
Cthulhu shrugged. He wasn't supposed to be the party counsellor anyway and he didn't know how giant, floating, talking swords even worked.
