fall another moment - Dairine/Artemis
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odette_riverTitle: Fall another moment
Fandom: Artemis Fowl/Young Wizards
Pairing: Dairine/Artemis
Prompt: The Beginning
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Summary: He is not royalty; she is actually his age.
Note: This pairing came up in a meme that I haven't actually posted, and it made so much sense. Written for the challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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They meet in China, of all places. Dairine is there on an exchange program—terran, this time—and Artemis is following up on some sketchy rumors about dragons’ eyes. He hasn’t seen Holly in three years, but he doesn’t like to connect that to his quest for the dragon’s eye for the simple fact that they’re not connected. At all.
Looking up from a bowl of noodles, he sees a girl with a shock of red hair and blinks, surprised to find a Westerner this far from a major city. She is just as surprised to seem him, and before long she has a bowl of noodles to match his.
They speak in Mandarin.
She goes back with him to his hotel, knowing her roommate will crow about it later. She doesn’t care. She hasn’t been this engaged since— Well, since Roshaun. No one else is smart or stubborn enough to argue with her.
Artemis thinks that she looks nothing like Holly. As she walks next to him down a street, jumping out of the way of a boy on a bicycle, she looks like sunshine and fire and hydrogen. Holly is the earth, even if she calls him the Mud Man.
They eat mangoes imported from further south while they sit on his bed. The hotel, Dairine thinks, is no hotel at all, but really a cluster of cabins that pass as a hotel. She likes it, if only because she can tell that Artemis hates it.
“Why are you here?” she asks him.
He says something about research that is mostly a lie. She lets him.
They don’t intend to do anything except talk, but she keeps looking at him out of the corners of her eyes without meaning to and he forgets what he was going to say about the economy, or global warming, or waterfalls. He is not royalty; she is actually his age.
The kiss can almost be written off as an accident. One or both of them can list the neurons that are firing, the primitive biological processes that are driving this.
“I’m sorry,” he says, not looking at her. He’s switched to English.
She’s shaking her head, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “I guess I should go…”
“Yeah…”
But he calls her the next day.
“I’m in the middle of class,” she hisses in Mandarin.
He apologizes and hangs up.
She isn’t sure if she’s supposed to call him back. She doesn’t want to look like she’s chasing him around China, or anything. But there is the matter of her pen that she could very well have lost in his hotel room. She calls him because she wants her pen back.
Fandom: Artemis Fowl/Young Wizards
Pairing: Dairine/Artemis
Prompt: The Beginning
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
Summary: He is not royalty; she is actually his age.
Note: This pairing came up in a meme that I haven't actually posted, and it made so much sense. Written for the challenge at
thousandtablesThey meet in China, of all places. Dairine is there on an exchange program—terran, this time—and Artemis is following up on some sketchy rumors about dragons’ eyes. He hasn’t seen Holly in three years, but he doesn’t like to connect that to his quest for the dragon’s eye for the simple fact that they’re not connected. At all.
Looking up from a bowl of noodles, he sees a girl with a shock of red hair and blinks, surprised to find a Westerner this far from a major city. She is just as surprised to seem him, and before long she has a bowl of noodles to match his.
They speak in Mandarin.
She goes back with him to his hotel, knowing her roommate will crow about it later. She doesn’t care. She hasn’t been this engaged since— Well, since Roshaun. No one else is smart or stubborn enough to argue with her.
Artemis thinks that she looks nothing like Holly. As she walks next to him down a street, jumping out of the way of a boy on a bicycle, she looks like sunshine and fire and hydrogen. Holly is the earth, even if she calls him the Mud Man.
They eat mangoes imported from further south while they sit on his bed. The hotel, Dairine thinks, is no hotel at all, but really a cluster of cabins that pass as a hotel. She likes it, if only because she can tell that Artemis hates it.
“Why are you here?” she asks him.
He says something about research that is mostly a lie. She lets him.
They don’t intend to do anything except talk, but she keeps looking at him out of the corners of her eyes without meaning to and he forgets what he was going to say about the economy, or global warming, or waterfalls. He is not royalty; she is actually his age.
The kiss can almost be written off as an accident. One or both of them can list the neurons that are firing, the primitive biological processes that are driving this.
“I’m sorry,” he says, not looking at her. He’s switched to English.
She’s shaking her head, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “I guess I should go…”
“Yeah…”
But he calls her the next day.
“I’m in the middle of class,” she hisses in Mandarin.
He apologizes and hangs up.
She isn’t sure if she’s supposed to call him back. She doesn’t want to look like she’s chasing him around China, or anything. But there is the matter of her pen that she could very well have lost in his hotel room. She calls him because she wants her pen back.
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Date: 2008-11-01 04:45 am (UTC)