Author’s Note: So a while back when I had my fluff fest, Liana Mir gave me the quote “he’d make an excellent throw rug” as a prompt. This is what I came up with, and it seemed like a good piece to start off the themed snippets with a Sunday Silly.
“Why is Flint on the floor?” Cress asked, giving the other man a look as he stepped around him and into Moira’s cabin. He didn’t really want to ask, but he didn’t have much of a choice. They were elementals. They did the impossible. They saw strange things daily. Flint on the floor, doing a good impression of a rug, that wasn’t so bizarre, but if the man was actually unconscious, that made a difference.
“A difference of opinion.”
“Is that all?”
Moira shrugged. “Do I need more of a reason?”
“You expect me to say no. You know me well enough to know I’d say yes.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. He’s there because he makes an excellent throw rug.”
“Got tired of knocking him into walls, did you?”
“It was time for a bit of variety.”
Cress snorted. “And they wonder why we never dated.”