Flash Battle - Valentine's Fey: 6: 246 words

PROMPT 6: Love can be personal, or a performance! Draw or write about your character auditioning for a dating show. Do they wear something particularly eye catching? Strike a pose? Have a few lines on hand to pull out to impress potential dates?

Using 1 x 3D glasses to double AP.

 

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This was stupid, but whatever.

 

Caspian never understood the obsession around love - maybe because he had been without it for so long. Grief had made a whole where his heart had been so long ago.

 

He listened to the first person of the line babble. Answering questions. Sounding cheesy and, quite frankly, disgusting. The undertone in their voice was horrid - and it felt like Caspian was the only one that could even hear it.

 

The next one wasn't much better, but at least they didn't sound as slimy as the other guy.

 

The shifter looked around him. The studio was nothing out of the ordinary. Whimsically magical, maybe, but nothing he hadn't seen before.

 

"AAAAND CONTESTANT NUMBER FIVE!"

 

Caspian froze as the spotlight halted right at him. He knew, from the way his body stiffened, that he probably looked like a glittery deer in the headlights of a truck. He got no word out of his mouth.

 

"Contestant number five, please."

 

Why was he here again? He wasn't that desperate. Did someone sedate him? Plop him in the studio just because? He had very much enough to do with the aftermath of his breakup with that damned dragon.

 

"Contestant... number five?"

Caspian hopped off the tall stool - that was average-sized for his long legs. He marched to the nearest exit as quickly as he could, repeating nope under his breath the whole way. He wasn't going to play this game, whatever it was. Absolutely no way.