Post by Seek on Mar 9, 2011 6:03:36 GMT 10
Title: A Player Trick
Rating: G
Word Count: 274 words
Pairing: Dom/Evin - Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Dom wants to learn Evin’s roll-trick.
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“Where’d you pick that trick up, anyway?” Dom asked, careful not to lie on his back. The half-healed wound throbbed, and he sighed in annoyance and turned carefully onto his stomach.
There was a guilty silence, before Evin Larse finally spoke up. “How did you know I was here?” he wanted to know.
“Wolset mentioned it,” Dom said. “Said there was a Rider hanging around the sleeping area, and would I please stop pretending to sleep and get rid of him.”
“Really?”
“Lucky guess,” Dom admitted. “Wolset’s on watch now, and Osric’s asleep. Elior…was killed. Sath, Willem and Tarren are all on burial detail so when I heard someone, I didn’t think it could be any of them. I…guessed it was you.”
Evin let it pass with a shrug. “Lucky guess indeed,” he said, moving over to sit down carefully by the figure lying on the bedroll. The movement tugged at the scar on his abdomen, and he grunted at the twinge of pain. “What trick?”
“The one with the roll,” Dom said, stifling a yawn.
“That? Oh. My folks were Players,” Evin explained. “I picked up a few tricks before I joined the Riders.” He smirked, and wondered if Dom could make out the expression on his face in the darkness. “It’s pretty easy, actually. I could teach you. If you wanted to. Good for impressing the ladies. And seducing them.”
Dom snorted. “So are you trying to seduce me by teaching me that trick?”
“Good question,” Evin grinned. “I’m not answering it. Get some rest, Domitan,” he said. “Congratulations. You just survived your first fight.”
“Dom.”
“What?”
“My friends call me Dom.”
QC by: inthefire
Rating: G
Word Count: 274 words
Pairing: Dom/Evin - Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Dom wants to learn Evin’s roll-trick.
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“Where’d you pick that trick up, anyway?” Dom asked, careful not to lie on his back. The half-healed wound throbbed, and he sighed in annoyance and turned carefully onto his stomach.
There was a guilty silence, before Evin Larse finally spoke up. “How did you know I was here?” he wanted to know.
“Wolset mentioned it,” Dom said. “Said there was a Rider hanging around the sleeping area, and would I please stop pretending to sleep and get rid of him.”
“Really?”
“Lucky guess,” Dom admitted. “Wolset’s on watch now, and Osric’s asleep. Elior…was killed. Sath, Willem and Tarren are all on burial detail so when I heard someone, I didn’t think it could be any of them. I…guessed it was you.”
Evin let it pass with a shrug. “Lucky guess indeed,” he said, moving over to sit down carefully by the figure lying on the bedroll. The movement tugged at the scar on his abdomen, and he grunted at the twinge of pain. “What trick?”
“The one with the roll,” Dom said, stifling a yawn.
“That? Oh. My folks were Players,” Evin explained. “I picked up a few tricks before I joined the Riders.” He smirked, and wondered if Dom could make out the expression on his face in the darkness. “It’s pretty easy, actually. I could teach you. If you wanted to. Good for impressing the ladies. And seducing them.”
Dom snorted. “So are you trying to seduce me by teaching me that trick?”
“Good question,” Evin grinned. “I’m not answering it. Get some rest, Domitan,” he said. “Congratulations. You just survived your first fight.”
“Dom.”
“What?”
“My friends call me Dom.”
QC by: inthefire