Post by Kris11 on Mar 20, 2011 7:11:16 GMT 10
Title: Working Relationship
Rating: G
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur picks at Aly's false identity, and Aly plays with him
“If we are to have a working relationship, I think I need some questions answered.”
Aly only response to this latest tactic was a grin as she continued to sort the papers on her desk into neat piles. Taybur lounged in her doorway, watching her work. He didn’t mind that she didn’t tell him about her past, although he wouldn’t let go of the mystery anytime soon. His favourite part of puzzles had always been putting them together; he didn’t hoard knowledge like Topabaw had done, he just loved the act of collecting it.
“All right,” Aly said agreeably, disrupting his thoughts. She had twisted in her chair so that her elbows were resting on the back. “You can ask me one question.”
“And you’ll answer it?”
“Oh, that’s nice! Yes, of course I’ll answer it.”
Taybur grinned then, stroking his chin as he thought about the question he most wanted answered. If he asked her name, it might not tell him anything in particular, if he asked which country she was from he would have to specify born in and worked in, most likely...
“Ah, okay. Who did you work for, before you came to the Copper Isles?”
Aly smiled. “You asked me that question the first time we met.” Taybur nodded. “You guessed right that day.”
She turned back to her desk, leaving him to think about her answer.
“Wait! I guessed every country that day!”
“You should be more discriminate, then.”
“Sneak.”
Aly laughed as she turned around and took in his pout. “I am a spy.”
“I can’t work in these conditions.”
“You’ll survive.”
QC by: journeycat
Rating: G
Word Count: 268
Pairing: Aly/Taybur
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Taybur picks at Aly's false identity, and Aly plays with him
“If we are to have a working relationship, I think I need some questions answered.”
Aly only response to this latest tactic was a grin as she continued to sort the papers on her desk into neat piles. Taybur lounged in her doorway, watching her work. He didn’t mind that she didn’t tell him about her past, although he wouldn’t let go of the mystery anytime soon. His favourite part of puzzles had always been putting them together; he didn’t hoard knowledge like Topabaw had done, he just loved the act of collecting it.
“All right,” Aly said agreeably, disrupting his thoughts. She had twisted in her chair so that her elbows were resting on the back. “You can ask me one question.”
“And you’ll answer it?”
“Oh, that’s nice! Yes, of course I’ll answer it.”
Taybur grinned then, stroking his chin as he thought about the question he most wanted answered. If he asked her name, it might not tell him anything in particular, if he asked which country she was from he would have to specify born in and worked in, most likely...
“Ah, okay. Who did you work for, before you came to the Copper Isles?”
Aly smiled. “You asked me that question the first time we met.” Taybur nodded. “You guessed right that day.”
She turned back to her desk, leaving him to think about her answer.
“Wait! I guessed every country that day!”
“You should be more discriminate, then.”
“Sneak.”
Aly laughed as she turned around and took in his pout. “I am a spy.”
“I can’t work in these conditions.”
“You’ll survive.”
QC by: journeycat