Post by Seek on Apr 22, 2011 22:17:39 GMT 10
Title: Crooked
Rating: G
Word Count: 259
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: A kind of sequel to Lie. Mattes isn’t sure what to think. Or how to own up to the truth.
-
Here’s what I’m supposed to believe. My partner’s gone crooked.
Gregor said it first. I’ve never known him to lie. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll catch him at it. I’m thinking it’s something else. It’s his job. He’s one of my Birdies, and he knows what depends on him giving me the right information.
I don’t ask about who he used to be. He’s too familiar with the baton, but he’s almost definitely with the Rogue now. One of their rushers, maybe. I think Gregor does something else. Man like him, nondescript, softspoken and good at gathering information, he’s probably someone’s eyes and ears.
Right now, he’s mine. I smile affably; pure Matthias Tunstall, crooked grin, charming smile, nothing-can-get-to-me-Mattes. I can crack jokes with the best of them, slouch as if I don’t believe anything could ever get past to me, to the real Mattes.
Can this?
Gregor says my partner’s gone crooked. Clary’s crooked. She used to be a loose Dog. I heard that from Tallis. You’d be surprised how fast word spreads around in the kennels. Crooked is something else. Crooked is the kind of word that goes with a Dog you can’t trust, a partner who can’t watch your back. A partner whom you’re best keeping close within range of a nap tap.
“Loosen up,” Gregor says, with surprise. I find my body is tensed, my fingers clenching and clenching inwards. I’m slipping. I don’t usually show this. Clary. Clary. Crooked. Clary. Crooked.
I don’t know if I can believe it. I don’t know if I can’t.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: G
Word Count: 259
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 2/B
Summary: A kind of sequel to Lie. Mattes isn’t sure what to think. Or how to own up to the truth.
-
Here’s what I’m supposed to believe. My partner’s gone crooked.
Gregor said it first. I’ve never known him to lie. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll catch him at it. I’m thinking it’s something else. It’s his job. He’s one of my Birdies, and he knows what depends on him giving me the right information.
I don’t ask about who he used to be. He’s too familiar with the baton, but he’s almost definitely with the Rogue now. One of their rushers, maybe. I think Gregor does something else. Man like him, nondescript, softspoken and good at gathering information, he’s probably someone’s eyes and ears.
Right now, he’s mine. I smile affably; pure Matthias Tunstall, crooked grin, charming smile, nothing-can-get-to-me-Mattes. I can crack jokes with the best of them, slouch as if I don’t believe anything could ever get past to me, to the real Mattes.
Can this?
Gregor says my partner’s gone crooked. Clary’s crooked. She used to be a loose Dog. I heard that from Tallis. You’d be surprised how fast word spreads around in the kennels. Crooked is something else. Crooked is the kind of word that goes with a Dog you can’t trust, a partner who can’t watch your back. A partner whom you’re best keeping close within range of a nap tap.
“Loosen up,” Gregor says, with surprise. I find my body is tensed, my fingers clenching and clenching inwards. I’m slipping. I don’t usually show this. Clary. Clary. Crooked. Clary. Crooked.
I don’t know if I can believe it. I don’t know if I can’t.
QC: by Cassandra