Post by Seek on Mar 9, 2011 6:46:43 GMT 10
Title: Bath
Rating: G
Word Count: 449 words
Pairing: Dom/Evin - Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Bath: where Dom makes a mistake the next morning, when trying to get a bath.
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Dom was roused, for the second consecutive time, out of pleasant and much-needed slumber. Immediately, he swore. His back was protesting. Somewhere in the middle of his sleep, he had rolled back onto his back and his scar was making its displeasure known. It felt as if the cold mud was starting to seep into his sodden clothing and as he carefully set up, aches and pains made themselves known everywhere.
He stared blearily and balefully at whoever who was responsible. It wasn’t Wolset. It wasn’t Sath. It took Dom a minute or so to place the face, and the first thing he blurted out was, “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”
Evin raised an eyebrow. “Pleased to see me, I presume,” he said dryly.
“I mean, shouldn’t you be with the other Riders?”
Evin shrugged, a smooth, easy motion. “They’re mostly done,” he pointed out, “And my lord and Commander Buri took several squads with them to sweep for entrenched spidrens. As the wounded in action, we stay here and, evidently, sleep in the mud. And you missed breakfast. So I saved you a roll.”
This time, he produced it out of Dom’s bedroll. “Sleeping with food, are we?”
“Not particularly seductive, if you ask me.”
“But very impressive, or so I’m told,” Evin retorted, with a smile. “C’mon. Get that inside you, and then go get a bath. There’s a stream nearby.” His shirt and breeches were fairly clean, and he was now clear of grime, which suggested he had already availed himself of it.
Dom made short work of the turnover – this time, it was dried fruit, and then stood up, carefully. It felt like there was a gnawing hole where his stomach had been, and he thought ruefully that more food would be good, but after he’d gotten clean.
He got his necessities, and then Evin showed him to the stream and Dom pulled off his grimy shirt and then entered the water. “Mithros!” Dom swore, all but howling as he leapt back out of the stream. “Mithros’s spear,” he gasped, when Evin turned, sword drawn, and then Dom stumbled backwards to avoid him and crashed into the water again. He swore again as the cold bit into him. “No, it’s not an immortal. It’s just…Mithros, Evin, why didn’t you mention the water is so cursed cold?”
Evin eyed him for a long moment and said, “Dom. You’re not supposed to jump into the stream at this time of the year. You’re either very brave or…” he lifted his hands in a shrug.
“I think,” Dom gasped, hurrying through the business of getting a bath since he was already completely soaked, “We’ll stick with very brave.”
QC by: jazzyjess
Rating: G
Word Count: 449 words
Pairing: Dom/Evin - Team Underpants
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Bath: where Dom makes a mistake the next morning, when trying to get a bath.
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Dom was roused, for the second consecutive time, out of pleasant and much-needed slumber. Immediately, he swore. His back was protesting. Somewhere in the middle of his sleep, he had rolled back onto his back and his scar was making its displeasure known. It felt as if the cold mud was starting to seep into his sodden clothing and as he carefully set up, aches and pains made themselves known everywhere.
He stared blearily and balefully at whoever who was responsible. It wasn’t Wolset. It wasn’t Sath. It took Dom a minute or so to place the face, and the first thing he blurted out was, “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”
Evin raised an eyebrow. “Pleased to see me, I presume,” he said dryly.
“I mean, shouldn’t you be with the other Riders?”
Evin shrugged, a smooth, easy motion. “They’re mostly done,” he pointed out, “And my lord and Commander Buri took several squads with them to sweep for entrenched spidrens. As the wounded in action, we stay here and, evidently, sleep in the mud. And you missed breakfast. So I saved you a roll.”
This time, he produced it out of Dom’s bedroll. “Sleeping with food, are we?”
“Not particularly seductive, if you ask me.”
“But very impressive, or so I’m told,” Evin retorted, with a smile. “C’mon. Get that inside you, and then go get a bath. There’s a stream nearby.” His shirt and breeches were fairly clean, and he was now clear of grime, which suggested he had already availed himself of it.
Dom made short work of the turnover – this time, it was dried fruit, and then stood up, carefully. It felt like there was a gnawing hole where his stomach had been, and he thought ruefully that more food would be good, but after he’d gotten clean.
He got his necessities, and then Evin showed him to the stream and Dom pulled off his grimy shirt and then entered the water. “Mithros!” Dom swore, all but howling as he leapt back out of the stream. “Mithros’s spear,” he gasped, when Evin turned, sword drawn, and then Dom stumbled backwards to avoid him and crashed into the water again. He swore again as the cold bit into him. “No, it’s not an immortal. It’s just…Mithros, Evin, why didn’t you mention the water is so cursed cold?”
Evin eyed him for a long moment and said, “Dom. You’re not supposed to jump into the stream at this time of the year. You’re either very brave or…” he lifted his hands in a shrug.
“I think,” Dom gasped, hurrying through the business of getting a bath since he was already completely soaked, “We’ll stick with very brave.”
QC by: jazzyjess