Post by wordy on Jun 2, 2011 15:35:03 GMT 10
Title: I'm Making Eyes At You
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Pairing: Aniki/Raoul
Summary: Time waits for no man, and neither does Sabine.
She found him by the fountain, his head in his hands. His black curls stuck out so despondently that she just had to stop.
So she strolled over and nudged his leg with the toe of her boot. The man looked up, slightly startled, and she was pleased to see that he hadn’t been crying. She was no good with those sorts of fellows.
“What’s a cove like you doing hanging around these parts?” she asked. Her eyes had immediately been drawn to the sword belted at his waist: he was either a knight or a very brave Rat.
He seemed to be looking her over as well. She shifted a little to accentuate the strong curves of her body. And the subtly-placed knives beneath her clothes.
“I’ve come here to drown myself,” he said dryly, looking away from her.
She let her gaze run over the fountain behind him. “It’s a bit shallow,” she remarked. “And what’s the cause of this sudden desire to drown yourself in a fountain, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“A broken heart.”
So he was one of those sorts of fellows.
“She promised that she’d wait for me,” he went on quietly. “I came back for her. But she’s with someone else.”
Aniki made a sympathetic noise. “Sounds tough. Luckily, I have a cure for broken hearts.”
“And what might that be?”
“A drink at the Dove,” she said, leaning over to heft him to his feet. It was a hard task; the man was big. “In fact, I think a few drinks would be best.”
The big man frowned. “I don’t drink anymore.”
“A pity.” Then she smiled, and it was more predatory than coy. “But I’m sure we’ll find something to cheer you up.”
He found himself smiling back at her. If he couldn’t drown his broken heart in drink, then he’d gladly drown himself in the eyes of this woman. Even if it was only for the night. “Lead the way.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Pairing: Aniki/Raoul
Summary: Time waits for no man, and neither does Sabine.
She found him by the fountain, his head in his hands. His black curls stuck out so despondently that she just had to stop.
So she strolled over and nudged his leg with the toe of her boot. The man looked up, slightly startled, and she was pleased to see that he hadn’t been crying. She was no good with those sorts of fellows.
“What’s a cove like you doing hanging around these parts?” she asked. Her eyes had immediately been drawn to the sword belted at his waist: he was either a knight or a very brave Rat.
He seemed to be looking her over as well. She shifted a little to accentuate the strong curves of her body. And the subtly-placed knives beneath her clothes.
“I’ve come here to drown myself,” he said dryly, looking away from her.
She let her gaze run over the fountain behind him. “It’s a bit shallow,” she remarked. “And what’s the cause of this sudden desire to drown yourself in a fountain, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“A broken heart.”
So he was one of those sorts of fellows.
“She promised that she’d wait for me,” he went on quietly. “I came back for her. But she’s with someone else.”
Aniki made a sympathetic noise. “Sounds tough. Luckily, I have a cure for broken hearts.”
“And what might that be?”
“A drink at the Dove,” she said, leaning over to heft him to his feet. It was a hard task; the man was big. “In fact, I think a few drinks would be best.”
The big man frowned. “I don’t drink anymore.”
“A pity.” Then she smiled, and it was more predatory than coy. “But I’m sure we’ll find something to cheer you up.”
He found himself smiling back at her. If he couldn’t drown his broken heart in drink, then he’d gladly drown himself in the eyes of this woman. Even if it was only for the night. “Lead the way.”