Post by pandora on Sept 4, 2011 14:34:36 GMT 10
Title: Double Standards
Rating: PG
Word Count: 360
Card: Summer
Bingo: Sun, Discussions, Summer, Friends, Riding
Summary: Dom and Lerant are riding in the summer sun and having a discussion about being friends.
“So Neal’s taking it a bit hard,” Dom explained, turning in his saddle to better address Lerant. “I’m sure he’ll get over it soon enough, though. I think he just feels the need to be all hurt and indignant.”
“And why exactly do you feel the need to tell me all this?” Lerant enquired with his usual sneer.
“Because you’re my friend,” Dom informed the younger man. “And being friends involves you listening to me rattle on about my family and the stupid things they do. It also means you have to at least pretend to care. I find smiling and nodding works well, it shows your interest you see –“
“Dom, I am well aware of how friends interact,” he stated, carefully ignoring Dom’s theatrically surprised expression. “What I want to know is where you got the impression that you and I are friends?”
“Oh, we’ve been friends for some time now,” Dom assured his scowling companion. “You should really pay more attention. And stop glaring at me. You’re actually quite lucky, I make an excellent friend.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend,” Lerant muttered, turning to face the road ahead, squinting against the glaring sunlight.
“Don’t be stupid,” Dom said, laughing. “You want to be my friend. I’ve just made your day.”
Lerant cringed and cursed his stupidity for agreeing to go riding with this lunatic. “Made my day worse you mean. Not that it seems possible. Why is it so cursed hot?!” he demanded of the sky.
“Almost makes you miss the Scanran border,” Dom mused, with a wink and a smile.
Lerant chuckled, not entirely impervious to the sergeant’s charm. “Almost,” he agreed.
“Or at least the Scanran summer,” Dom continued, pulling his horse a little closer to the other man’s. “Not so much the northern winter.”
“You talk far too much,” Lerant said, trying to resume his glare and resist the urge to smile.
“Perhaps you don’t talk enough.”
“You’re an idiot,” the standard bearer countered.
Dom chose to remain silent, putting an end to the temporary insanity, and allowing them to both enjoy the rest summer’s day ride in relative peace.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 360
Card: Summer
Bingo: Sun, Discussions, Summer, Friends, Riding
Summary: Dom and Lerant are riding in the summer sun and having a discussion about being friends.
“So Neal’s taking it a bit hard,” Dom explained, turning in his saddle to better address Lerant. “I’m sure he’ll get over it soon enough, though. I think he just feels the need to be all hurt and indignant.”
“And why exactly do you feel the need to tell me all this?” Lerant enquired with his usual sneer.
“Because you’re my friend,” Dom informed the younger man. “And being friends involves you listening to me rattle on about my family and the stupid things they do. It also means you have to at least pretend to care. I find smiling and nodding works well, it shows your interest you see –“
“Dom, I am well aware of how friends interact,” he stated, carefully ignoring Dom’s theatrically surprised expression. “What I want to know is where you got the impression that you and I are friends?”
“Oh, we’ve been friends for some time now,” Dom assured his scowling companion. “You should really pay more attention. And stop glaring at me. You’re actually quite lucky, I make an excellent friend.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend,” Lerant muttered, turning to face the road ahead, squinting against the glaring sunlight.
“Don’t be stupid,” Dom said, laughing. “You want to be my friend. I’ve just made your day.”
Lerant cringed and cursed his stupidity for agreeing to go riding with this lunatic. “Made my day worse you mean. Not that it seems possible. Why is it so cursed hot?!” he demanded of the sky.
“Almost makes you miss the Scanran border,” Dom mused, with a wink and a smile.
Lerant chuckled, not entirely impervious to the sergeant’s charm. “Almost,” he agreed.
“Or at least the Scanran summer,” Dom continued, pulling his horse a little closer to the other man’s. “Not so much the northern winter.”
“You talk far too much,” Lerant said, trying to resume his glare and resist the urge to smile.
“Perhaps you don’t talk enough.”
“You’re an idiot,” the standard bearer countered.
Dom chose to remain silent, putting an end to the temporary insanity, and allowing them to both enjoy the rest summer’s day ride in relative peace.