Post by wordy on Jun 21, 2012 13:10:44 GMT 10
Title: A Moonlit Meeting
Rating: G
Prompt: #70 Secret Passageways
Summary: "Everyone knows there are tunnels running under the university, Crane. Everyone."
A/N: Prompted by the fact that there actually are tunnels underneath my university, according to rumour and legend.
"I cannot just conjure light, Niva," hissed Crane, glancing around and attempting to keep his voice down. "You have really been paying no attention in our classes at all, have you."
Niva bristled--very aware that that last had not even been a question--but held her tongue. She needed to concentrate, and her fingers were already losing their feeling after digging in the cold earth for so long.
After a silent moment's work, something flared brightly behind her. She looked around and saw a soft yellow glow caught in Crane's cupped hands. He was glaring at her, pale eyebrows swooping low. It was difficult not to snort; Crane's facial expressions often had that effect on her.
"So, what did you use then?" she asked, returning to her digging. "Seeds? A bulb?"
"The latter."
This time she did snort. "You carry bulbs around with you?"
"And you never have any plant-life on your person, I suppose."
Again, not even a question. He really was irritating. Niva sat back on her heels and sighed; her hands ached, her back too. "This is taking too long."
"I should think so, since there's nothing here to find."
"Everyone knows there are tunnels running under the university, Crane. Everyone. Even what's-his-face with the beard mentioned it that one time."
His expression turned odd. "How do you even know that? I thought you were asleep that afternoon."
Niva rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're an academic genius and I'm not; I get it." She flapped a hand at him. "If you're going to stand there and be condescending, you might as well get down here and help."
Crane muttered to himself, but knelt gingerly on the ground beside her in any case; she watched impatiently as he set the soft-glowing bulb beside them and rolled up his shirt-sleeves.
"Ready?" she asked, pointedly.
He looked down his nose at her. "I hardly think digging up a random garden bed will reveal a network of underground tunnels, but by all means, continue."
Scowling, Niva flexed her cold fingers and went back to digging. After a moment, Crane joined her, his long fingers pale in the night-darkened earth.
A/N: After posting, I spotted a typo where I had accidentally replaced "shirt-sleeves" with "short-sleeves", and had to have a giggle about that mental picture for a second...
Rating: G
Prompt: #70 Secret Passageways
Summary: "Everyone knows there are tunnels running under the university, Crane. Everyone."
A/N: Prompted by the fact that there actually are tunnels underneath my university, according to rumour and legend.
"I cannot just conjure light, Niva," hissed Crane, glancing around and attempting to keep his voice down. "You have really been paying no attention in our classes at all, have you."
Niva bristled--very aware that that last had not even been a question--but held her tongue. She needed to concentrate, and her fingers were already losing their feeling after digging in the cold earth for so long.
After a silent moment's work, something flared brightly behind her. She looked around and saw a soft yellow glow caught in Crane's cupped hands. He was glaring at her, pale eyebrows swooping low. It was difficult not to snort; Crane's facial expressions often had that effect on her.
"So, what did you use then?" she asked, returning to her digging. "Seeds? A bulb?"
"The latter."
This time she did snort. "You carry bulbs around with you?"
"And you never have any plant-life on your person, I suppose."
Again, not even a question. He really was irritating. Niva sat back on her heels and sighed; her hands ached, her back too. "This is taking too long."
"I should think so, since there's nothing here to find."
"Everyone knows there are tunnels running under the university, Crane. Everyone. Even what's-his-face with the beard mentioned it that one time."
His expression turned odd. "How do you even know that? I thought you were asleep that afternoon."
Niva rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're an academic genius and I'm not; I get it." She flapped a hand at him. "If you're going to stand there and be condescending, you might as well get down here and help."
Crane muttered to himself, but knelt gingerly on the ground beside her in any case; she watched impatiently as he set the soft-glowing bulb beside them and rolled up his shirt-sleeves.
"Ready?" she asked, pointedly.
He looked down his nose at her. "I hardly think digging up a random garden bed will reveal a network of underground tunnels, but by all means, continue."
Scowling, Niva flexed her cold fingers and went back to digging. After a moment, Crane joined her, his long fingers pale in the night-darkened earth.
A/N: After posting, I spotted a typo where I had accidentally replaced "shirt-sleeves" with "short-sleeves", and had to have a giggle about that mental picture for a second...
