Post by wordy on Aug 9, 2012 13:03:55 GMT 10
Title: Northern skies
Rating: PG
Team: PD/SS
Prompt: northern skies
Word count: 312
Summary: When good Dogs go bad.
“You’re sure?” Aniki can’t help but ask, in between grabbing her things, the room a mess. His boots are leaving bloody prints on the floorboards and she can’t imagine a time when she thought him innocent. Dangerous, yes, but never this.
Ersken wipes the short sword on the bedsheet, a trail of red in its path. It doesn’t matter: the bedding stays. They only have enough time to take what they need. Beka’s a sharp one, and even if she felt conflicted, the Dogs would be sniffing at their door sooner or later.
“I wouldn’t have killed them if I wasn’t sure. And I can’t stay.” Not now, says the regretful twist of his mouth. Even with blood on his hands, there’s still a lovely look to him; she understands, now, why Kora held on for so long.
“Scanra, then,” she says. He nods, and Aniki casts a last look around, thoughts scattered. They’ll piece it together eventually. There’s no choice but to run. Even Rosto would understand that.
Hefting her bag over her shoulder, they head to the door, but before Ersken can open it she pulls him to her, mouth sealing his. She only has one hand free, but she makes the most of it, feels the strong muscles moving under the warm skin of his back; he kisses her with intensity, desperately, palm tight around her jaw.
They only have a second to breathe; both of them have hard-learned fight or flight instincts, and with the law on their trail it seems that fleeing is all that’s left. His face is soft again, and he says, “In the north, in Scanra, Kora said there were lights in the sky. Like nothing you can even imagine.”
“I’ll show them to you,” Aniki promises, then kisses him again, swiftly.
They leave the door ajar and a trail of blood behind them.
A/N: Aniki and Ersken run away together? YES PLEASE.
Rating: PG
Team: PD/SS
Prompt: northern skies
Word count: 312
Summary: When good Dogs go bad.
“You’re sure?” Aniki can’t help but ask, in between grabbing her things, the room a mess. His boots are leaving bloody prints on the floorboards and she can’t imagine a time when she thought him innocent. Dangerous, yes, but never this.
Ersken wipes the short sword on the bedsheet, a trail of red in its path. It doesn’t matter: the bedding stays. They only have enough time to take what they need. Beka’s a sharp one, and even if she felt conflicted, the Dogs would be sniffing at their door sooner or later.
“I wouldn’t have killed them if I wasn’t sure. And I can’t stay.” Not now, says the regretful twist of his mouth. Even with blood on his hands, there’s still a lovely look to him; she understands, now, why Kora held on for so long.
“Scanra, then,” she says. He nods, and Aniki casts a last look around, thoughts scattered. They’ll piece it together eventually. There’s no choice but to run. Even Rosto would understand that.
Hefting her bag over her shoulder, they head to the door, but before Ersken can open it she pulls him to her, mouth sealing his. She only has one hand free, but she makes the most of it, feels the strong muscles moving under the warm skin of his back; he kisses her with intensity, desperately, palm tight around her jaw.
They only have a second to breathe; both of them have hard-learned fight or flight instincts, and with the law on their trail it seems that fleeing is all that’s left. His face is soft again, and he says, “In the north, in Scanra, Kora said there were lights in the sky. Like nothing you can even imagine.”
“I’ll show them to you,” Aniki promises, then kisses him again, swiftly.
They leave the door ajar and a trail of blood behind them.
A/N: Aniki and Ersken run away together? YES PLEASE.