Post by Strapless on Jun 11, 2009 9:58:15 GMT 10
Title: Page 73
Summary: Evin and Miri gain literary inspiration.
Rating: PG13
AN: This was in my untitled-fic-to-be-finished pile until I discovered, in fact, that it was both titled and finished.
Miri looked up from her paperwork and flexed her back in a deeply satisfying spine-cracking stretch. Rubbing eyes that ached from reading acquisition lists, one of her miraculously still working pupils landed on Evin. The Rider Commander was still at his desk, but the paperwork lay abandoned, the man himself reclining with his feet propped up on the desktop.
“What are you doing?” Miri asked sharply, appalled that she was left slaving away at her papers while he took a respite.
Evin jumped at her voice. He laid a finger to mark his spot in the book she now saw, the cover obscured where it lay propped between his knees.
“I got bored.”
Miri just looked at him, one eyebrow raised. The silent expression was enough to express her disapproval.
“Let’s do something,” Evin suggested, snapping the book shut with a burst of energy.
Miri shuffled her papers pointedly. “Like what?”
“I was thinking page seventy three.” The book was suddenly flipped in her direction.
She caught it before it went sailing over her head and righted it to the cover. Love and Duty. The flimsy leather sported an equally cheap, overly dramatized etching of a woman swooning off of a horse into the arms of a man. Or maybe it was the other way around. Everyone had been depicted with ridiculously long flowing hair, even the horse.
“You’re reading this?” she asked disbelievingly as she started to thumb through the pages. “I can’t believe you actually—oh.”
Miri scanned the page with a carefully blank expression. She was pretty sure Evin was smirking behind his desk. Having read enough, she shut the book with a resigned sigh and looked up. It was Evin’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What’d you think?” he asked, clearly trying to hold a serious expression.
The book dropped to the floor, left in Miri’s haste.
Summary: Evin and Miri gain literary inspiration.
Rating: PG13
AN: This was in my untitled-fic-to-be-finished pile until I discovered, in fact, that it was both titled and finished.
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Miri looked up from her paperwork and flexed her back in a deeply satisfying spine-cracking stretch. Rubbing eyes that ached from reading acquisition lists, one of her miraculously still working pupils landed on Evin. The Rider Commander was still at his desk, but the paperwork lay abandoned, the man himself reclining with his feet propped up on the desktop.
“What are you doing?” Miri asked sharply, appalled that she was left slaving away at her papers while he took a respite.
Evin jumped at her voice. He laid a finger to mark his spot in the book she now saw, the cover obscured where it lay propped between his knees.
“I got bored.”
Miri just looked at him, one eyebrow raised. The silent expression was enough to express her disapproval.
“Let’s do something,” Evin suggested, snapping the book shut with a burst of energy.
Miri shuffled her papers pointedly. “Like what?”
“I was thinking page seventy three.” The book was suddenly flipped in her direction.
She caught it before it went sailing over her head and righted it to the cover. Love and Duty. The flimsy leather sported an equally cheap, overly dramatized etching of a woman swooning off of a horse into the arms of a man. Or maybe it was the other way around. Everyone had been depicted with ridiculously long flowing hair, even the horse.
“You’re reading this?” she asked disbelievingly as she started to thumb through the pages. “I can’t believe you actually—oh.”
Miri scanned the page with a carefully blank expression. She was pretty sure Evin was smirking behind his desk. Having read enough, she shut the book with a resigned sigh and looked up. It was Evin’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What’d you think?” he asked, clearly trying to hold a serious expression.
The book dropped to the floor, left in Miri’s haste.
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