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I'm going to go curl up in bed, because focus is simply not coming to me. I did write a teensy bit more of Midsummer, but not as much as I'd hoped -_-;; I can't wait 'til my days off to write - look at what happned last time (yes, I know - started something new again. shush)!



Handcuffs

Einn eyed his lover warily, never quite certain if he should be impressed, horrified, or somewhere else.

Impressed because Cyan was a very good soldier – guard, whatever. Rehabber. He’d yet to meet a foe that intimidated the man or one with which Cyan couldn’t deal. Whatever rigmarole they put men through to work on Rehab, it worked well. If Cyan wasn’t familiar with a species, he was familiar with enough that he could improvise quite well.And the relish with which he took down and secured the men they were ordered to locate and haul in was…interesting. He definitely had a knack for it.

Horrified because should anyone be that gleeful about launching a high kick, pinning a man to the ground and locking metal bands around his wrists? Cyan was normally fairly mellow, given to sitting around and reading. He only got excited on three occasions. Einn was rather annoyed he was in competition with fighting Lark and cuffing prisoners. “The way you grin when you do that,” he said sourly. “It’s a wonder you don’t put handcuffs on me.”

Cyan dropped the prisoner he’d been picking up off the ground. He blinked at Einn, and stared a moment. Then his eyes took on a gleam that made Einn wish he'd kept his mouth shut.

Date: 2005-08-14 11:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com
^__^

Me? Naughty? Next to you? Pshaw. I am driven snow.

I'm used to Cyan and Einn, I can sleep with them chattering.

Date: 2005-08-14 11:32 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] chris-king-2005.livejournal.com
Oh, gawd...tell me how you do that!

I swear, sometimes it sounds like a bar fight...Tin Man and Rafe, Will and Mordecai, Alex Morgan and his as yet unnamed honey, Alex's big brother Colin Morgan and Julian St. James (a friend of Colin Montgomery's...Sam's husband) Jordie and Michael...and Boots Taylor, running amok at Good Vibrations...can't you just see it? Then there's Tristan and Ceallach (an AU sort of medieval sword fic, complete with warlords and matriarchal societies) and then my favourite sweeties of all, the folks on the island of Landsend...

And none of them will shut up! They all want me to write their stories now, and somebody keeps feeding the smut bunnies. *pouts*

Date: 2005-08-14 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maderr.livejournal.com

Like I said - I'm used to them. The ones I'm used to are kind of leaning against the wall laughing at all the others. The others won't shut up at all -_- It's like you're in the middle of a crowded room and every last person in it wants to talk to you RIGHT NOW NO EXCEPTIONS and they can't be bothered to take tickets and line up nicely.

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