one last little drabble
Aug. 13th, 2005 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrI'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.
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.
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Date: 2005-08-14 03:36 pm (UTC)I love when Cyan flexes his muscles! Love it! He doesn't do it enough! Einn has to learn that he's only in charge because Cyan prefers him in charge! (hee, hee, hee!)