The Still of the Night
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dorksidefikerTitle: The Still of the Night
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/36. Still
Character/Pairing: Lucian, Mirah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 314
Summary: In which Lucian and Mirah both make very good points.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
There was a stillness in the air as Mirah Guthrie pulled back to the start position, sweat cooling on her skin in the early morning breeze. The fireflies danced and twinkled around her like so many little green stars. One came too close, and she snatched it out of the air, releasing it a moment later.
“Not letter perfect form,” Lucian Beaubier noted in a bored tone. “But it’s not as if you’re looking to compete.”
“You’re an asshole, and no one asked you,” Mirah snapped. “What do you want?”
Lucian’s lip twisted up sardonically. “Your loving sister sent me to tell you, and I quote, ‘I’m sorry for being an asshole and interrupting your fight’. Even if they were twice your size and there were six of them.”
Mirah settled in to a less defensive stance, her expression relaxing just a bit. “That it?” she asked, her tone still frosty.
“You’re like a Chihuahua, you know that?” Lucian asked. “You go charging up to Great Danes, yipping and nipping. You’re going to get swallowed whole one of these days.” He shook his head. “You’re only human.”
Compared to other members of his family, Lucian was not spectacularly fast. And since he wasn’t paying any attention to his sister-in-law, he never saw the blow to the knees coming, and he was on his back before he could process what was going on. Mirah’s fingers hovered just above Lucian’s eyes. “I may be only human,” she hissed, “but I’m good. And you are still squishy in places. Most people are.” She stood up, looking down at her brother-in-law. “I don’t need powers.”
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dorksidefikerFandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/36. Still
Character/Pairing: Lucian, Mirah
Rating: PG
Word Count: 314
Summary: In which Lucian and Mirah both make very good points.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
There was a stillness in the air as Mirah Guthrie pulled back to the start position, sweat cooling on her skin in the early morning breeze. The fireflies danced and twinkled around her like so many little green stars. One came too close, and she snatched it out of the air, releasing it a moment later.
“Not letter perfect form,” Lucian Beaubier noted in a bored tone. “But it’s not as if you’re looking to compete.”
“You’re an asshole, and no one asked you,” Mirah snapped. “What do you want?”
Lucian’s lip twisted up sardonically. “Your loving sister sent me to tell you, and I quote, ‘I’m sorry for being an asshole and interrupting your fight’. Even if they were twice your size and there were six of them.”
Mirah settled in to a less defensive stance, her expression relaxing just a bit. “That it?” she asked, her tone still frosty.
“You’re like a Chihuahua, you know that?” Lucian asked. “You go charging up to Great Danes, yipping and nipping. You’re going to get swallowed whole one of these days.” He shook his head. “You’re only human.”
Compared to other members of his family, Lucian was not spectacularly fast. And since he wasn’t paying any attention to his sister-in-law, he never saw the blow to the knees coming, and he was on his back before he could process what was going on. Mirah’s fingers hovered just above Lucian’s eyes. “I may be only human,” she hissed, “but I’m good. And you are still squishy in places. Most people are.” She stood up, looking down at her brother-in-law. “I don’t need powers.”