FIC: Present Possessive, Future Tense: 2
Title: Present Possessive, Future Tense
Fandom: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo/Tintin
Genre: Drama, Mystery
Pairing: N/A
Rating: R
Summary: Lisbeth needs the help of a retired Belgian reporter to solve a crime from more than sixty years ago. And yes, I realize that it's a very odd crossover.
Warnings: Violence, murder, thousands of thundering typhoons, Lisbeth Salander
2
The old man was alone in his apartment. He had been alone for a very long time. He had a dog, once. And friends. He had even had enemies.
They were all dead now.
Brussels was experiencing the first snow of winter. Despite the cold air that leaked din through the windowsill that didn’t completely close, it was warm in the apartment. The old man’s sweater was blue, and his socks were argyle. He wore plus-fours in an outdated style, and his hair had once been a vibrant gingery orange.
He sat in his favorite armchair, eyes closed and glasses dangling from one hand. A book lay on his lap. The sounds of an engine broke through the cushions of snow and he turned his head to look out the window.
Someone on a motorcycle was coming down the street.
Fandom: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo/Tintin
Genre: Drama, Mystery
Pairing: N/A
Rating: R
Summary: Lisbeth needs the help of a retired Belgian reporter to solve a crime from more than sixty years ago. And yes, I realize that it's a very odd crossover.
Warnings: Violence, murder, thousands of thundering typhoons, Lisbeth Salander
2
The old man was alone in his apartment. He had been alone for a very long time. He had a dog, once. And friends. He had even had enemies.
They were all dead now.
Brussels was experiencing the first snow of winter. Despite the cold air that leaked din through the windowsill that didn’t completely close, it was warm in the apartment. The old man’s sweater was blue, and his socks were argyle. He wore plus-fours in an outdated style, and his hair had once been a vibrant gingery orange.
He sat in his favorite armchair, eyes closed and glasses dangling from one hand. A book lay on his lap. The sounds of an engine broke through the cushions of snow and he turned his head to look out the window.
Someone on a motorcycle was coming down the street.