DABB: Corvus outis (art masterpost)
Title: Corvus outis
Author: glitterfics
Artist: cassiopeia7
Rating: (PG for art only)
Warnings: Implied gun violence and Manticore-style torture.
Summary: Alec left Seattle after the stand-off at Terminal City to start a new life. Five years later and he's become "The Raven"; a sought after assasin-for-hire. Life's pretty good until he gets hired for a new job - one which sends him flying back to Seattle to save an old friend and lands him in the middle of a plot against the Transgenics.
Author's Notes: Oh, thank heaven I'm such a bird nerd and massive fan of all things Corvus, as that's the reason that glitterfics' awesome Latinated title immediately grabbed my attention. After snatching the claim, I discovered that both fic and author were just as cool and intelligent as that title. "Corvus outis" is a wonderful examination of Alec's post-"Freak Nation" existence, with a bit of analysis thrown in as to exactly what it is that makes Alec McDowell tick. Come on, who could resist THAT?
glitterfics, you awesome chick, you!! It was a privilege and a pleasure working with you. I had an absolute ball working on this project, and hope that we get to do this again someday. To my fantabulously awesome, crazy-talented art beta maichan, thank you for keeping me out of artistic trouble and for teaching me so incredibly much about drawing. Massive thanks to our fabulous mods, brihana25 and denyce . . . you guys were fantastic!
Finally, I offer my most sincere apologies to any weaponry enthusiasts. This was my first attempt at gun-drawing and those things are hard. :)
Erm . . . please, please read the fic first! Art contains spoilers.
On the roof of a building two streets away, Alec quickly and calmly dismantled his rifle, placing it into a deliberately tattered backpack. Then he headed to the stairwell leaving behind no trace that anyone was ever on that roof.
“Damn it, we needed you here!”
“No, you didn’t,” Alec said softly and Logan looked at him in surprise.
“Terminal City…”
“…was going to be fine. The team that Max put in place were great, I knew that they’d knock TC into shape,” Alec told him. “There was no one chasing us anymore, public opinion turned after what White and the Familiars did, the blockade came down. The rest was . . . politics; never really my strong point.”
The righteous anger drained out of Logan as he slumped into the chair opposite, looking at Alec in confusion as if he wanted to stay mad at him but didn’t really have a good reason why.
“Five years, Alec! What the hell? You were supposed to stay in touch!”
“I did!” Alec defended himself.
“Christmas cards to Joshua with no information beyond a ridiculous fake name and a ‘use the mistletoe well, big guy’ does not count as staying in touch, 'Dick Biggly'!”
His heart was in his throat as he leaned down over Logan, placing his hands on either side of the wheelchair. He paused for a moment, his eyes drawn to Logan’s mouth as the other man reflexively wet his lips and then Alec smiled before he closed those remaining inches.
“I’m going to kill you,” Alec promised.
“No, you won’t,” Penn replied. “You’ll kill for me, you’re too good at your job for me not to keep you as my pet assassin, but you’ll be far too loyal to actually kill me. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy every second of it, I made sure that Pine put that in the programme. As I said, I like you, Raven; I want you to have fun while you’re working for me…and under me.”