"So...what else are you good at?", Leverage/X-men, Eliot/RemyentropynchaosMay 25 2009, 10:47:14 UTC
Remy's a good fighter - anyone who can bring down the Wolverine to the floor during training once in a while can call themselves 'good' - he's got his agility and his flexibility on top of all the training he get from his years on the streets and in the Thieves Guild to thank for that, not to mentions his years as one of the X-men. But it's not his art; being a thief is his art, the thing he could live and breathe and die for, if he had to. It's the adrenaline rush, the knowledge that he has to be better than the alarm systems, the security guards - better than every protocol put in place and designed precisely so men like him don't get all those sparkly little treasures hidden away.
But Eliot's different - he's a decent thief and one hell of a retrieval specialist (Remy's heard the stories. Most of them are pretty unbelievable, but he believes), but he turns fighting into a work of art.
Remy dispatches his two guys and leans against the bar, watches Eliot go up against the rest. He'd intervene if he thought it was necessary, but...there's a fierce grin on Eliot's face and he's laughing as he brings the men down - again and again, almost playing with them, and Remy grins as well and reaches behind the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey.
He shares it with Eliot afterwards when they're sauntering away from the (wrecked, damaged, totally not their fault because they didn't start it) bar, both of them drinking directly from the bottle and Remy doesn't need his empathic talents to read Eliot's need. Man's still high on the adrenaline and the fight, and now he's starting to want...
"So...y'gonna tell me what else y'good at?"
Eliot takes the bottle and raises it to his mouth, eyes on Remy's the whole while, and he licks his lips when he lowers the bottle.
But Eliot's different - he's a decent thief and one hell of a retrieval specialist (Remy's heard the stories. Most of them are pretty unbelievable, but he believes), but he turns fighting into a work of art.
Remy dispatches his two guys and leans against the bar, watches Eliot go up against the rest. He'd intervene if he thought it was necessary, but...there's a fierce grin on Eliot's face and he's laughing as he brings the men down - again and again, almost playing with them, and Remy grins as well and reaches behind the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey.
He shares it with Eliot afterwards when they're sauntering away from the (wrecked, damaged, totally not their fault because they didn't start it) bar, both of them drinking directly from the bottle and Remy doesn't need his empathic talents to read Eliot's need. Man's still high on the adrenaline and the fight, and now he's starting to want...
"So...y'gonna tell me what else y'good at?"
Eliot takes the bottle and raises it to his mouth, eyes on Remy's the whole while, and he licks his lips when he lowers the bottle.
"Oh, I'm good at all sorts of things."
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Thank you!!
Oh, and totally not their fault. *snickers*
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