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Hi again!
This has been stuck in my head for months, inspired by jelazakazone's asexual intimacy prompts. I finally got it out! I wrote something guys! A very un-beta'd something, there are some places where the grammar has me biting my nails nervously. Oh dear.
Underworld (2003)
Selene, Nathaniel
G
Selene ran her fingers along the barrel of the disassembled USP-9 in front of her, assuring herself that the surrounding parts would move freely and without damage when the gun was put back together. Her eyes flicked up from the workbench towards the nearby door shortly before Nathaniel appeared in it. They had been assigned together for several years now, and the pattern of his footfalls had become as recognisable to her as the sound of his voice.
The other vampire paused when he saw her sitting at the bench, meeting her eyes squarely. The gun was his. While the Death Dealers theoretically had an endless supply of weapons, they each liked to maintain their own, selecting new ones themselves and making sure they adhered to their individual standards. A pause hung between the pair, as she waited to be sure that she hadn't overstepped. Nathaniel only nodded before continuing on past the armory.
Selene had walked in on him performing a similar duty the previous week. There were few others she would have let leave without broken fingers after such trespass. She, too, had merely walked away and left him to his task.
And so she found herself returning the favour. It is not so much to save the other time, as it is to reaffirm the mutual trust that cements her and her partners together. They put their lives in each others hands as much in these small acts as they do in the heat of battle.
Selene likes that, when she cares to dwell on it; which she doesn't.
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I am so excited for season 5!
This entry was originally posted at http://dorkathus.dreamwidth.org/5835.html.
This has been stuck in my head for months, inspired by jelazakazone's asexual intimacy prompts. I finally got it out! I wrote something guys! A very un-beta'd something, there are some places where the grammar has me biting my nails nervously. Oh dear.
Underworld (2003)
Selene, Nathaniel
G
Selene ran her fingers along the barrel of the disassembled USP-9 in front of her, assuring herself that the surrounding parts would move freely and without damage when the gun was put back together. Her eyes flicked up from the workbench towards the nearby door shortly before Nathaniel appeared in it. They had been assigned together for several years now, and the pattern of his footfalls had become as recognisable to her as the sound of his voice.
The other vampire paused when he saw her sitting at the bench, meeting her eyes squarely. The gun was his. While the Death Dealers theoretically had an endless supply of weapons, they each liked to maintain their own, selecting new ones themselves and making sure they adhered to their individual standards. A pause hung between the pair, as she waited to be sure that she hadn't overstepped. Nathaniel only nodded before continuing on past the armory.
Selene had walked in on him performing a similar duty the previous week. There were few others she would have let leave without broken fingers after such trespass. She, too, had merely walked away and left him to his task.
And so she found herself returning the favour. It is not so much to save the other time, as it is to reaffirm the mutual trust that cements her and her partners together. They put their lives in each others hands as much in these small acts as they do in the heat of battle.
Selene likes that, when she cares to dwell on it; which she doesn't.
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I am so excited for season 5!
This entry was originally posted at http://dorkathus.dreamwidth.org/5835.html.