[mad muses] chain picture
“So…can I ask you something pretty random and slightly insulting?”
“Shoot.”
“How does a guy like you get to be a Watcher?”
Snorting, Cain continued walking on his side of the thick, three-ton chain that lined the bottom of the underground tunnel they were walking through to reach the source of the purchase connected to the gems they’d found about a week prior.
“Not the first time I’ve gotten that one, Summers.” He assured her. “My ma was a Watcher. Joined up when I found out my kid was a Slayer.”
“So…you weren’t all with the booky smarts growing up?”
“Lemme put it this way: I may have gone to med school, but I took a pay cut at the hospital in Searchlight in exchange for a personal assistant to type up my charts for me.”
“No way.”
“Serious as a heart attack…hold up, turn here.”
Waiting for her to catch up after nearly taking the wrong path, they fell into step again, side by side save for the chain between them.
“You’re good for a newbie…two years, right? That’s how long you’ve known your daughter?”
He glanced over at her, mildly surprised she’d remembered. “Uh…yeah. But I’ve known ‘bout this shit since I was seventeen. Ma tried to train me some, but I never got past learning a few demonic languages ‘fore I knew it wasn’t my thing.”
“But…it is since Hank.”
He nodded, unaware of the smile that touched his features gently. “Yeah…I mean, gotta look after my kid, right?”
“Right. I…right.”
“Somethin’ to add, Summers?”
“No, I just…I guess I kind of envy her. Hank. You’re a good dad.”
“Oh…uh…thanks?”
She laughed, a happy sound that wasn’t too high or girlish. It was…well…nice as it tapered off, leaving them to walk in silence a little while longer.
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“I…uh…nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Seriously, nothin’ important.”
He was saved from answering further as they reached the end of the chain…clamped around a scaled leg as big around as Cain was.
“Fuck me over a goddamn barrel.” He breathed, craning his head back to stare up at the creature before them.
“Wow…that could actually be fun…”
“Buffy.”
“Sorry. Kill now, sex later?”
For a moment he could only glare at her in shock…then shrugged and hoisted up the sword he was carrying.
“Sure. Why not?”
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 398
“Shoot.”
“How does a guy like you get to be a Watcher?”
Snorting, Cain continued walking on his side of the thick, three-ton chain that lined the bottom of the underground tunnel they were walking through to reach the source of the purchase connected to the gems they’d found about a week prior.
“Not the first time I’ve gotten that one, Summers.” He assured her. “My ma was a Watcher. Joined up when I found out my kid was a Slayer.”
“So…you weren’t all with the booky smarts growing up?”
“Lemme put it this way: I may have gone to med school, but I took a pay cut at the hospital in Searchlight in exchange for a personal assistant to type up my charts for me.”
“No way.”
“Serious as a heart attack…hold up, turn here.”
Waiting for her to catch up after nearly taking the wrong path, they fell into step again, side by side save for the chain between them.
“You’re good for a newbie…two years, right? That’s how long you’ve known your daughter?”
He glanced over at her, mildly surprised she’d remembered. “Uh…yeah. But I’ve known ‘bout this shit since I was seventeen. Ma tried to train me some, but I never got past learning a few demonic languages ‘fore I knew it wasn’t my thing.”
“But…it is since Hank.”
He nodded, unaware of the smile that touched his features gently. “Yeah…I mean, gotta look after my kid, right?”
“Right. I…right.”
“Somethin’ to add, Summers?”
“No, I just…I guess I kind of envy her. Hank. You’re a good dad.”
“Oh…uh…thanks?”
She laughed, a happy sound that wasn’t too high or girlish. It was…well…nice as it tapered off, leaving them to walk in silence a little while longer.
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“I…uh…nothing.”
“No, what?”
“Seriously, nothin’ important.”
He was saved from answering further as they reached the end of the chain…clamped around a scaled leg as big around as Cain was.
“Fuck me over a goddamn barrel.” He breathed, craning his head back to stare up at the creature before them.
“Wow…that could actually be fun…”
“Buffy.”
“Sorry. Kill now, sex later?”
For a moment he could only glare at her in shock…then shrugged and hoisted up the sword he was carrying.
“Sure. Why not?”
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 398