you're so pretty in the city where you're nothing to anyone
Give me an interesting word, a canon, and (if you like) a character. I'll write you a ficlet.
(I guarantee to fill the first five prompts, after that I will still do my best but historically I fail a lot.)
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Neal was clearly having far too much fun as he directed them to their seats. "And if sir would like to step this way," he intoned, standing in such a position that Peter's movement was actually impossible.
"I would love to," Peter said, through slightly gritted teeth.
"Play nice, hon," El whispered in his ear. She was wearing a black wisp of a dress and looked completely in her element.
Neal finally stepped out of the way enough for Peter to actually get past him into the box. He trod on Neal's foot on the way in - just rewards for how much Neal played up getting to be more important than Peter when undercover.
Neal's smile didn't waver. "It's our delight to give you our special treatment tonight," he said.
"We're most impressed," El assured him, with what Peter considered far too much sincerity. "I've been really looking forward to this opera."
"I'm sure you'll be delighted," Neal said. "Remember, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call on me." He met Peter's eyes. "I live to serve."
Peter glared at him.
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Peter is going to have something to say about this later.
I'm so impressed with your obvious skill. to take a word and run with it like that!
thank you.
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