Fic: Hurt?!
It took Miles more than two minutes to realize that the noises were some strange labored breathing and that they immerged from the library. He walked to the library door and opened it cautiously. Ekaterin was on the floor, hurt but still alive - she looked at him but didn't attempt to move or talk and just kept breathing.
Mm… maybe he should reevaluate, she was lying on her back, sort of, one leg behind her shoulder and the other stretched forward. He didn't even know she could do this. How is it that she could do THAT and he even didn't know? He contemplated leaving the room and not disturbing her but his worries overtook him "Ekaterin?" "Miles love. You know those Yoga classes I take? Well the instructor suggested I'll start practicing at home. You could join me, you don't really practice hand-to-hand combat anymore and doing nothing is not good for you".
Getting out of life-threatening situations was usually second nature but thinking was somewhat hampered by Ekaterin's position. Does she plan to get out of it soon? Or maybe she can't… "How did you get so tangled love? Do you need help out of it?" God that sounded good. He didn't get a chance of saying that often - usually it was said to him. She finally moved her leg from behind her shoulder only to do that again with the other leg. "I'm fine, thank you. Don't evade the subject" What was the subject? Yes… he joining her; avoiding was outermost on his mind. "I'd rather eat broccoli" he started - that used to be the most unequivocal phrase when he was a kid - before Ma Kosti came and to whom even broccoli surrenders. "I could watch, I guess" he offered. "Yes, so I've noticed but I don't think watching can be considered as doing".
Miles always preferred being on the offensive side: "What are you doing in the library anyhow, don't you think one of the parlors on the second floor will be more suitable for this?"
Mm… maybe he should reevaluate, she was lying on her back, sort of, one leg behind her shoulder and the other stretched forward. He didn't even know she could do this. How is it that she could do THAT and he even didn't know? He contemplated leaving the room and not disturbing her but his worries overtook him "Ekaterin?" "Miles love. You know those Yoga classes I take? Well the instructor suggested I'll start practicing at home. You could join me, you don't really practice hand-to-hand combat anymore and doing nothing is not good for you".
Getting out of life-threatening situations was usually second nature but thinking was somewhat hampered by Ekaterin's position. Does she plan to get out of it soon? Or maybe she can't… "How did you get so tangled love? Do you need help out of it?" God that sounded good. He didn't get a chance of saying that often - usually it was said to him. She finally moved her leg from behind her shoulder only to do that again with the other leg. "I'm fine, thank you. Don't evade the subject" What was the subject? Yes… he joining her; avoiding was outermost on his mind. "I'd rather eat broccoli" he started - that used to be the most unequivocal phrase when he was a kid - before Ma Kosti came and to whom even broccoli surrenders. "I could watch, I guess" he offered. "Yes, so I've noticed but I don't think watching can be considered as doing".
Miles always preferred being on the offensive side: "What are you doing in the library anyhow, don't you think one of the parlors on the second floor will be more suitable for this?"