Fic: Iridescence, 4/10 - Equilibrium Woods (Ian, PG-13) (Color: Green)
Title: Iridescence, 4/10 - Equilibrium Woods
Word Count: 330.
Character: Ian.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He breathes in, breathes out. Stops. Closes his eyes. Feels his own soul.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Beta: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Previous chapters: Find them here.
Color: Green.
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Iridiscence Series
Equilibrium Woods
The shooting range leaves him too paranoid, too obsessed with danger sometimes.
He doesn’t want to even think about bullets, much less about blood. He can’t even stand looking at his usual rifle, no matter how much of a best friend it is.
Confused, he needs to take off the stoic mask for some hours and find his equilibrium again. So he checks for hunting spots near L.A.. That’s what the woods were made for, after all - to let people make their get-away.
It doesn’t take long for him to get there. He never packs much, as he’s used to traveling from city to city when duty calls his name. But this is not a decision made because of his responsibilities; this decision was made because he needs to remember what lies behind his daily job.
The wood opens for his view, like it’s spreading its beauty for him, guiding his way. He starts walking. His boots almost make no sound.
The atmosphere is wet and windy. Just perfect.
There’s green everywhere. Fresh air is all around.
He breathes in, breathes out. Stops. Closes his eyes. Feels his own soul.
This is who he is. This is his balance.
The intensity of the moment, the controlled adrenaline, the expectation of a reward.
His eyes open in a reflex.
There are footsteps, not far, and his rifle is loaded and ready for the upcoming assault.
He gets closer to his prey, tenses his lips. He’s determined, focused, and he knows it. He never loses in any battlefield - not in the FBI, not in the streets, not here, not anywhere.
He fires his gun and waits for the result.
The deer startles, looks around and runs away. Its athletic figure mixes with the forest, quickly fading away.
This is it. This is the end, all that's needed. One meaningful, harmless victory.
He smiles at the paint mark that claims he’s won every battle the job and the stress creates in his heart.
Word Count: 330.
Character: Ian.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: He breathes in, breathes out. Stops. Closes his eyes. Feels his own soul.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
Beta: The fantastic twins_m0m.
Previous chapters: Find them here.
Color: Green.
Previous chapter
Next chapter
Iridiscence Series
Equilibrium Woods
The shooting range leaves him too paranoid, too obsessed with danger sometimes.
He doesn’t want to even think about bullets, much less about blood. He can’t even stand looking at his usual rifle, no matter how much of a best friend it is.
Confused, he needs to take off the stoic mask for some hours and find his equilibrium again. So he checks for hunting spots near L.A.. That’s what the woods were made for, after all - to let people make their get-away.
It doesn’t take long for him to get there. He never packs much, as he’s used to traveling from city to city when duty calls his name. But this is not a decision made because of his responsibilities; this decision was made because he needs to remember what lies behind his daily job.
The wood opens for his view, like it’s spreading its beauty for him, guiding his way. He starts walking. His boots almost make no sound.
The atmosphere is wet and windy. Just perfect.
There’s green everywhere. Fresh air is all around.
He breathes in, breathes out. Stops. Closes his eyes. Feels his own soul.
This is who he is. This is his balance.
The intensity of the moment, the controlled adrenaline, the expectation of a reward.
His eyes open in a reflex.
There are footsteps, not far, and his rifle is loaded and ready for the upcoming assault.
He gets closer to his prey, tenses his lips. He’s determined, focused, and he knows it. He never loses in any battlefield - not in the FBI, not in the streets, not here, not anywhere.
He fires his gun and waits for the result.
The deer startles, looks around and runs away. Its athletic figure mixes with the forest, quickly fading away.
This is it. This is the end, all that's needed. One meaningful, harmless victory.
He smiles at the paint mark that claims he’s won every battle the job and the stress creates in his heart.