Blade
Title: Blade
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen Harper
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Summary: When he's not drinking or fucking or shooting at aliens, Owen fences.
Parry, circle, damn it, parried. Retreat. Beat, lunge. Red flash. Bout.
He steps back, removes his mask, shakes hands. Hangs up his gear and balances his foil in his palms. Runs a finger over the dented guard.
Tugs at the white jacket, warmer and a tighter fit than the one he wears to work each day. Shifts his weapon and watches fluorescents flash on the blade. A shorter reach than the gun he carries sometimes and a duller edge than the scalpel he uses at others.
But it’s when his fingers are curled neatly around the pistol grip hilt that he becomes truly dangerous.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen Harper
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Summary: When he's not drinking or fucking or shooting at aliens, Owen fences.
Parry, circle, damn it, parried. Retreat. Beat, lunge. Red flash. Bout.
He steps back, removes his mask, shakes hands. Hangs up his gear and balances his foil in his palms. Runs a finger over the dented guard.
Tugs at the white jacket, warmer and a tighter fit than the one he wears to work each day. Shifts his weapon and watches fluorescents flash on the blade. A shorter reach than the gun he carries sometimes and a duller edge than the scalpel he uses at others.
But it’s when his fingers are curled neatly around the pistol grip hilt that he becomes truly dangerous.