Observations - Challenge #22 - Ni/Huang - PG-13
Title: Observations
Author: TheToastAlchmst (Toasty).
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None, really. Suggestive language maybe?
Pairing(s): If you squint while using a magnifying glass, you might spy a microscopic hint of Ni/Huang.
Notes: Prompt #22: Body Language - 42 minutes (several interruptions). My original intention wasn’t to necessarily pair these two up, but perhaps show a little light that Huang isn’t as naïve and blind to her creepy partner as some may possibly presume.
Sometimes Dr. Huang believes that the most intriguing results and carefully calculated observations are not retrieved from what her Lady asks of her, but are more thoughtfully placed upon the very man that works alongside her inane research. She has more or less mapped out a simple outline of common behavioral patterns revolving around the aspect of the body language the awkward man presents. She hasn’t witnessed much, considering that her strange partner hasn’t been around lately, but over the time they have spent together, she can easily point out what the crazed doctor has been passionately meddling with.
When he runs a hand through his greasy hair, he’s thinking; she doesn’t know of what and is truthfully afraid to make any presumptuous assumptions as to what thrives within such a demented and twisted mind. She has her suspicions, but even those are enough to persuade a series of unpleasant shudders to travel the length of her spine.
When he passes her in the hall, purposely brushing their arms together, he’s telling her that she isn’t good enough in his eyes, and that even if they did have the ‘kinky sex’ that he’s always raving about, it would just serve to pass the time.
When he groans softly and rolls out his bony shoulders, it’s because the trails of sore scrapes and scratches along his back are aching from early morning rendezvous with their Lady.
When his fingers twitch and he laughs at nothingness, he’s angry, and the Goddess only knows what sick revenge or spiteful activity is reflecting in those dimmed black eyes.
When his voice sweetens and he speaks words with remarkable confidence and intelligence, he’s lying the blackest lie and silently mocking all who absorb these unbearably false explanations.
Dr. Huang knows this all because she has watched him for some time now - long enough to realize that she’s only a pawn in whatever game he’s playing. She’s confident in her personal studies of her colleague and she’s more than certain she’s able to predict his hidden motives, but when he looks over at her, smiling, and asking how she’s been from the other side of the room, everything goes blank, and she has to start her observations all over again.
Author: TheToastAlchmst (Toasty).
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: None, really. Suggestive language maybe?
Pairing(s): If you squint while using a magnifying glass, you might spy a microscopic hint of Ni/Huang.
Notes: Prompt #22: Body Language - 42 minutes (several interruptions). My original intention wasn’t to necessarily pair these two up, but perhaps show a little light that Huang isn’t as naïve and blind to her creepy partner as some may possibly presume.
Sometimes Dr. Huang believes that the most intriguing results and carefully calculated observations are not retrieved from what her Lady asks of her, but are more thoughtfully placed upon the very man that works alongside her inane research. She has more or less mapped out a simple outline of common behavioral patterns revolving around the aspect of the body language the awkward man presents. She hasn’t witnessed much, considering that her strange partner hasn’t been around lately, but over the time they have spent together, she can easily point out what the crazed doctor has been passionately meddling with.
When he runs a hand through his greasy hair, he’s thinking; she doesn’t know of what and is truthfully afraid to make any presumptuous assumptions as to what thrives within such a demented and twisted mind. She has her suspicions, but even those are enough to persuade a series of unpleasant shudders to travel the length of her spine.
When he passes her in the hall, purposely brushing their arms together, he’s telling her that she isn’t good enough in his eyes, and that even if they did have the ‘kinky sex’ that he’s always raving about, it would just serve to pass the time.
When he groans softly and rolls out his bony shoulders, it’s because the trails of sore scrapes and scratches along his back are aching from early morning rendezvous with their Lady.
When his fingers twitch and he laughs at nothingness, he’s angry, and the Goddess only knows what sick revenge or spiteful activity is reflecting in those dimmed black eyes.
When his voice sweetens and he speaks words with remarkable confidence and intelligence, he’s lying the blackest lie and silently mocking all who absorb these unbearably false explanations.
Dr. Huang knows this all because she has watched him for some time now - long enough to realize that she’s only a pawn in whatever game he’s playing. She’s confident in her personal studies of her colleague and she’s more than certain she’s able to predict his hidden motives, but when he looks over at her, smiling, and asking how she’s been from the other side of the room, everything goes blank, and she has to start her observations all over again.