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Small snippet that popped into my head while watching a movie.
Warning: Slash content (male/male, etcetcetc)
For someone who doesn't talk, constantly hid behind a full face mask and communicates purely through body language and nudges, Sy could be quite expressive at times. There was a running bet on whether Sy was male or female, but Rio was fairly certain that he was a he. After all, how many girls could put up with Jayden's stench after having gone two weeks training in SAS camp without a shower (or a lick of rainfall)?
Rio busied himself with disassembling his gun, trying to look like he wasn't watching Sy interact with the white-clad assassin they'd manage to coax over to their side (he still wasn't entirely sure what had happened, something about a heritage and an heirloom? These assassins and their traditions, give him a good old-fashioned soldier any day). By his side, rewrapping a rather dirty crepe around his ankle, Jayden was doing no better at 'subtly' watching the other two.
The assassin (what was his name again? L-something?) reached over to Sy, a wicked-looking dagger in his hand. He offered it hilt-first, blue eyes wide with something that looked very much like gratitude and acceptance. Sy shook his head once, black-clad fingers tapping the hilt gently towards the other. The assassin (Loeh? Lura?) looked surprised for a brief moment, before something unidentifiable crossed his face and he smiled. Rio stared, as did Jayden, as Lorel (Lorel! That was it) smiled at the smaller figure two paces in front of him. It was amazing what a smile could do to a face they'd only ever seen neutral in concentration as he sliced his targets into small pieces.
White-clad fingers tucked the dagger somewhere back onto his person before those same fingers brushed against Sy's jaw, a touch so quick and feather-light that even Rio, who hadn't taken his eyes off them, was unsure if he'd actually seen it. And then Sy himself moved.
His body language, previously warm and open anyway, didn't change, but he tilted his head ever so slightly to the right and angled it in such a way that Lorel's breath hitched. Sy didn't touch him in anyway, but that very tilt of the head and the relaxed set to his shoulders told Lorel that he'd just been kissed. The wind giggled softly in his ear as he felt the barest butterfly wing's touch to his lips, and if he'd been any less of a brilliant assassin with great body control, he would've turned red.
A little distance away, Jayden prodded an elbow sharply into Rio's knee, eyes wide. Did he just -? his eyes asked, and Rio could do nothing but nod dumbly. Perhaps they didn't know the gesture, but they knew their teammate well enough to read the intention in the line of his body and the trust shown. They watched Lorel give another flicker of fingers against Sy's cheek and then he turned and walked away. Their gaze lingered on Sy momentarily, and when they looked back, Lorel was gone.
Sy smiled secretly to himself, tucking away the small slip of paper with a written address on it. An unspoken invitation, a returned gift. He meandered his way over to his remaining two teammates, who were not even bothering to hide their open gawking, and placed a hand on a cocked hip in the universal gesture of eye-rolling. C'mon, his body said as he shifted his weight and turned an ear to the sea. Let's go home.
And in a couple of weeks when things have died down and the people were happy that their country was safe, he'll pay a visit to the white mountains where a white-clad assassin would be waiting.
Warning: Slash content (male/male, etcetcetc)
For someone who doesn't talk, constantly hid behind a full face mask and communicates purely through body language and nudges, Sy could be quite expressive at times. There was a running bet on whether Sy was male or female, but Rio was fairly certain that he was a he. After all, how many girls could put up with Jayden's stench after having gone two weeks training in SAS camp without a shower (or a lick of rainfall)?
Rio busied himself with disassembling his gun, trying to look like he wasn't watching Sy interact with the white-clad assassin they'd manage to coax over to their side (he still wasn't entirely sure what had happened, something about a heritage and an heirloom? These assassins and their traditions, give him a good old-fashioned soldier any day). By his side, rewrapping a rather dirty crepe around his ankle, Jayden was doing no better at 'subtly' watching the other two.
The assassin (what was his name again? L-something?) reached over to Sy, a wicked-looking dagger in his hand. He offered it hilt-first, blue eyes wide with something that looked very much like gratitude and acceptance. Sy shook his head once, black-clad fingers tapping the hilt gently towards the other. The assassin (Loeh? Lura?) looked surprised for a brief moment, before something unidentifiable crossed his face and he smiled. Rio stared, as did Jayden, as Lorel (Lorel! That was it) smiled at the smaller figure two paces in front of him. It was amazing what a smile could do to a face they'd only ever seen neutral in concentration as he sliced his targets into small pieces.
White-clad fingers tucked the dagger somewhere back onto his person before those same fingers brushed against Sy's jaw, a touch so quick and feather-light that even Rio, who hadn't taken his eyes off them, was unsure if he'd actually seen it. And then Sy himself moved.
His body language, previously warm and open anyway, didn't change, but he tilted his head ever so slightly to the right and angled it in such a way that Lorel's breath hitched. Sy didn't touch him in anyway, but that very tilt of the head and the relaxed set to his shoulders told Lorel that he'd just been kissed. The wind giggled softly in his ear as he felt the barest butterfly wing's touch to his lips, and if he'd been any less of a brilliant assassin with great body control, he would've turned red.
A little distance away, Jayden prodded an elbow sharply into Rio's knee, eyes wide. Did he just -? his eyes asked, and Rio could do nothing but nod dumbly. Perhaps they didn't know the gesture, but they knew their teammate well enough to read the intention in the line of his body and the trust shown. They watched Lorel give another flicker of fingers against Sy's cheek and then he turned and walked away. Their gaze lingered on Sy momentarily, and when they looked back, Lorel was gone.
Sy smiled secretly to himself, tucking away the small slip of paper with a written address on it. An unspoken invitation, a returned gift. He meandered his way over to his remaining two teammates, who were not even bothering to hide their open gawking, and placed a hand on a cocked hip in the universal gesture of eye-rolling. C'mon, his body said as he shifted his weight and turned an ear to the sea. Let's go home.
And in a couple of weeks when things have died down and the people were happy that their country was safe, he'll pay a visit to the white mountains where a white-clad assassin would be waiting.