fic: (un)Breakable
Title: (un)Breakable
Rating: G
Pairing: DeWitt/Dominic
Word Count: 361
Notes: Written for the Sweet Drabblethon, for morgan72uk.
Prompt: fall, touching, tea
His fingertips skimmed idly along cool porcelain. The green jade was slippery to the touch, though a tiny chip at the base of the handle made him pause. A momentary roughness usually concealed by her warm hand as she poured her ubiquitous elixir. It was empty now, clean and ready for another round of machinations.
She had summoned him to her office to discuss new recruits to his security team. However, he had come upon an empty office. Judith assured him she’d be back momentarily. He had nothing to do but wait. Nothing to do but get lost in his ever complicated thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn’t even be entertaining, shouldn’t even matter. He wasn’t usually prone to pointless supposition. It was a waste of energy and time, but Adelle DeWitt was irritatingly adept at making people behave in ways they’d rather not. He both admired and rued her ability to manipulate those beneath her gaze. His subconscious supplied an addendum to his last thought - himself included. It floated along the periphery of his musings, petulantly ignored.
How many people had fallen under her spell while sipping from these cups? Her eyes direct, expressing a carefully cultivated openness. Her voice, a soothing tone - so very different from the one he heard when they were alone - promising forgiveness, rapture, riches, escape. Impossibilities. Untruths. But who was he to speak of truth?
He wanted to pick the teapot up and let it slip from his fingers. Watch it break into jagged shards on the floor. If she were to walk in at that moment, what would she do? Would she gasp? Purse her lips in annoyance? Or merely arch an eyebrow? Would she even care? Would she let him see anything but a momentary confusion?
The heavy swoosh of a door pulled him from his daytime reverie. As if sensing his disordered state of mind, Adelle paused mid-step, hand still on the doorknob. Her eyes flicked down to his hand gripping the spout of the teapot on her side table, then back up to his face, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“Would you like some tea, Mr. Dominic?”
Rating: G
Pairing: DeWitt/Dominic
Word Count: 361
Notes: Written for the Sweet Drabblethon, for morgan72uk.
Prompt: fall, touching, tea
His fingertips skimmed idly along cool porcelain. The green jade was slippery to the touch, though a tiny chip at the base of the handle made him pause. A momentary roughness usually concealed by her warm hand as she poured her ubiquitous elixir. It was empty now, clean and ready for another round of machinations.
She had summoned him to her office to discuss new recruits to his security team. However, he had come upon an empty office. Judith assured him she’d be back momentarily. He had nothing to do but wait. Nothing to do but get lost in his ever complicated thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn’t even be entertaining, shouldn’t even matter. He wasn’t usually prone to pointless supposition. It was a waste of energy and time, but Adelle DeWitt was irritatingly adept at making people behave in ways they’d rather not. He both admired and rued her ability to manipulate those beneath her gaze. His subconscious supplied an addendum to his last thought - himself included. It floated along the periphery of his musings, petulantly ignored.
How many people had fallen under her spell while sipping from these cups? Her eyes direct, expressing a carefully cultivated openness. Her voice, a soothing tone - so very different from the one he heard when they were alone - promising forgiveness, rapture, riches, escape. Impossibilities. Untruths. But who was he to speak of truth?
He wanted to pick the teapot up and let it slip from his fingers. Watch it break into jagged shards on the floor. If she were to walk in at that moment, what would she do? Would she gasp? Purse her lips in annoyance? Or merely arch an eyebrow? Would she even care? Would she let him see anything but a momentary confusion?
The heavy swoosh of a door pulled him from his daytime reverie. As if sensing his disordered state of mind, Adelle paused mid-step, hand still on the doorknob. Her eyes flicked down to his hand gripping the spout of the teapot on her side table, then back up to his face, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“Would you like some tea, Mr. Dominic?”