Pledge for the 4th
Title: Pledge for the 4th
Author: Larathia
Team: Hunters
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Allison, Lydia
Rating: G
Challenge: Fireworks
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Author's Notes: I'm catching up - slowly, but managing!
"Thanks for coming with me," said Allison, somewhat sheepishly. "We'd made plans, but -"
"Full moon," Lydia finished, shaking out the blanket. "I know. He's not exactly good with calendars yet, is he."
Allison smiled. "No, he's usually pretty good about it lately. It's just - holiday. We didn't put it together." She set down the basket, pulled out a bottle of water, passed it over.
Lydia stretched her legs out on the spread blanket, and accepted the bottle, cracking the seal on it. "Well. I for one am happy to watch the fireworks without any weirdness for a change."
Allison said nothing, but joined her friend on the blanket with a water bottle of her own, looking up at the night sky. The fireworks were just starting. On the one hand, she would have liked to watch them with Scott. On the other, Lydia had a point. The soft poot of the launchers reminded her of grenade launchers, now. The booms sounded like guns, and she hid twitches at the explosions, reminding herself that the sounds were harmless. Preludes to pretty colors in the sky, nothing more.
She made herself smile, lean over to tap her water bottle against Lydia's. "No weirdness," she agreed, a promise to herself as much as anything else, not to let the hunter's life eat up everything else in her existence. The launchers were just launching color into the sky. There was no danger. No magic, no weirdness. It was just a simple celebration. Lie back and watch the pretty colors.
Lydia gave her a 'damn straight' sort of nod. It wasn't her nature to explain herself, but Allison got the impression that Lydia approved, had possibly been waiting for Allison to catch up. She settled back comfortably, as if nothing could deter her.
Author: Larathia
Team: Hunters
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Allison, Lydia
Rating: G
Challenge: Fireworks
Disclaimer: I own nada.
Author's Notes: I'm catching up - slowly, but managing!
"Thanks for coming with me," said Allison, somewhat sheepishly. "We'd made plans, but -"
"Full moon," Lydia finished, shaking out the blanket. "I know. He's not exactly good with calendars yet, is he."
Allison smiled. "No, he's usually pretty good about it lately. It's just - holiday. We didn't put it together." She set down the basket, pulled out a bottle of water, passed it over.
Lydia stretched her legs out on the spread blanket, and accepted the bottle, cracking the seal on it. "Well. I for one am happy to watch the fireworks without any weirdness for a change."
Allison said nothing, but joined her friend on the blanket with a water bottle of her own, looking up at the night sky. The fireworks were just starting. On the one hand, she would have liked to watch them with Scott. On the other, Lydia had a point. The soft poot of the launchers reminded her of grenade launchers, now. The booms sounded like guns, and she hid twitches at the explosions, reminding herself that the sounds were harmless. Preludes to pretty colors in the sky, nothing more.
She made herself smile, lean over to tap her water bottle against Lydia's. "No weirdness," she agreed, a promise to herself as much as anything else, not to let the hunter's life eat up everything else in her existence. The launchers were just launching color into the sky. There was no danger. No magic, no weirdness. It was just a simple celebration. Lie back and watch the pretty colors.
Lydia gave her a 'damn straight' sort of nod. It wasn't her nature to explain herself, but Allison got the impression that Lydia approved, had possibly been waiting for Allison to catch up. She settled back comfortably, as if nothing could deter her.