FIC: One Liners Challenge Table 3 Set 3/4 - Sharing a World
Characters:Gostegion*, Flint*, Finn***, Ryan, Lyle***, Stringer***, Nick, Stephen, Chandrakant*
* Draconic Original Characters
** OCs belonging to me
*** OCs belonging to someone else
Rating U-18
Disclaimer: Lyle, Stringer and Finn belong to fredbasset. Nick, Stephen and Ryan belong to Impossible Pictures, all the scaley ones are mine.
Challenge One_Liners Table 3
Warnings Mild:AU world
Author's Notes: This challenge spans the entire width of my Sharing a World universe, covering plenty (as it can be seen in the header) minor and major characters and traveling back and forth in the timeline. Bear with me and just hang for the ride.
Author's Notes2: Thanks to lovely Hound as usual for betaing
Summer
Lyle grinned happily as him and Ryan watched the clouds go by slowly overhead; he had accepted the other cadet’s invitation to spend the summer at his family house mostly because he didn’t want to go home and see his father but it was turning out to have been a great choice.
Heart
Flint had had years to observe Joel Stringer: first as his captain’s child, then from afar as a cadet and a rising young officer and finally as his own captain; the young man may look and often act as different from his father as night from day but deep down the two had the same brave and loving hearts and Flint knew his old captain would have been as proud of the man his son had grown to be as the fire-breather was.
Stranger
Over the months following Nick’s return from the Permian Anomaly, Stephen had watched the other man lose the distrust, fear and wariness that had so commonly been lurking in his eyes in those first few days and slowly turn again from stranger to friend.
Nightmare
Captain Tom Ryan wakes up with a startled gasp, body covered in cold sweat and images still flashing through his mind of a world where the sky is populated only by man-made machines, where he never felt the flexing of powerful wing muscles under his hands while the wind whips his face, a world where dragons are only the stuff of tales and old legends; a moment later a familiar muzzle nudges his ribs gently and a beloved voice dispels the nightmarish vision like mist at sunrise.
Smell
Stephen packed each herb carefully in its own pouch before slipping them one by one in one of the long leather belts he kept for just such a task; once he was done rolling the medicine belt up he took a deep breath and smiled, the pungent smells mingling in the room reminding him one of the many things he had loved about living for so many years in the Brazilian jungle and the dragons who dwelled there.
Beach
Lyle ran as fast as he could toward the moving speckle in the sky that was Gostegion, feet slipping and sliding in the treacherous pure white sand of what had looked like a quiet and peaceful beach; he could see the dragon beating her wings as fast as possible, doing her best to reach him before the nightmarish creature behind him did and as he finally felt the familiar talons picking him up as delicately as a cat would do with her kitten he swore to himself that he was never going to sunbathe again.
Cold
Corporal Robert D. Finn was currently freezing his bollocks off in his new SAS uniform but refused to even so much as shiver, it was hard enough to gain the trust of new team mates without showing weakness and it was even harder to get these aviator types to accept an outsider; he was therefore startled enough to curse pretty profusely when a dark head peeked out of the darkness and asked him if he wanted to shelter from the weather under her wings.
* Draconic Original Characters
** OCs belonging to me
*** OCs belonging to someone else
Rating U-18
Disclaimer: Lyle, Stringer and Finn belong to fredbasset. Nick, Stephen and Ryan belong to Impossible Pictures, all the scaley ones are mine.
Challenge One_Liners Table 3
Warnings Mild:AU world
Author's Notes: This challenge spans the entire width of my Sharing a World universe, covering plenty (as it can be seen in the header) minor and major characters and traveling back and forth in the timeline. Bear with me and just hang for the ride.
Author's Notes2: Thanks to lovely Hound as usual for betaing
Summer
Lyle grinned happily as him and Ryan watched the clouds go by slowly overhead; he had accepted the other cadet’s invitation to spend the summer at his family house mostly because he didn’t want to go home and see his father but it was turning out to have been a great choice.
Heart
Flint had had years to observe Joel Stringer: first as his captain’s child, then from afar as a cadet and a rising young officer and finally as his own captain; the young man may look and often act as different from his father as night from day but deep down the two had the same brave and loving hearts and Flint knew his old captain would have been as proud of the man his son had grown to be as the fire-breather was.
Stranger
Over the months following Nick’s return from the Permian Anomaly, Stephen had watched the other man lose the distrust, fear and wariness that had so commonly been lurking in his eyes in those first few days and slowly turn again from stranger to friend.
Nightmare
Captain Tom Ryan wakes up with a startled gasp, body covered in cold sweat and images still flashing through his mind of a world where the sky is populated only by man-made machines, where he never felt the flexing of powerful wing muscles under his hands while the wind whips his face, a world where dragons are only the stuff of tales and old legends; a moment later a familiar muzzle nudges his ribs gently and a beloved voice dispels the nightmarish vision like mist at sunrise.
Smell
Stephen packed each herb carefully in its own pouch before slipping them one by one in one of the long leather belts he kept for just such a task; once he was done rolling the medicine belt up he took a deep breath and smiled, the pungent smells mingling in the room reminding him one of the many things he had loved about living for so many years in the Brazilian jungle and the dragons who dwelled there.
Beach
Lyle ran as fast as he could toward the moving speckle in the sky that was Gostegion, feet slipping and sliding in the treacherous pure white sand of what had looked like a quiet and peaceful beach; he could see the dragon beating her wings as fast as possible, doing her best to reach him before the nightmarish creature behind him did and as he finally felt the familiar talons picking him up as delicately as a cat would do with her kitten he swore to himself that he was never going to sunbathe again.
Cold
Corporal Robert D. Finn was currently freezing his bollocks off in his new SAS uniform but refused to even so much as shiver, it was hard enough to gain the trust of new team mates without showing weakness and it was even harder to get these aviator types to accept an outsider; he was therefore startled enough to curse pretty profusely when a dark head peeked out of the darkness and asked him if he wanted to shelter from the weather under her wings.