A Little Sisterly AdvicetrinitydayJune 30 2009, 02:44:23 UTC
River likes giving advice.
The one and only time they try it in his room, she waits seven minutes before interrupting to tell Simon: "Kaylee can use her own fingers."
"River!" Simon cries out, embarrassed, as he tries gathering the sheets around him and Kaylee. He twists the second he hears his sister's voice, but not at all in the good way, only to face his mei mei. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" River turns the question back 'round on him.
Simon blushes right good, and iff'n Kaylee isn't trying to make up for lost time, she might think it cute.
River finds them in the engine room, too. "You're going too fast," she tells Simon, which of course makes him stop going at all.
"Meimei, get out of here." He stays on top of Kaylee, not so that they can keep going when River leaves-and not to keep Kaylee's modesty (not that she cares one way or another, but that is just the sorta fancy and proper gesture Simon usually tries for) but so he don't have to look at his sister. There don't got convenient sheets to pull
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Haha! Okay, this was certainly not what you were thinking but it was too amusing to pass up."Seriously, dude, you don't have to be such a jackass about it," Zac said to the white door. "We all know what you said, but you agreed the script was good. I'm not that much of a tool that you can't work with me. All those tabloids are totally lying
( ... )
"So...what else are you good at?", Leverage/X-men, Eliot/RemyentropynchaosMay 25 2009, 10:47:14 UTC
Remy's a good fighter - anyone who can bring down the Wolverine to the floor during training once in a while can call themselves 'good' - he's got his agility and his flexibility on top of all the training he get from his years on the streets and in the Thieves Guild to thank for that, not to mentions his years as one of the X-men. But it's not his art; being a thief is his art, the thing he could live and breathe and die for, if he had to. It's the adrenaline rush, the knowledge that he has to be better than the alarm systems, the security guards - better than every protocol put in place and designed precisely so men like him don't get all those sparkly little treasures hidden away
( ... )
“You can rest now,” the angel told him, after Azazel was dead and the gate to Hell was closed. “It's alright. You've done good work, John Winchester and now it's time to rest.”
Mary was waiting for him, he knew this-- but then John turned to look at his sons, both of them, so strong and yet all he could see were the little kids who he used to tuck into bed at night. “But Dean.. and Sam, they need me.”
“They will be okay.” The angel took him by the hand, and John could feel the peace and warmth of heaven flowing through this creature-- all that awaited him if he just let himself let go. “They have angels watching over them now, all the strength of heaven's armies. They will be safe.”
“Do you promise?”
“I give you my word,” Castiel swore and bowed his head, right before they disappeared into the light.
wow.. weird.. my dad died a few days ago, and then you comment on this out of the blue.. reminding me that I wrote it many many months ago. Thank you for your feedback.
"You are not meant for this, you silly git." Arthur muttered, wiping away blood, surveying the cuts and bruises. "You are to stay behind away from the fighting."
Merlin submitted to the rough touches. Gaius should have been the one to tend him but Arthur would have none of it. Merlin had almost sacrificed his life for Arthur....again. It was becoming a nasty habit on the boy's part and Arthur wanted...to make sure he was okay.
Merlin curled into his bed sleepily, too tired for a cheeky reply. Once Arthur was sure he was asleep, his breathing slow and steady, he cupped the sharp cheekbone and prayed to the gods that his boy still lived.
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The one and only time they try it in his room, she waits seven minutes before interrupting to tell Simon: "Kaylee can use her own fingers."
"River!" Simon cries out, embarrassed, as he tries gathering the sheets around him and Kaylee. He twists the second he hears his sister's voice, but not at all in the good way, only to face his mei mei. "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" River turns the question back 'round on him.
Simon blushes right good, and iff'n Kaylee isn't trying to make up for lost time, she might think it cute.
River finds them in the engine room, too. "You're going too fast," she tells Simon, which of course makes him stop going at all.
"Meimei, get out of here." He stays on top of Kaylee, not so that they can keep going when River leaves-and not to keep Kaylee's modesty (not that she cares one way or another, but that is just the sorta fancy and proper gesture Simon usually tries for) but so he don't have to look at his sister. There don't got convenient sheets to pull ( ... )
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Thank you!!
Oh, and totally not their fault. *snickers*
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Mary was waiting for him, he knew this-- but then John turned to look at his sons, both of them, so strong and yet all he could see were the little kids who he used to tuck into bed at night. “But Dean.. and Sam, they need me.”
“They will be okay.” The angel took him by the hand, and John could feel the peace and warmth of heaven flowing through this creature-- all that awaited him if he just let himself let go. “They have angels watching over them now, all the strength of heaven's armies. They will be safe.”
“Do you promise?”
“I give you my word,” Castiel swore and bowed his head, right before they disappeared into the light.
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Merlin submitted to the rough touches. Gaius should have been the one to tend him but Arthur would have none of it. Merlin had almost sacrificed his life for Arthur....again. It was becoming a nasty habit on the boy's part and Arthur wanted...to make sure he was okay.
Merlin curled into his bed sleepily, too tired for a cheeky reply. Once Arthur was sure he was asleep, his breathing slow and steady, he cupped the sharp cheekbone and prayed to the gods that his boy still lived.
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