(This is set in chapter 5 of PW. Also, I would love art of this prompt if anyone's willing to provide?)
She never smokes. If someone finds it in her bunk, she will have a lot of explaining to do. A sad expression might help, and an explanation of her need for a memento of a man who she thought she could trust above all. She was so heartbroken about what had happened, and she wanted to keep a piece of the Galvez she had known, teacher and protector, near to her to remind her that there was good as well as evil in the hearts of all men. Yes, that would do it
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Miller/Campbell, set during the seventies. Roy meets Kaz and the two argue, fight, and eventually bond over their mutual attraction for Big Boss. Any setup is fine, but if it gets sexy, awkward attempts at powerplay and who can out-boss the other is a must.
A Thing Which Could Not Be Put Back
anonymous
August 18 2010, 00:41:57 UTC
As far from the door as he was Hal Emmerich could hear electricity crackle. If he set one foot on that floor the shock would snap through him like a bullet and he would be dead before he understood why, but it wasn't meant for him.
There was nothing left for him to do.
When he'd first come to Shadow Moses and saw its gray body hulking from the endless snow, bright in the reflected light that seared as much as the cold, they'd told him what they told everybody, which was, "Welcome to the end of the world."
The halls were like tubes of concrete and tile and sound reflected. Outside of his door there was screaming.
They were only told the code names and that they were lucky to get that much. They went among the other soldiers and never bothered to hide their difference. When their leader came into the lab he said, "So you're the designer," as though he were completing a thought. The others stayed away heat and burning smells and noise of the smelting furnace and the hangar, but he was there, hand on the scaffolding and looking far
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She never smokes. If someone finds it in her bunk, she will have a lot of explaining to do. A sad expression might help, and an explanation of her need for a memento of a man who she thought she could trust above all. She was so heartbroken about what had happened, and she wanted to keep a piece of the Galvez she had known, teacher and protector, near to her to remind her that there was good as well as evil in the hearts of all men. Yes, that would do it ( ... )
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There was nothing left for him to do.
When he'd first come to Shadow Moses and saw its gray body hulking from the endless snow, bright in the reflected light that seared as much as the cold, they'd told him what they told everybody, which was, "Welcome to the end of the world."
The halls were like tubes of concrete and tile and sound reflected. Outside of his door there was screaming.
They were only told the code names and that they were lucky to get that much. They went among the other soldiers and never bothered to hide their difference. When their leader came into the lab he said, "So you're the designer," as though he were completing a thought. The others stayed away heat and burning smells and noise of the smelting furnace and the hangar, but he was there, hand on the scaffolding and looking far ( ... )
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