OZ Matchers - Interlude: The Fallout
Title: OZ Matchers - Interlude: The Fallout
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Rated: PG - A few bad words! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns more about customs in the OZ that reveal people’s true colors.
Timeline: Post Interlude: What Next?
Previous: Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 // Interlude: What Next? | Interlude: The Fallout |
A/N: Holy lack of updates, Batman! School intervened. This one got a bit longer than I intended…and more angsty. But it gets fixed!
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Cain was not going to say anything.
He was just going to sit there with his fingers curling into one of the tightest fists he’d ever made.
He was not going to say anything.
He stared hard at the top of the table as the talking around him continued.
He wasn’t.
Another snide remark began and Cain snapped. His gun was out and slammed loudly on the tabletop as he stood. Everyone’s attention was on him, or the gun, as he calmly brushed the side of his nose, jaw clenched.
“I’ve heard enough of this bullshit,” he straightened and picked up his gun. “Find me when you’re done trying to make the Princess’ personal life public knowledge.” He turned to leave. “I’ll be doing something actually worth my time.”
As he passed DG at the end of the table, his eyes flashed to hers briefly, and while his face revealed nothing, she mouthed the words, ‘Thank you.’
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Thu-thump-clap.
Thu-thump-clap.
There was a soft knock on the door. “Yeah,” he called, not looking away.
Thu-thump-clap.
And that was how DG found him. Bouncing a ball against a wall in his office.
He looked over as she walked in, but his gaze was drawn downward and away when he saw her close the door firmly behind her.
“The gossiping is over,” she said, somewhat rhetorically, though she was hoping for a response.
He nodded and threw the ball to the wall where it bounced off and onto the floor before finally slapping back into his hand.
Thu-thump-clap.
DG bit her lip, and furrowed her brow at his behavior. She looked around the room for something to help. Her eyes landed on one of the empty chairs that were facing his desk. She glanced at him again.
Thu-thump-clap.
Moving to the chair closest to the desk, she dragged it around the desk and sat down, placing her hands in her lap, and staring at his profile.
Thu-thump-clap.
Her head tilted.
Thu-thump-clap.
Thu-thump-woosh.
Cain sighed through his nose and set his arm down on his armrest.
If he had a hat on, the side glare he gave her from beneath the brim would have been pretty intimidating. As he was hatless, the bit of amusement he had in his eyes was not hidden.
“I would have shared, had you asked,” he said dryly. DG smiled.
“But you wouldn’t have stopped, had I told you it was annoying.”
Cain looked away as a smile took over his features and he nodded.
An uncomfortable silence soon overtook the pair as Cain’s distraction had been magic’d into DG’s hand. The things that had been said in that meeting weighed heavily on them.
Finally, DG took a deep breath and began. “I didn’t realize that people thoug - ”
“DG-” he raised a hand, “you don’t need to explain a thing to me.”
DG sat forward. “No. No, I do.” She placed a hand on his arm, gaining his full attention. “The things they brought up when they were trying to figure out my match…it…it made me…” She sighed heavily. “I am not interested in all those names they kept throwing around.”
He looked at her, eyes searching, but not for whether or not she was telling the truth. His lips parted as if to say something, but he seemed to think better of it.
“I may speak to lots of men, and spend time with them, but it doesn’t mean anything. I just…I’m…”
Cain leaned towards her. “Friendly,” he supplied.
“Social,” DG corrected, eyes narrowing.
He leaned back and stared at the wall again.
She tilted her head again, and considered her next statement briefly.
“I’m almost happy they think I’m that friendly. I’d have thought it was rather obvious who I actually like.”
Cain’s eyes slowly slid from the wall to the floor, to her eyes. Her face was blank. But not the innocent kind of blank. The…actually blank, look. He looked away again, upset that he couldn’t read her.
Then it occurred to him that he didn’t need to.
“I know what gold means…” he said quietly.
There were a few beats of silence.
“Me too,” she replies softly.
This time, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. They were both thinking the same thing, though Cain decided to speak first this time.
“So what now?” He continued to look at the spot on the wall that he had been hitting with the ball.
“Now?” DG considered him briefly. “We find something to eat.”
Cain’s brow furrowed and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. That wasn’t exactly what he expected.
“I’m hungry,” she said defensively, shrugging a shoulder.
Confusion gave way to amusement.
“I have a drawer full of peaches if you’d like one…”
She smiled slowly, her lips twitching as if she was considering letting him in on something.
“You know…I don’t actually like peaches…” she said, amused at the irony of it.
He burst out laughing. She joined him and when she stopped she realized he was staring at her with a slight smile on his face. He shook his head and chuckled lowly.
“What?”
“I don’t like ‘em either.”
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A/N: It's getting difficult to keep this rating... o.O
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Rated: PG - A few bad words! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns more about customs in the OZ that reveal people’s true colors.
Timeline: Post Interlude: What Next?
Previous: Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 // Interlude: What Next? | Interlude: The Fallout |
A/N: Holy lack of updates, Batman! School intervened. This one got a bit longer than I intended…and more angsty. But it gets fixed!
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Cain was not going to say anything.
He was just going to sit there with his fingers curling into one of the tightest fists he’d ever made.
He was not going to say anything.
He stared hard at the top of the table as the talking around him continued.
He wasn’t.
Another snide remark began and Cain snapped. His gun was out and slammed loudly on the tabletop as he stood. Everyone’s attention was on him, or the gun, as he calmly brushed the side of his nose, jaw clenched.
“I’ve heard enough of this bullshit,” he straightened and picked up his gun. “Find me when you’re done trying to make the Princess’ personal life public knowledge.” He turned to leave. “I’ll be doing something actually worth my time.”
As he passed DG at the end of the table, his eyes flashed to hers briefly, and while his face revealed nothing, she mouthed the words, ‘Thank you.’
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
Thu-thump-clap.
Thu-thump-clap.
There was a soft knock on the door. “Yeah,” he called, not looking away.
Thu-thump-clap.
And that was how DG found him. Bouncing a ball against a wall in his office.
He looked over as she walked in, but his gaze was drawn downward and away when he saw her close the door firmly behind her.
“The gossiping is over,” she said, somewhat rhetorically, though she was hoping for a response.
He nodded and threw the ball to the wall where it bounced off and onto the floor before finally slapping back into his hand.
Thu-thump-clap.
DG bit her lip, and furrowed her brow at his behavior. She looked around the room for something to help. Her eyes landed on one of the empty chairs that were facing his desk. She glanced at him again.
Thu-thump-clap.
Moving to the chair closest to the desk, she dragged it around the desk and sat down, placing her hands in her lap, and staring at his profile.
Thu-thump-clap.
Her head tilted.
Thu-thump-clap.
Thu-thump-woosh.
Cain sighed through his nose and set his arm down on his armrest.
If he had a hat on, the side glare he gave her from beneath the brim would have been pretty intimidating. As he was hatless, the bit of amusement he had in his eyes was not hidden.
“I would have shared, had you asked,” he said dryly. DG smiled.
“But you wouldn’t have stopped, had I told you it was annoying.”
Cain looked away as a smile took over his features and he nodded.
An uncomfortable silence soon overtook the pair as Cain’s distraction had been magic’d into DG’s hand. The things that had been said in that meeting weighed heavily on them.
Finally, DG took a deep breath and began. “I didn’t realize that people thoug - ”
“DG-” he raised a hand, “you don’t need to explain a thing to me.”
DG sat forward. “No. No, I do.” She placed a hand on his arm, gaining his full attention. “The things they brought up when they were trying to figure out my match…it…it made me…” She sighed heavily. “I am not interested in all those names they kept throwing around.”
He looked at her, eyes searching, but not for whether or not she was telling the truth. His lips parted as if to say something, but he seemed to think better of it.
“I may speak to lots of men, and spend time with them, but it doesn’t mean anything. I just…I’m…”
Cain leaned towards her. “Friendly,” he supplied.
“Social,” DG corrected, eyes narrowing.
He leaned back and stared at the wall again.
She tilted her head again, and considered her next statement briefly.
“I’m almost happy they think I’m that friendly. I’d have thought it was rather obvious who I actually like.”
Cain’s eyes slowly slid from the wall to the floor, to her eyes. Her face was blank. But not the innocent kind of blank. The…actually blank, look. He looked away again, upset that he couldn’t read her.
Then it occurred to him that he didn’t need to.
“I know what gold means…” he said quietly.
There were a few beats of silence.
“Me too,” she replies softly.
This time, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. They were both thinking the same thing, though Cain decided to speak first this time.
“So what now?” He continued to look at the spot on the wall that he had been hitting with the ball.
“Now?” DG considered him briefly. “We find something to eat.”
Cain’s brow furrowed and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. That wasn’t exactly what he expected.
“I’m hungry,” she said defensively, shrugging a shoulder.
Confusion gave way to amusement.
“I have a drawer full of peaches if you’d like one…”
She smiled slowly, her lips twitching as if she was considering letting him in on something.
“You know…I don’t actually like peaches…” she said, amused at the irony of it.
He burst out laughing. She joined him and when she stopped she realized he was staring at her with a slight smile on his face. He shook his head and chuckled lowly.
“What?”
“I don’t like ‘em either.”
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A/N: It's getting difficult to keep this rating... o.O