continuing this battle thingy...
Rocky Road #24. On the Roof
Rating : PG
Timeframe : spring 1260, same night as pocket watch and meeting place
Word Count : 401
Wyatt dangled the bottle in front of Lyssa. She lifted her head from where it rested on her knees to look at him, dark eyes smoldering. “You really think I need another?”
He grinned. “I’ve seen plenty of drunk in my time and you are not drunk. Besides, you’ve already been left behind.“ No response. “But if you don’t want it,” he said, fist tightening around the neck.
“Give it here.”
The bottle passed from his hand to hers, and Wyatt slumped to the floor beside her. “Is he always like that?” he ventured as she put the bottle to her lips.
Lyssa swallowed hastily, brows knitting together as she brought the bottle back down. “Like what?” she said. The back of her hand swept across her lips and she passed the drink back to Wyatt. “Uptight?” She grinned. “He tries to be.”
Wyatt took a sip, let it linger in his mouth before the liquor tore a path to his stomach. Lyssa had turned to peer out the opening in the parapet. Her expression softened, the smile that graced her lips almost wistful, as she watched the fight unfold below.
“It’s not like he doesn’t have his reasons,” said Lyssa. “If one of us gets hurt, he’s the one that’s got to deal with it.“ She curled her arms around herself, slender fingers drumming against moonlit flesh. Wyatt took another gulp from the bottle, this one racing down his throat.
Lyssa’s brows tightened. Her fingers ceased their strumming and dug into her arm. and she shuddered. Shaking his head at himself, Wyatt set the bottle at his feet and loosed the clasp that held his cloak. He shrugged out of the cloth, shivering as the cool night air wound its way over bare arms, and gathered it in his hands.
He leaned in to drape the cloak over her shoulders, and he shivered again as his fingers grazed her arm. Lyssa leapt to her feet, a string of curses issued from her lips. Wyatt tumbled back against the wall, still clutching the cloak.
“Wha-”
Lyssa jabebd a finger at the window. “Men!” she managed between oaths. “There are men down there!” She whirled around, a look of confusion settling briefly on her features as she found him sprawled on the floor. “Get up! Come on!.” Her hand closed over his wrist.
“But-”
“Now!” said Lyssa, tugging him toward the stairs.
Rating : PG
Timeframe : spring 1260, same night as pocket watch and meeting place
Word Count : 401
Wyatt dangled the bottle in front of Lyssa. She lifted her head from where it rested on her knees to look at him, dark eyes smoldering. “You really think I need another?”
He grinned. “I’ve seen plenty of drunk in my time and you are not drunk. Besides, you’ve already been left behind.“ No response. “But if you don’t want it,” he said, fist tightening around the neck.
“Give it here.”
The bottle passed from his hand to hers, and Wyatt slumped to the floor beside her. “Is he always like that?” he ventured as she put the bottle to her lips.
Lyssa swallowed hastily, brows knitting together as she brought the bottle back down. “Like what?” she said. The back of her hand swept across her lips and she passed the drink back to Wyatt. “Uptight?” She grinned. “He tries to be.”
Wyatt took a sip, let it linger in his mouth before the liquor tore a path to his stomach. Lyssa had turned to peer out the opening in the parapet. Her expression softened, the smile that graced her lips almost wistful, as she watched the fight unfold below.
“It’s not like he doesn’t have his reasons,” said Lyssa. “If one of us gets hurt, he’s the one that’s got to deal with it.“ She curled her arms around herself, slender fingers drumming against moonlit flesh. Wyatt took another gulp from the bottle, this one racing down his throat.
Lyssa’s brows tightened. Her fingers ceased their strumming and dug into her arm. and she shuddered. Shaking his head at himself, Wyatt set the bottle at his feet and loosed the clasp that held his cloak. He shrugged out of the cloth, shivering as the cool night air wound its way over bare arms, and gathered it in his hands.
He leaned in to drape the cloak over her shoulders, and he shivered again as his fingers grazed her arm. Lyssa leapt to her feet, a string of curses issued from her lips. Wyatt tumbled back against the wall, still clutching the cloak.
“Wha-”
Lyssa jabebd a finger at the window. “Men!” she managed between oaths. “There are men down there!” She whirled around, a look of confusion settling briefly on her features as she found him sprawled on the floor. “Get up! Come on!.” Her hand closed over his wrist.
“But-”
“Now!” said Lyssa, tugging him toward the stairs.