Feb. 17th, 2010 01:51 pm
Drabble-Month: Day #17
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lovely_ambitionThey’ve stolen an ancient artifact in order to make a con go right, needing it temporarily for its genuine properties. It’s not supposed to be anything more than a rumoured piece of magic, a little trick of the light and sound and everything is normal behind it. “I mean, just because it says fountain of youth on the package, doesn’t mean it really ought to be,” Sean is saying nervously while the others stare at Ash.
“Would you all stop gaping?” Ash demands. “You’re like a bunch of goldfish.”
“Yeah, well,” Emma notes lamely. “You’re like…twenty.”
“Twenty-five,” Mickey adds his voice to the confused masses.
“He touched the artifact and suddenly he’s the most handsome one in the room. And young,” Sean belatedly adds, blinking rapidly. The silence that overtakes everyone means that Sean ought to take a look-see as to what’s going on and that what is that they’re all staring at him, which helps him to realize the little thing he just said. “What! Tell me he’s not gorgeous.”
“Not really the first thing on our minds, Sean,” Emma notes with concern.
“Yeah, well, does a bloke good to hear,” Ash admits with a crooked grin that makes something in Sean’s stomach tumble. Sean’s hearing goes sharp and sudden with a whoosh and he nearly misses Mickey’s sudden commands. Albert’s on research, Mickey is going to meet an old contact, Emma has to go meet some Doctor bloke who apparently is in and out of London and Sean is on guard duty.
Flipping over the cards and staring at Ash, he realises that this is a very bad idea. He wets his lips and clears his throat. “Don’t think Mickey knows about us,” Sean says, feeling like his voice is reedy. “I really don’t think he’d have left us alone if he knew.”
“Or he knows and he thinks that by the time you maul me and distract me with those still-incredible lips of yours, we’ll keep distracted and I won’t wander down to torment Eddie,” Ash drawls easily, flipping a card and claiming it in their little game of war. He keeps his steady gaze fixed on Sean, which is just unfair because it’s not as if he has a lot of control as of the moment.
Said lack of control is just proved correct when Sean lunges forward, cards toppling to the ground, and Ash falls onto his back. Sean doesn’t waste a second in pushing atop him and giving himself a moment’s pause as he hovers there above.
“Last chance,” Sean warns.
“Me last chance? I’m the one who’s your contemporary now. You ought to be the one terrified about how long I could last!”
Which, really, isn’t so scary to Sean so much as it’s the damn best thing he can ever, ever imagine.
“Would you all stop gaping?” Ash demands. “You’re like a bunch of goldfish.”
“Yeah, well,” Emma notes lamely. “You’re like…twenty.”
“Twenty-five,” Mickey adds his voice to the confused masses.
“He touched the artifact and suddenly he’s the most handsome one in the room. And young,” Sean belatedly adds, blinking rapidly. The silence that overtakes everyone means that Sean ought to take a look-see as to what’s going on and that what is that they’re all staring at him, which helps him to realize the little thing he just said. “What! Tell me he’s not gorgeous.”
“Not really the first thing on our minds, Sean,” Emma notes with concern.
“Yeah, well, does a bloke good to hear,” Ash admits with a crooked grin that makes something in Sean’s stomach tumble. Sean’s hearing goes sharp and sudden with a whoosh and he nearly misses Mickey’s sudden commands. Albert’s on research, Mickey is going to meet an old contact, Emma has to go meet some Doctor bloke who apparently is in and out of London and Sean is on guard duty.
Flipping over the cards and staring at Ash, he realises that this is a very bad idea. He wets his lips and clears his throat. “Don’t think Mickey knows about us,” Sean says, feeling like his voice is reedy. “I really don’t think he’d have left us alone if he knew.”
“Or he knows and he thinks that by the time you maul me and distract me with those still-incredible lips of yours, we’ll keep distracted and I won’t wander down to torment Eddie,” Ash drawls easily, flipping a card and claiming it in their little game of war. He keeps his steady gaze fixed on Sean, which is just unfair because it’s not as if he has a lot of control as of the moment.
Said lack of control is just proved correct when Sean lunges forward, cards toppling to the ground, and Ash falls onto his back. Sean doesn’t waste a second in pushing atop him and giving himself a moment’s pause as he hovers there above.
“Last chance,” Sean warns.
“Me last chance? I’m the one who’s your contemporary now. You ought to be the one terrified about how long I could last!”
Which, really, isn’t so scary to Sean so much as it’s the damn best thing he can ever, ever imagine.
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