Swordspoint drabble
Posted on 2008.10.21 at 23:23
I haven't forgotten that I owe some drabbles. This one popped up suddenly this evening and I thought I'd better seize it before it gallumphed off along with my regular muses. It's from the Swordspoint fandom, 100 words, and inspired by 
heartofslash's challenge (although I'd like to do a longer one at some point sweetie.) This is also for ennorwen as the first one I did for her was rather bizarre. I hope this is more what you wanted En. Enjoy!
Weapons
“Well, at least I don’t have pigeon shit for brains,” Alec goaded.
“Are you insane, scholar?” the two-bit swordsman roared. “Where’s your weapon?” He twitched back his cloak and his hand hovered over the polished hilt.
Richard could almost see steam emanating from the man’s ears and he had a moment to reflect that Alec wielded words like a sword - sharp, cutting, to the point. Too bad that, ultimately, they had no substance.
With a flourish the man drew, the point hovering over the tender hollow of Alec’s throat. Richard knew how soft that skin was.
“My fight,” Richard said.
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heartofslash's challenge (although I'd like to do a longer one at some point sweetie.) This is also for ennorwen as the first one I did for her was rather bizarre. I hope this is more what you wanted En. Enjoy! Weapons
“Well, at least I don’t have pigeon shit for brains,” Alec goaded.
“Are you insane, scholar?” the two-bit swordsman roared. “Where’s your weapon?” He twitched back his cloak and his hand hovered over the polished hilt.
Richard could almost see steam emanating from the man’s ears and he had a moment to reflect that Alec wielded words like a sword - sharp, cutting, to the point. Too bad that, ultimately, they had no substance.
With a flourish the man drew, the point hovering over the tender hollow of Alec’s throat. Richard knew how soft that skin was.
“My fight,” Richard said.
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