where did Friday go...? O.o
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lavandarlizard2I swear I only blinked! Really! O.O I have no idea where the evening went. >_>
It's not the job; that's fairly easy. It's the commute that's killing me. *shakes head* They say I'll be finished training by the end of March; I sure hope so. O.O; The gas cost is frightening.
Anyway; here you go, only a day late. That's not too bad, is it? I still fear not having anything to post when this part is finished.... >_> *eep*
Duo stalked into the office the next morning, with Heero trailing after him in high sulk.
“- still do not see the problem,” Heero muttered.
Duo rolled his eyes, not for the first time. “Dammit, what part of ‘hysterical Humans’ don’t you get, Yuy?!”
“I didn’t see anyone being hysterical,” Heero protested crossly. “Except for that fuckwit driver and he should have been hysterical.”
“They would have *shot* you! How many times do I have to say it?! You cannot go around being wildly different from what they expect, especially when they’re already excited and angry! Human cops take a lot of shit from bad Humans; they don’t always have time to wonder if the scary Dragon-monster is really a threat. Bad guys *shoot* at them! Frequently!” He spun on his heel and Heero almost ran into him. “I don’t want to lose you because some cop – or anyone else, dammit – thinks you’re the devil incarnate!” He glared at the Wyvern, hands on his hips, waiting for Heero’s next excuse.
Heero glared back and opened his mouth, then closed it again. All he had to do was apologize for scaring Duo half to death. Such a little thing, really, to make the Banshee stop huffing and puffing like an angry bull. He already knew better than to mention that bullets couldn’t hurt him in his Wyvern form; that had gotten him a twenty-minute rant that began with a shriek and ended with a door slammed in his face. It all came down to the fact that Duo had been afraid for him. His Chosen had been worried. Concerned. Frightened, even. That was really rather… warming. The Banshee cared, therefore the Banshee loved him. Right?
He cocked his head to the side and laid a hand on Duo’s arm. When he didn’t immediately shrug it off, Heero let his hand drift slowly down to clasp Duo’s. Duo stuck his nose in the air and raised one eyebrow. My, those were some fine eyebrows… Quite elegant and refined for one of the fey, who were usually earthier… After a momentary debate, eyelids slid to half mast and Heero dared slip his free arm around Duo’s waist.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured in the Banshee’s ear. “I couldn’t let him continue. He scared you; he injured so many other people. He might have killed someone when they cornered him.”
Duo leaned into him with a sigh. “You couldn’t have admitted that last night?” he grumbled.
“Um… Apparently not. I’m sorry for that, too.”
“Mother Sap Goddess, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,” Duo muttered. He smacked Heero’s shoulder lightly. “Warn me, dammit! You’re supposed to let me know what to expect, so I don’t come unglued. Damn Dragon.” He lifted his chin slightly. “Okay; you’re forgiven for almost getting yourself ventilated. Kiss me and let’s get to work.” Heero did so, with enthusiasm.
Normally, a kiss would be the first step toward bed, but since they had both wasted that opportunity with their mutual stubbornness, this would have to do until tonight. Heero determined to put every bit of apology, love and ‘want’ into it so that his Banshee wouldn’t forget. He wrapped Duo as close as he could and the Banshee returned the favor by wrapping one leg around Heero’s, giving the Wyvern an excellent reason to fondle that delightfully firm butt while he did his best to scour Duo’s tonsils, uvula and possibly the backs of those purple eyeballs.
When they finally parted, after a good three minutes, both of them panting and grinning, applause broke out around them.
Heero growled; Duo’s jaw dropped.
It's not the job; that's fairly easy. It's the commute that's killing me. *shakes head* They say I'll be finished training by the end of March; I sure hope so. O.O; The gas cost is frightening.
Anyway; here you go, only a day late. That's not too bad, is it? I still fear not having anything to post when this part is finished.... >_> *eep*
Duo stalked into the office the next morning, with Heero trailing after him in high sulk.
“- still do not see the problem,” Heero muttered.
Duo rolled his eyes, not for the first time. “Dammit, what part of ‘hysterical Humans’ don’t you get, Yuy?!”
“I didn’t see anyone being hysterical,” Heero protested crossly. “Except for that fuckwit driver and he should have been hysterical.”
“They would have *shot* you! How many times do I have to say it?! You cannot go around being wildly different from what they expect, especially when they’re already excited and angry! Human cops take a lot of shit from bad Humans; they don’t always have time to wonder if the scary Dragon-monster is really a threat. Bad guys *shoot* at them! Frequently!” He spun on his heel and Heero almost ran into him. “I don’t want to lose you because some cop – or anyone else, dammit – thinks you’re the devil incarnate!” He glared at the Wyvern, hands on his hips, waiting for Heero’s next excuse.
Heero glared back and opened his mouth, then closed it again. All he had to do was apologize for scaring Duo half to death. Such a little thing, really, to make the Banshee stop huffing and puffing like an angry bull. He already knew better than to mention that bullets couldn’t hurt him in his Wyvern form; that had gotten him a twenty-minute rant that began with a shriek and ended with a door slammed in his face. It all came down to the fact that Duo had been afraid for him. His Chosen had been worried. Concerned. Frightened, even. That was really rather… warming. The Banshee cared, therefore the Banshee loved him. Right?
He cocked his head to the side and laid a hand on Duo’s arm. When he didn’t immediately shrug it off, Heero let his hand drift slowly down to clasp Duo’s. Duo stuck his nose in the air and raised one eyebrow. My, those were some fine eyebrows… Quite elegant and refined for one of the fey, who were usually earthier… After a momentary debate, eyelids slid to half mast and Heero dared slip his free arm around Duo’s waist.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured in the Banshee’s ear. “I couldn’t let him continue. He scared you; he injured so many other people. He might have killed someone when they cornered him.”
Duo leaned into him with a sigh. “You couldn’t have admitted that last night?” he grumbled.
“Um… Apparently not. I’m sorry for that, too.”
“Mother Sap Goddess, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days,” Duo muttered. He smacked Heero’s shoulder lightly. “Warn me, dammit! You’re supposed to let me know what to expect, so I don’t come unglued. Damn Dragon.” He lifted his chin slightly. “Okay; you’re forgiven for almost getting yourself ventilated. Kiss me and let’s get to work.” Heero did so, with enthusiasm.
Normally, a kiss would be the first step toward bed, but since they had both wasted that opportunity with their mutual stubbornness, this would have to do until tonight. Heero determined to put every bit of apology, love and ‘want’ into it so that his Banshee wouldn’t forget. He wrapped Duo as close as he could and the Banshee returned the favor by wrapping one leg around Heero’s, giving the Wyvern an excellent reason to fondle that delightfully firm butt while he did his best to scour Duo’s tonsils, uvula and possibly the backs of those purple eyeballs.
When they finally parted, after a good three minutes, both of them panting and grinning, applause broke out around them.
Heero growled; Duo’s jaw dropped.
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 11:26 pm (UTC)It's so cute that Heero finds Duo's being mad at him heart warming!!
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:06 am (UTC)Wonderful stuff...and don't worry, we have faith in your ability to discover numerous pretty pink and purple plot bunnies for many parts to come.
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 01:47 am (UTC)I don't think Wyverns really believe that anyone they love would be seriously mad at them. ^.o
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:11 am (UTC)Don't worry about not having anything to post. I'm sure you'll come up with something great about Duo knitting something for Heero. Or Heero finding that perfect spinning wheel for Duo. Or something. *snerk*
NO I don't have spinning yarn on the brain right now, why do you ask?
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:54 am (UTC)Knitting... Hm... But I have no *time*! O.O
Duo doesn't spin... Do you? O.~ Spinning anything nifty? (says the grabby-paws dragon) ^___^
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Date: 2008-01-20 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 02:13 am (UTC)My aunt learned to spin for her weaving, but she only had one wheel. She liked the weaving part better; I think her arthritis interferred with the spinning. I always thought it would be nice to learn. ^___^
Oh, what kind of yarn? Anything funky like dog or possum? ^.o
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Date: 2008-01-20 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 02:43 am (UTC)Here's a link to a picture of one of my wheels. The other is a reproduction made in Amana, Ia. The man is now out of business or I'd send a link to that one too.
http://www.paradisefibers.com/wheels/schacht-single.asp
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Date: 2008-01-20 02:48 am (UTC)I see by the photo at the bottom of the parent page that someone has a Pyr, too. ^___^
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Date: 2008-01-20 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 02:55 am (UTC)^___^
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Date: 2008-01-20 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 03:57 am (UTC)Was this raw wool or already 'done'?
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Date: 2008-01-20 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-20 05:29 am (UTC)I love how Heero gets distracted by admiring Duo's eyebrows.
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Date: 2008-01-20 07:30 pm (UTC)