Quick ANCD Ficlet for Sage
Jul. 28th, 2007 12:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kolBecause you know Dee's not going to look at Galen for the first time and see a guy out of a romance novel...
In the Midst of the Crowd:
DeeDee was late. Sodding hell, she hated being late. It was always something these days, since that awful night at the tube. But today, she wasn't going to let any of that freak show stop her. Not today. Dee shoved her way through the mass of people, cursing whoever decided it would be a good idea to have a naffin' party right there in the bloody street. Vicious glares, hot enough to melt a zombie, were cast at any who dared not give way to her.
She just couldn't miss that train--
Her feet stopped before her brain connected the dots and came up with HIM, slouching right in front of her! The face right out of her blasted dreams, memories, of which he'd been in, always there, always bloody there, that face attached to a sodding giant that always towering above her, arms always poised to sweep her from harms way. Or cuff her a good one for being right stupid.
Insides shrank, twisting and tearing, as her posture curled within itself; she emerged five years old, with eyes only for HIM.
"Uncle Asiel?!" Her shock spilled from gapping mouth as she took every inch of him in, remembering, just superposed over a body fresh before her, as mind and soul argued themselves torn; to hug or to run the hell away. Especially after France.
But Dee did neither, facing burning as her lips closing around a teenager's mocking, defensive laugh. "My God, you look like a gorilla!"
In the Midst of the Crowd:
DeeDee was late. Sodding hell, she hated being late. It was always something these days, since that awful night at the tube. But today, she wasn't going to let any of that freak show stop her. Not today. Dee shoved her way through the mass of people, cursing whoever decided it would be a good idea to have a naffin' party right there in the bloody street. Vicious glares, hot enough to melt a zombie, were cast at any who dared not give way to her.
She just couldn't miss that train--
Her feet stopped before her brain connected the dots and came up with HIM, slouching right in front of her! The face right out of her blasted dreams, memories, of which he'd been in, always there, always bloody there, that face attached to a sodding giant that always towering above her, arms always poised to sweep her from harms way. Or cuff her a good one for being right stupid.
Insides shrank, twisting and tearing, as her posture curled within itself; she emerged five years old, with eyes only for HIM.
"Uncle Asiel?!" Her shock spilled from gapping mouth as she took every inch of him in, remembering, just superposed over a body fresh before her, as mind and soul argued themselves torn; to hug or to run the hell away. Especially after France.
But Dee did neither, facing burning as her lips closing around a teenager's mocking, defensive laugh. "My God, you look like a gorilla!"
