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[May 23] [Triskelion] Inevitable
Title: Inevitable
Day/Prompt: May 23/I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Fandom: Triskelion (Erin A. Bisson)
Character/Pairing: Winter/Makhaira
Rating/Warning(s): G/Pre-canon
Word Count: 200
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This was one of those inevitable things, Makhaira supposed, and Winter seemed far more accepting of his own situation than pretty much anybody else. But that was quintessential Winter, and it certainly wasn't Winter going down without a fight. The fight was just going to be a little different now. That, Makhaira was sure of.
There was a sharp tug at one of his braids and Makhaira nearly jumped.
"You're awake!" And possibly picked up some impressive melancholy floating around there, too.
"I am, though I'm not quite sure what's so interesting about the middle-distance," Winter replied. "I can see some pruning that needs to be done, and a bit of shaping, but I probably can't do that yet."
Makhaira wondered if he should offer. Winter hadn't actually let go of his hair though it took only a second to swap it out for his hand. There. That was better. He squeezed and Winter squeezed back, grip firm as ever.
"I'll get it when I can. I have plenty of time," Winter continued with an almost playful smile.
Always, and often unexpectedly so, considering some of the many things they'd been through, yes.
They did indeed have plenty of time.
Day/Prompt: May 23/I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Fandom: Triskelion (Erin A. Bisson)
Character/Pairing: Winter/Makhaira
Rating/Warning(s): G/Pre-canon
Word Count: 200
--
This was one of those inevitable things, Makhaira supposed, and Winter seemed far more accepting of his own situation than pretty much anybody else. But that was quintessential Winter, and it certainly wasn't Winter going down without a fight. The fight was just going to be a little different now. That, Makhaira was sure of.
There was a sharp tug at one of his braids and Makhaira nearly jumped.
"You're awake!" And possibly picked up some impressive melancholy floating around there, too.
"I am, though I'm not quite sure what's so interesting about the middle-distance," Winter replied. "I can see some pruning that needs to be done, and a bit of shaping, but I probably can't do that yet."
Makhaira wondered if he should offer. Winter hadn't actually let go of his hair though it took only a second to swap it out for his hand. There. That was better. He squeezed and Winter squeezed back, grip firm as ever.
"I'll get it when I can. I have plenty of time," Winter continued with an almost playful smile.
Always, and often unexpectedly so, considering some of the many things they'd been through, yes.
They did indeed have plenty of time.