Fic - Young At Heart
Okay, this one is just silly.
Category: Rainbow Series
FanFic100 prompt: 018 - Black
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 4 - Young spirit
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Word count: 177
Rating: G
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Summary: Dorian shows Klaus his technique. No not that one!
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 31, 2007
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Color Eight - Black
Young At Heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes…
“Hurry up!”
“Shhhh! We’ll be heard.”
“I can’t see a damned thing.”
“You don’t steal in broad daylight.”
“It’s black as pitch out here.”
“Stop complaining, you twit.”
“Who are you calling a twit? Twit!”
“Sssssshhhhhh!”
Suddenly bright light spilled into the blackness as a window opened.
“What in the name of blue blazes?”
Bonham leaned out the window, looking down at two pairs of wide eyes gazing guiltily up at him. They belonged to the two men dressed in black and clinging to a rope attached to the side of the building. “M’lord, what you be doing at this hour?”
Dorian cleared his throat, throwing a nervous glance over at Klaus. “I was…um, just showing the Major my technique.”
“In this damp?”
Dorian bristled. “Are you insinuated that I’m…old?”
“You’re not exactly a spring chicken,” Klaus chided.
“Look who’s talking!”
Bonham rolled his eyes, pulling the window closed as the pair continued to argue. At least the Earl hadn’t commented on his age, he thought gratefully. If he had, he might've found his rope being accidentally cut.
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Category: Rainbow Series
FanFic100 prompt: 018 - Black
Pyramid_Dares: Set 2, Level 4 - Young spirit
My Tables 'O Links -- Pyramid table, FanFic100 Table
Word count: 177
Rating: G
Pairings: Dorian/Klaus
Summary: Dorian shows Klaus his technique. No not that one!
By: Margaret Price
Written: August 31, 2007
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Color Eight - Black
Young At Heart
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes…
“Hurry up!”
“Shhhh! We’ll be heard.”
“I can’t see a damned thing.”
“You don’t steal in broad daylight.”
“It’s black as pitch out here.”
“Stop complaining, you twit.”
“Who are you calling a twit? Twit!”
“Sssssshhhhhh!”
Suddenly bright light spilled into the blackness as a window opened.
“What in the name of blue blazes?”
Bonham leaned out the window, looking down at two pairs of wide eyes gazing guiltily up at him. They belonged to the two men dressed in black and clinging to a rope attached to the side of the building. “M’lord, what you be doing at this hour?”
Dorian cleared his throat, throwing a nervous glance over at Klaus. “I was…um, just showing the Major my technique.”
“In this damp?”
Dorian bristled. “Are you insinuated that I’m…old?”
“You’re not exactly a spring chicken,” Klaus chided.
“Look who’s talking!”
Bonham rolled his eyes, pulling the window closed as the pair continued to argue. At least the Earl hadn’t commented on his age, he thought gratefully. If he had, he might've found his rope being accidentally cut.
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