Silent Night
Title: Silent Night
Fandom: Watchmen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 857
Characters: Dan Dreiberg/Nite Owl II, Walter Joseph Kovacs/Rorschach
Prompt: Flyingrat42's Improv Challenge: 'Dan ducked, but it was too late.'
Original Post: Click Here.
Author's Notes:
There was a fresh blanket of snow covering the empty streets. Several inches of it in fact. It had been snowing heavily throughout the night and the wintry blizzard was finally beginning to let up as Nite Owl and Rorschach finished their patrol. The moon cast a resplendent glow over the sleeping city, and the streetlights, a golden haze to that. The powder fell so slowly that the flakes seemed to float in the luminescent light. It reminded Nite Owl of the slow dance that dust particles step in drowsy beams of sunlight and it made him feel warm despite the chilling wind.
Nite Owl took the remote from his utility belt to call down Archie... When something hit him on the back of the head with a soft fffp. He turned to find is partner standing several yards away, hands behind his back and his head tilted up as if to peer at the sky. Rorschach was a fine actor but he could never outright lie to his partner, and his loose, unfocused body language belied his lie.
-Wasn't me!-
Nite Owl squatted quickly to his knees, his grin wide as tried to pack a fistful of snow. A flash of white and a flurry of the stuff came at him again. Lower to the ground and away, he ducked, but it was too late. He was practically knocked over when yet another snowball came his way, getting him in the face. It blinded him as it, in turn, packed to his goggles.
He wiped them off and pulled them away to uncover his eyes, setting them against the crown of his cowl as he stared hard at his partner. Rorschach stared back, playfully tossing another ball of the moist powder between his gloved hands. It was a challenge, one that other man was more than willing to take.
Nite Owl launched himself at his partner so abruptly that Rorschach dropped the snowball, quickly forgetting it as he dashed down the street. He was fast, but Nite Owl had longer legs and was right as his heels.
He tackled
-"Gotcha!"-
Rorschach against the hard, unforgiving sidewalk. They were both laughing, Nite Owl in his warm, affable manner as he sat astride Rorschach, whose chuckle was little more than a deep, low huff fogged in the air, made the snow beneath his chin flutter along the ground.
Nite Owl rocked back on his knees and let his partner turn over onto his back beneath him before he bent down again. He spread his arms out, forearms pressed to the concrete around where he had tackled Rorschach, and used his arms like shovels to scoop the powder onto his partner. Rorschach made a soft aahck! sound and then suddenly, swiftly, they were flipped over, the smaller man straddling the larger, pinning him to the ground.
Nite Owl grinned up at him, laughing again as Rorschach pushed his crushed fedora off his head, punching the dents out of it before replacing it, and wiped the wetness off of the latex, grumbling. He reached up to flick a bit of snow off of his partner's cheek, to touch his mask, but Rorschach flinched away, expecting less the affection than another attack. The laughter died away and the larger man smiled fondly at his friend.
He lifted a tentative hand to Rorschach's face once more. "The blots are hardly moving. Is your face cold?"
"Little bit," Rorschach admitted.
Nite Owl's other hand came up and he didn't flinch away that time, not realizing the other man's misdirection, distracting him long enough to gather a loose fist of snow to toss up at him and down into his trench coat.
"Ehhn! Nite Owl!" Rorschach complained, shoving at him uselessly, backing away and off of him.
Nite Owl gave a triumphant hoot and sat up beside him, watching him tug his scarf down and the first few buttons of the shirt beneath, shaking it out and swiping at the wet, pink skin of his neck and over collarbones. His snickers faded and he closed in for the kill, snatching Rorschach's wrist and sinking to press his cool lips to the pit of his partner's neck, an apology.
Rorschach started impulsively, sighing another puff of air as he resisted the urge to avert the gesture, but then turned his head to accept another apology with a slow breath.
"Let's head back to the Nest," Nite Owl whispered under his jaw, trailing several smaller apologies up his neck, working his way up to Rorschach's covered lips. "For some, uh, dry clothes and hot cocoa, I mean," he added needlessly.
Rorschach snorted and nodded curtly, lips parting beneath the mask to accept and forgive. "Of course," he whispered as Nite Owl pulled away, adjusting and tightening his scarf for him.
"Merry Christmas, Daniel." The black and white fluid over his features failed to mimic the simpered, complacent expression beneath, but was intoned as such in his voice.
"Yeah, you too, Walter." Daniel managed, somehow, to dodge a pointblank assault of snow and they both scrambled to their feet to race down the street.
Fandom: Watchmen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 857
Characters: Dan Dreiberg/Nite Owl II, Walter Joseph Kovacs/Rorschach
Prompt: Flyingrat42's Improv Challenge: 'Dan ducked, but it was too late.'
Original Post: Click Here.
Author's Notes:
There was a fresh blanket of snow covering the empty streets. Several inches of it in fact. It had been snowing heavily throughout the night and the wintry blizzard was finally beginning to let up as Nite Owl and Rorschach finished their patrol. The moon cast a resplendent glow over the sleeping city, and the streetlights, a golden haze to that. The powder fell so slowly that the flakes seemed to float in the luminescent light. It reminded Nite Owl of the slow dance that dust particles step in drowsy beams of sunlight and it made him feel warm despite the chilling wind.
Nite Owl took the remote from his utility belt to call down Archie... When something hit him on the back of the head with a soft fffp. He turned to find is partner standing several yards away, hands behind his back and his head tilted up as if to peer at the sky. Rorschach was a fine actor but he could never outright lie to his partner, and his loose, unfocused body language belied his lie.
-Wasn't me!-
Nite Owl squatted quickly to his knees, his grin wide as tried to pack a fistful of snow. A flash of white and a flurry of the stuff came at him again. Lower to the ground and away, he ducked, but it was too late. He was practically knocked over when yet another snowball came his way, getting him in the face. It blinded him as it, in turn, packed to his goggles.
He wiped them off and pulled them away to uncover his eyes, setting them against the crown of his cowl as he stared hard at his partner. Rorschach stared back, playfully tossing another ball of the moist powder between his gloved hands. It was a challenge, one that other man was more than willing to take.
Nite Owl launched himself at his partner so abruptly that Rorschach dropped the snowball, quickly forgetting it as he dashed down the street. He was fast, but Nite Owl had longer legs and was right as his heels.
He tackled
-"Gotcha!"-
Rorschach against the hard, unforgiving sidewalk. They were both laughing, Nite Owl in his warm, affable manner as he sat astride Rorschach, whose chuckle was little more than a deep, low huff fogged in the air, made the snow beneath his chin flutter along the ground.
Nite Owl rocked back on his knees and let his partner turn over onto his back beneath him before he bent down again. He spread his arms out, forearms pressed to the concrete around where he had tackled Rorschach, and used his arms like shovels to scoop the powder onto his partner. Rorschach made a soft aahck! sound and then suddenly, swiftly, they were flipped over, the smaller man straddling the larger, pinning him to the ground.
Nite Owl grinned up at him, laughing again as Rorschach pushed his crushed fedora off his head, punching the dents out of it before replacing it, and wiped the wetness off of the latex, grumbling. He reached up to flick a bit of snow off of his partner's cheek, to touch his mask, but Rorschach flinched away, expecting less the affection than another attack. The laughter died away and the larger man smiled fondly at his friend.
He lifted a tentative hand to Rorschach's face once more. "The blots are hardly moving. Is your face cold?"
"Little bit," Rorschach admitted.
Nite Owl's other hand came up and he didn't flinch away that time, not realizing the other man's misdirection, distracting him long enough to gather a loose fist of snow to toss up at him and down into his trench coat.
"Ehhn! Nite Owl!" Rorschach complained, shoving at him uselessly, backing away and off of him.
Nite Owl gave a triumphant hoot and sat up beside him, watching him tug his scarf down and the first few buttons of the shirt beneath, shaking it out and swiping at the wet, pink skin of his neck and over collarbones. His snickers faded and he closed in for the kill, snatching Rorschach's wrist and sinking to press his cool lips to the pit of his partner's neck, an apology.
Rorschach started impulsively, sighing another puff of air as he resisted the urge to avert the gesture, but then turned his head to accept another apology with a slow breath.
"Let's head back to the Nest," Nite Owl whispered under his jaw, trailing several smaller apologies up his neck, working his way up to Rorschach's covered lips. "For some, uh, dry clothes and hot cocoa, I mean," he added needlessly.
Rorschach snorted and nodded curtly, lips parting beneath the mask to accept and forgive. "Of course," he whispered as Nite Owl pulled away, adjusting and tightening his scarf for him.
"Merry Christmas, Daniel." The black and white fluid over his features failed to mimic the simpered, complacent expression beneath, but was intoned as such in his voice.
"Yeah, you too, Walter." Daniel managed, somehow, to dodge a pointblank assault of snow and they both scrambled to their feet to race down the street.