The Violin
Title: The Violin
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/77. Instrument
Character/Pairing: Christian Summers, Lear Frost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: In which there is a discussion of music, and a certain father.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine, you understand? MINE!
Christian plucked at the violin’s strings. “You don’t strike me as the classical music type,” he admitted to his cousin as Lear carefully took the instrument from him. “Your father’s a musician,” he added, keeping his tone casual.
“I saw the Skrull Beatles in concert a few years back,” Lear said. “I own their albums. I know.” He picked up the bow, brought the violin up, and played a few melancholy notes. “I don’t think I want to meet him,” he went on. “You make my life complicated enough.”
“I don’t like family secrets,” Christian said sourly. “It always ends badly. Hell, just look at us.” He raked a hand through his hair. “And there’s the little brother an sister you’ve got…”
“One of whom is evil, and the other kisses random men.” Lear played the beginning of a tune. “Like I said, too complicated for my tastes. I was happy being normal.”
“I never meant to get you involved in any of this,” Christian sighed. “If Lance had bothered to ask me-”
“You’d be dead at the hands of a crazed telepath. I was the right man for the job, and I’m not gonna bitch because of that.”
Christian shook his head. “Lance could have found someone else.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/77. Instrument
Character/Pairing: Christian Summers, Lear Frost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: In which there is a discussion of music, and a certain father.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine, you understand? MINE!
Christian plucked at the violin’s strings. “You don’t strike me as the classical music type,” he admitted to his cousin as Lear carefully took the instrument from him. “Your father’s a musician,” he added, keeping his tone casual.
“I saw the Skrull Beatles in concert a few years back,” Lear said. “I own their albums. I know.” He picked up the bow, brought the violin up, and played a few melancholy notes. “I don’t think I want to meet him,” he went on. “You make my life complicated enough.”
“I don’t like family secrets,” Christian said sourly. “It always ends badly. Hell, just look at us.” He raked a hand through his hair. “And there’s the little brother an sister you’ve got…”
“One of whom is evil, and the other kisses random men.” Lear played the beginning of a tune. “Like I said, too complicated for my tastes. I was happy being normal.”
“I never meant to get you involved in any of this,” Christian sighed. “If Lance had bothered to ask me-”
“You’d be dead at the hands of a crazed telepath. I was the right man for the job, and I’m not gonna bitch because of that.”
Christian shook his head. “Lance could have found someone else.”