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storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 12:17 am
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Stolen (Eriol & Sakura gen)
Title: Stolen
Length: 165 words
Prompt: music meme: 06. "Killer Queen," Queen
Pairing: Eriol and Sakura gen
Other: Sequel to Steel. More spy AU. PG for discussion of murder.
Excerpt: "I don't think," he said carefully, "that killing is yours. I have come to offer you a business proposition."
There was the gun in her hand, an unfamiliar weight, and then the gun against his forehead and he didn't move. In fact, he hadn't moved at all. Not an inch. He blinked, showing that he was alive.
"What are you doing here? What is your purpose?"
"I don't think," he said carefully, "that killing is yours. I have come to offer you a business proposition."
He was remarkably calm for a man with a revolver pressed to his forehead. Just a twitch of fingers and his glasses would slide to the floor, along with most of his face (which would, she supposed, actually slide onto the walls, but she tried not to think of the end results when she did her job).
"What is it?" she said, trying her own smile, which was probably cold. She wasn't very good at subterfuge.
"Magic," he said, lifting a hand, and before her hand closed on the trigger, it had become a sheaf of roses.
Length: 165 words
Prompt: music meme: 06. "Killer Queen," Queen
Pairing: Eriol and Sakura gen
Other: Sequel to Steel. More spy AU. PG for discussion of murder.
Excerpt: "I don't think," he said carefully, "that killing is yours. I have come to offer you a business proposition."
There was the gun in her hand, an unfamiliar weight, and then the gun against his forehead and he didn't move. In fact, he hadn't moved at all. Not an inch. He blinked, showing that he was alive.
"What are you doing here? What is your purpose?"
"I don't think," he said carefully, "that killing is yours. I have come to offer you a business proposition."
He was remarkably calm for a man with a revolver pressed to his forehead. Just a twitch of fingers and his glasses would slide to the floor, along with most of his face (which would, she supposed, actually slide onto the walls, but she tried not to think of the end results when she did her job).
"What is it?" she said, trying her own smile, which was probably cold. She wasn't very good at subterfuge.
"Magic," he said, lifting a hand, and before her hand closed on the trigger, it had become a sheaf of roses.
