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GW/Temeraire -- Dragons and their Boys -- Sweet Music
400 words. XD;
The violin and the flute sang together, sharp-sweet and husky notes winding around each other like two dragons rising in a tight spiral. The high, vaulted ceilings only amplified it, so that the music spilled over into the garden.
Two dragons who had just met, she judged from the times they didn't keep in formation and one would lag or add a few entirely unnecessary flourishes, but outside of battles dragons only flew inside each other's trajectory for very specific reasons.
"So," she inquired blandly, laying her head down in front of one of the huge French doors so she could see her handler. "Nice mating ritual. Getting you anywhere yet?"
The violin gave a shrill, discordant wail and went silent. The human with the shiny hair started going red in the face. Trowa lowered the flute and sighed quietly, giving her a reproving look. Heavyarms scratched the underside of her jaw with a thick, dulled claw.
"We were not -- this isn't--" the boy sputtered.
She gave him an amused look as Trowa stopped him with a lifted hand and turned to her. "What do you want?"
She considered. "Hm. Nothing." A small tilt of her head, so she could see the blond rider better over the thick spurs that framed her jaw. "Maybe give hints to your dragon. He's not half as good at flirting as you are."
Behind her the ochre-and-sand dragon sputtered. "I beg you pardon! That is called being hospitable!"
She scratched her chin some more, watching him heavy-lidded. "A whole cow?" A fat one, too. Very tasty. He'd even let her kill it herself, her first blood, first taste of protein not grown in a vat.
It wasn't a bad attempt at flirting, at that, but...
"Do you... have an issue with Sandrock? I really wished we all could get along--"
"Actually, it's a rather good sign," Trowa said. She eyeballed him. Trowa smirked faintly, but when the boy asked "It is?" he refused to explain.
Good. Took all the fun out of teasing if he was going to warn people that she only did it to people she liked.
When she didn't like people, why waste time and effort antagonizing them when she could just stomp them flat? It didn't take any energy, just gravity. Besides if she kept Sandrock on his toes maybe he'd bring her another cow.
The violin and the flute sang together, sharp-sweet and husky notes winding around each other like two dragons rising in a tight spiral. The high, vaulted ceilings only amplified it, so that the music spilled over into the garden.
Two dragons who had just met, she judged from the times they didn't keep in formation and one would lag or add a few entirely unnecessary flourishes, but outside of battles dragons only flew inside each other's trajectory for very specific reasons.
"So," she inquired blandly, laying her head down in front of one of the huge French doors so she could see her handler. "Nice mating ritual. Getting you anywhere yet?"
The violin gave a shrill, discordant wail and went silent. The human with the shiny hair started going red in the face. Trowa lowered the flute and sighed quietly, giving her a reproving look. Heavyarms scratched the underside of her jaw with a thick, dulled claw.
"We were not -- this isn't--" the boy sputtered.
She gave him an amused look as Trowa stopped him with a lifted hand and turned to her. "What do you want?"
She considered. "Hm. Nothing." A small tilt of her head, so she could see the blond rider better over the thick spurs that framed her jaw. "Maybe give hints to your dragon. He's not half as good at flirting as you are."
Behind her the ochre-and-sand dragon sputtered. "I beg you pardon! That is called being hospitable!"
She scratched her chin some more, watching him heavy-lidded. "A whole cow?" A fat one, too. Very tasty. He'd even let her kill it herself, her first blood, first taste of protein not grown in a vat.
It wasn't a bad attempt at flirting, at that, but...
"Do you... have an issue with Sandrock? I really wished we all could get along--"
"Actually, it's a rather good sign," Trowa said. She eyeballed him. Trowa smirked faintly, but when the boy asked "It is?" he refused to explain.
Good. Took all the fun out of teasing if he was going to warn people that she only did it to people she liked.
When she didn't like people, why waste time and effort antagonizing them when she could just stomp them flat? It didn't take any energy, just gravity. Besides if she kept Sandrock on his toes maybe he'd bring her another cow.
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I love how practical Heavyarms is -- of course there's no sense wasting time and attention teasing people you're just going to dispose of. And she approaches music criticism from the perspective of mating flights? Wonderful. :-)
I also really like the little background detail of the cow being the first time she's killed and eaten an actual animal -- I guess it would be a lot simpler to grow artificial meat than to keep livestock on space stations.
Is there a reason Heavyarms thinks of Trowa as No-name at first, and then switches to his secondhand name?
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Oh right, uh. I was vaguely thinking that she might have known the *first* trowa and she differentiates them in her mind, but it wouldn't gel. I forgot to take this ref out. I might write something else/retcon it later if i can figure out how to explain that idea.
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*tosses plot bunnies at you and hopes one will bite*
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But that makes things a bit hard to mesh with how original Trowa died because he saw they were about to betray the original operation meteor plan. He'd be more likely to get pissed off at Heavyarms for not choosing him and messing with the plan (and then get offed to protect her), and not because the scientists/people all around were conspiring against his family's plot and he found out. Unless they arranged for Heavyarms to hatch when he wasn't here and Nanashi was, and he found THAT out, but. Argh. I can't figure it out.
Hey, maybe he's still alive. Who knows. XD
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I love how Trowa didnt deny anything, and im sure Quatre, while denying it vocally was giddy on the inside.
I dunno whats cuter in this scene tho, Q & T or Heavy Arms & Sandrock, oh those two are gonna be a cute couple too
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Wing Zero is their mama, isn't she? And Tallgeese is papa.
...There could be some comedy in Wing really really approving of Relena long before Heero gets over being... well, Heero-like.
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Hm, Wing and Relena interaction. *ponders*
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Have you got anything in mind for Wufei yet? Bc, for instance, if you went with Altron instead of Shenlong as the base of your cross-over-ness, it could be a two-headed dragon. And how much more frustrating would that be...
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