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greenling) wrote in rainbowfic2016-01-24 12:43 am
Blue Opal #17, Goddamnit Green #15
Name: Greenling
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Blue Opal #17 (Hear both sides), Goddamnit Green #15 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Image)
Word Count: 757
Rating: G
Warnings: Alcohol mention.
Summary: Alex and Diana meet and talk about work. Not sure where this is in the timeline, kinda feeling out the plot right now.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Alex tapped his fingers gingerly against the table and tried not to be worried. The air was chilly inside the restaurant, and he pretended the shiver running down his spine was just the air conditioning. Three minutes- he'd give her three more minutes, then he'd call, and if that didn't work he'd...
Well, he didn't know what he'd do. His imagination stopped there, frozen by endless terrible complications there was no use going into. He went back to staring at his drink, following the swirling mix of blues and lighter blues with his eyes. The thing was gigantic, but mostly ice; he had no idea why he'd ordered it. It was also as treacly as the songs playing at a nearly imperceptible volume from the ceiling. His Spanish wasn't good, had never been great, but he got the gist.
Diana appeared out of nowhere, clapping him on the shoulder and sitting down across from him with a thud and a heavy breath. He jumped at the touch, then rolled his shoulders reflexively and tried to relax, allowing his lips to twitch upward into a smirk.
"You're late," he said, judging it would improve her mood. Several things caught his eye as he sat down: she looked physically tired and was sweating a little, her body language was open and relaxed, and she was wearing her eyepatch again. The last one made him tense.
She sat up straight and fiddled with her hair, tossing it out of her face and over the back of the booth seat. "Yeah. I am. You hungry?" Her expression was neutral, normal-neutral and not hiding-something-neutral. It wasn't that hot outside, and she wasn't shivering in the AC, so she was probably sweating from exertion and it had been, what, at least a few hours? Possibly a couple of days since whatever she did to blind herself again? Probably not why she was late, at least not directly, which meant no immediate danger.
"A little. Food any good here?"
"Hell if I know. I just want some pig in a tortilla."
Alex nodded vaguely. Diana was acting normal, outside of being tired, outside of the eyepatch. His curiosity was piqued, but his nerves settled down to a wary prickle. A waitress came over to take her drink order and he decided to ask for a Coke.
"So," he prompted once they were alone again.
"How've you been?"
"All right." He paused, hoping Diana would fill the space, but no. "My mother's doing better. She was making jokes about us all crowding her by the time I left."
"Sounds nice," Diana said sharply- then after a moment, more sincerely: "Glad to hear it. I'm sure she appreciated you coming down."
There was a long moment of awkwardness. The waitress came back and they ordered food; Alex decided on a taco plate with avocado slices on the side.
Diana sighed heavily, fiddling with her straw. "Sorry. I'm not in a great mood."
"I can tell," he said in a sympathetic tone.
"Did I manage to offend you?"
The music in the background changed to something more upbeat. Alex's lips quirked, and he decided to be truthful. "Less than you're making me curious."
Diana nodded. "I wanted to talk to you about work."
"Something happening locally?"
"Yeah, but that's not why. I'd like you to follow Rowan to the Rockies thing."
The sidhe convocation, Alex remembered, and frowned deeply at the thought. He still wasn't sure how he felt about shapeshifters. "Follow... as in..."
"Find a way to go. I'm busy and too partisan to spy, the newbie's busy, and I can't ask him."
Alex looked Diana in the eye and tried to read her. There was a slight tension in her hands and the set of her jaw, but that was normal; no amusement in her eyes, or anything that pointed to anger. It seemed to be a plain request.
"What do you mean, partisan?"
"I mean I want to know if they're all serious about the olive branch, and whether anybody's planning to fuck it up. And I don't want to be one of those people."
There was the anger. "Hm. All right." Alex took a moment to sip his soda, pushing the giant blue thing over towards the edge of the table. "Meanwhile, what's going on here in the Windy City?"
Diana sighed, a deep, resigned sigh coupled with her hands clenching into fists. "Vampires."
"Ah." Alex frowned again. He began to feel enlightened, and that he might want the blue thing after all.
Story: All Great Things
Colors: Blue Opal #17 (Hear both sides), Goddamnit Green #15 (Image)
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Image)
Word Count: 757
Rating: G
Warnings: Alcohol mention.
Summary: Alex and Diana meet and talk about work. Not sure where this is in the timeline, kinda feeling out the plot right now.
Comments, criticism, and questions are all appreciated.
Alex tapped his fingers gingerly against the table and tried not to be worried. The air was chilly inside the restaurant, and he pretended the shiver running down his spine was just the air conditioning. Three minutes- he'd give her three more minutes, then he'd call, and if that didn't work he'd...
Well, he didn't know what he'd do. His imagination stopped there, frozen by endless terrible complications there was no use going into. He went back to staring at his drink, following the swirling mix of blues and lighter blues with his eyes. The thing was gigantic, but mostly ice; he had no idea why he'd ordered it. It was also as treacly as the songs playing at a nearly imperceptible volume from the ceiling. His Spanish wasn't good, had never been great, but he got the gist.
Diana appeared out of nowhere, clapping him on the shoulder and sitting down across from him with a thud and a heavy breath. He jumped at the touch, then rolled his shoulders reflexively and tried to relax, allowing his lips to twitch upward into a smirk.
"You're late," he said, judging it would improve her mood. Several things caught his eye as he sat down: she looked physically tired and was sweating a little, her body language was open and relaxed, and she was wearing her eyepatch again. The last one made him tense.
She sat up straight and fiddled with her hair, tossing it out of her face and over the back of the booth seat. "Yeah. I am. You hungry?" Her expression was neutral, normal-neutral and not hiding-something-neutral. It wasn't that hot outside, and she wasn't shivering in the AC, so she was probably sweating from exertion and it had been, what, at least a few hours? Possibly a couple of days since whatever she did to blind herself again? Probably not why she was late, at least not directly, which meant no immediate danger.
"A little. Food any good here?"
"Hell if I know. I just want some pig in a tortilla."
Alex nodded vaguely. Diana was acting normal, outside of being tired, outside of the eyepatch. His curiosity was piqued, but his nerves settled down to a wary prickle. A waitress came over to take her drink order and he decided to ask for a Coke.
"So," he prompted once they were alone again.
"How've you been?"
"All right." He paused, hoping Diana would fill the space, but no. "My mother's doing better. She was making jokes about us all crowding her by the time I left."
"Sounds nice," Diana said sharply- then after a moment, more sincerely: "Glad to hear it. I'm sure she appreciated you coming down."
There was a long moment of awkwardness. The waitress came back and they ordered food; Alex decided on a taco plate with avocado slices on the side.
Diana sighed heavily, fiddling with her straw. "Sorry. I'm not in a great mood."
"I can tell," he said in a sympathetic tone.
"Did I manage to offend you?"
The music in the background changed to something more upbeat. Alex's lips quirked, and he decided to be truthful. "Less than you're making me curious."
Diana nodded. "I wanted to talk to you about work."
"Something happening locally?"
"Yeah, but that's not why. I'd like you to follow Rowan to the Rockies thing."
The sidhe convocation, Alex remembered, and frowned deeply at the thought. He still wasn't sure how he felt about shapeshifters. "Follow... as in..."
"Find a way to go. I'm busy and too partisan to spy, the newbie's busy, and I can't ask him."
Alex looked Diana in the eye and tried to read her. There was a slight tension in her hands and the set of her jaw, but that was normal; no amusement in her eyes, or anything that pointed to anger. It seemed to be a plain request.
"What do you mean, partisan?"
"I mean I want to know if they're all serious about the olive branch, and whether anybody's planning to fuck it up. And I don't want to be one of those people."
There was the anger. "Hm. All right." Alex took a moment to sip his soda, pushing the giant blue thing over towards the edge of the table. "Meanwhile, what's going on here in the Windy City?"
Diana sighed, a deep, resigned sigh coupled with her hands clenching into fists. "Vampires."
"Ah." Alex frowned again. He began to feel enlightened, and that he might want the blue thing after all.
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