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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-23 08:59 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-23 08:59 pm
Definition of Fun
Title: Definition of Fun
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 912
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest; brief mentions of Tiberius McLaggen, Van Grants, Lucius Malfoy
Pairing(s): Maybe a small hint of Sync/Miho
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by this thread. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alory_shannon Surprise~ :D
As soon as they reached their destination, something within her shifted in the worst way imaginable and the young witch had to rush to remove the face cloth before emptying all the contents in her stomach into a nearby patch of grass. She could feel the acid slowly burn at the inside of her throat; had felt it threaten to spill out through the girl's nose as she bent a little too far over the side of the path. It was then Miho decided that it was a disgusting and vile thing, disappariting and appariting from one place to another. Almost as horrid and foul as the sick feeling she had now, after her first experience with using it. But there was no quicker way to travel, as he had said. Then again, neither one of them were even old enough to learn how to do it properly.
"Sorry," Sync mumbled over his shoulder, sounding more nonchalant than concerned about her well-being, "I guess I should've warned you about that."
Wiping the edge of her mouth clean and trying her best to ignore the aftertaste of the bile, the young witch cast a muted glare at the sleek lines of his back. The thought of 'yes' came to mind as the Slytherin girl did, along with a slur of other choice thoughts on what she would love to have impressed on him for the supposed slip. But there was no time for that. Besides, the trouble of finding a new partner was a task Miho was unwilling to endure for the sake of her own revenge. Sync might have been an arrogant and reckless snob of a villain, but he complimented her skills exceptionally. There was no better team among The Pure Blood Society's new recruits than them.
"Put that thing back on," he urged -- ordered -- gesturing to the mouth cloth hanging around her neck, "No one's supposed to know who we are."
And with that, he slid his own mask into place. She did the same a split second later, pulling the veil up over the bridge of her nose while it hung down and covered the rest of the girl's face. And then it was just a simple matter of taking his offered hand, doing so without hesitation as they began their walk to the house.
"They hide the keys upstairs," he whispered into her ear, making it very apparent of how close the two were actually standing beside each other as they walked up, "The guards change shifts every three hours, and there's a patrol that goes around every two so you'll have to time it just right if you can manage it."
Breathing in, the girl tightened her grip around the other's elbow as a sort of warning for him to watch his words, if only for the sake of their mission from the Society. And it was with a level of control and restraint that Miho simply shifted her glance to the side in his direction, taking his words to be a delicate balance between informative and insulting; a talent, she had noticed over the years, the young wizard had a very fine knack for exploiting at every given opportunity available. But then, she supposed Van Grants had done the same and he was simply leading by example.
They were stopped at the door as all the other guests were, and made to present their invitations, a request that was easily satisfied with the stolen envelope courtesy of one Tiberius McLaggen. Afterwards, a curtsy to match his bow was all that was left before they were waved to head on in.
"By the way, I'm impressed by your costume," the young wizard felt the need to say through the thin plate of his mask, "You actually look decent."
This time, Miho gave him a particularly sharp look that could have very well killed if it weren't for the attention it would draw. And Sync was perfectly aware of that, she knew, doing nothing to hide the muffled chuckle he gave at the no doubt useless and pointless way she narrowed her eyes at him. -- "Careful, darling." His voice was practically dripping with a sinister sort of satisfaction and she could practically hear the familiar smirk spread across his lips as his fingers gripped around her forearm and her brought her closer with a strong tug. "Wouldn't want the other guest to see us squabbling, now, especially Lucius." -- She felt a nerve at the very edge of her brow twitch at that, though there were no other outward signs of her annoyance. Even so, she allowed her eyes to wander through the room and instantly found the head of the Malfoy family not too far away looking rather attentive to the growing crowd of guests gathering in the McLadden household. Ministry associates only. And to add a more festive feeling to their meeting, the invitation had strongly suggested coming in costume, which was convenient for them and the Society's plan to secure the means of entering the Ministry undetected.
Carefully and deliberately, Sync glided his hand down to grip her own and lightly pressed the back of it against the bottom half of his mask. "Choose your moment carefully. And remember, have fun."
And then he was gone, disappearing into the press of bodies while she was left alone to finish out the rest of their assignment. And curiously glancing down at her hand.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 912
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest; brief mentions of Tiberius McLaggen, Van Grants, Lucius Malfoy
Pairing(s): Maybe a small hint of Sync/Miho
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by this thread. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.
Dedicated to:
alory_shannon Surprise~ :DAs soon as they reached their destination, something within her shifted in the worst way imaginable and the young witch had to rush to remove the face cloth before emptying all the contents in her stomach into a nearby patch of grass. She could feel the acid slowly burn at the inside of her throat; had felt it threaten to spill out through the girl's nose as she bent a little too far over the side of the path. It was then Miho decided that it was a disgusting and vile thing, disappariting and appariting from one place to another. Almost as horrid and foul as the sick feeling she had now, after her first experience with using it. But there was no quicker way to travel, as he had said. Then again, neither one of them were even old enough to learn how to do it properly.
"Sorry," Sync mumbled over his shoulder, sounding more nonchalant than concerned about her well-being, "I guess I should've warned you about that."
Wiping the edge of her mouth clean and trying her best to ignore the aftertaste of the bile, the young witch cast a muted glare at the sleek lines of his back. The thought of 'yes' came to mind as the Slytherin girl did, along with a slur of other choice thoughts on what she would love to have impressed on him for the supposed slip. But there was no time for that. Besides, the trouble of finding a new partner was a task Miho was unwilling to endure for the sake of her own revenge. Sync might have been an arrogant and reckless snob of a villain, but he complimented her skills exceptionally. There was no better team among The Pure Blood Society's new recruits than them.
"Put that thing back on," he urged -- ordered -- gesturing to the mouth cloth hanging around her neck, "No one's supposed to know who we are."
And with that, he slid his own mask into place. She did the same a split second later, pulling the veil up over the bridge of her nose while it hung down and covered the rest of the girl's face. And then it was just a simple matter of taking his offered hand, doing so without hesitation as they began their walk to the house.
"They hide the keys upstairs," he whispered into her ear, making it very apparent of how close the two were actually standing beside each other as they walked up, "The guards change shifts every three hours, and there's a patrol that goes around every two so you'll have to time it just right if you can manage it."
Breathing in, the girl tightened her grip around the other's elbow as a sort of warning for him to watch his words, if only for the sake of their mission from the Society. And it was with a level of control and restraint that Miho simply shifted her glance to the side in his direction, taking his words to be a delicate balance between informative and insulting; a talent, she had noticed over the years, the young wizard had a very fine knack for exploiting at every given opportunity available. But then, she supposed Van Grants had done the same and he was simply leading by example.
They were stopped at the door as all the other guests were, and made to present their invitations, a request that was easily satisfied with the stolen envelope courtesy of one Tiberius McLaggen. Afterwards, a curtsy to match his bow was all that was left before they were waved to head on in.
"By the way, I'm impressed by your costume," the young wizard felt the need to say through the thin plate of his mask, "You actually look decent."
This time, Miho gave him a particularly sharp look that could have very well killed if it weren't for the attention it would draw. And Sync was perfectly aware of that, she knew, doing nothing to hide the muffled chuckle he gave at the no doubt useless and pointless way she narrowed her eyes at him. -- "Careful, darling." His voice was practically dripping with a sinister sort of satisfaction and she could practically hear the familiar smirk spread across his lips as his fingers gripped around her forearm and her brought her closer with a strong tug. "Wouldn't want the other guest to see us squabbling, now, especially Lucius." -- She felt a nerve at the very edge of her brow twitch at that, though there were no other outward signs of her annoyance. Even so, she allowed her eyes to wander through the room and instantly found the head of the Malfoy family not too far away looking rather attentive to the growing crowd of guests gathering in the McLadden household. Ministry associates only. And to add a more festive feeling to their meeting, the invitation had strongly suggested coming in costume, which was convenient for them and the Society's plan to secure the means of entering the Ministry undetected.
Carefully and deliberately, Sync glided his hand down to grip her own and lightly pressed the back of it against the bottom half of his mask. "Choose your moment carefully. And remember, have fun."
And then he was gone, disappearing into the press of bodies while she was left alone to finish out the rest of their assignment. And curiously glancing down at her hand.