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tristranthorn) wrote2008-11-30 11:00 pm
tristranthorn) wrote2008-11-30 11:00 pm
[029] OOM - IV of VII - The plot, as always, must thicken
It isn't very long (by normal standards, anyway) until the vultures return to the brig where Tristran and Yvaine are kept in captivity.
To Tristran, however, it feels as though he's been here in the same bloody position (his legs and arms aching, his nose itchy, his wrists stinging) for nearly three decades.
Conversation was made between the star and the half-faerie man, but even that became a little tiring when each Escape Plan was very soon promptly vetoed by the other. Not to mention, as the hours passed, so did the quality of their plans.
Generally workable, smart and clever plans soon filtered off into a series of silly, amusing 'What If' situations.
Take, for example:
"What if a flying pig crashed into the side of the ship wearing horse-shoes with blades underneath them that could cut through our ropes?"
"Why a pig?" asks Yvaine.
Which only garnered the answer from Tristran: "Because after the pig freed us, we could eat it. I'm starving."
And that only got the roll of eyes from the star.
Typical.
To Tristran, however, it feels as though he's been here in the same bloody position (his legs and arms aching, his nose itchy, his wrists stinging) for nearly three decades.
Conversation was made between the star and the half-faerie man, but even that became a little tiring when each Escape Plan was very soon promptly vetoed by the other. Not to mention, as the hours passed, so did the quality of their plans.
Generally workable, smart and clever plans soon filtered off into a series of silly, amusing 'What If' situations.
Take, for example:
"What if a flying pig crashed into the side of the ship wearing horse-shoes with blades underneath them that could cut through our ropes?"
"Why a pig?" asks Yvaine.
Which only garnered the answer from Tristran: "Because after the pig freed us, we could eat it. I'm starving."
And that only got the roll of eyes from the star.
Typical.
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He lets his head loll limply once more, but his eyes are open now, and they stealthily take in the situation.
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And quick.
And - and, okay, seeing if he's okay is entirely more important. She can think while checking.
She kneels carefully, voice quiet and fingers bracing lightly atop his legs, tracing soothing circles, "Hello, dear."
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"Yvaine," he murmurs, his own voice especially low. "Don't let them take you."
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She's pretty certain that she's just about exhausted their patience for her as it is.
Quietly, "You are going to have to tell me when they aren't looking."
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If Yvaine has a plan, he's all for it. It would certainly beat any non!plan he has.
He shifts his glance towards the door where the three vultures seem to be occupied, making further quips about killing the star 'by accident'.
"They're occupied," he tells her anxiously.
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The star swallows, breathes out another (slightly tremulous) laugh, and leans forward - further into his space - as one hand makes a careful path upward.
"You going to give me that kiss you owe me now?"
Her fingers catch at the hilt of her dagger, pausing for a (heartbeat) moment before tugging it out and slipping it behind his back in one quick (not nervous, not shaking) motion.
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Because, whoa. Well played, Yvaine. Well played.
"I'd make some terribly ill-humoured joke about bondage, but it hardly seems the time," he says wryly, tilting his head to be at level with hers.
Then, his lips find hers and with everything he could express into the kiss, he does.
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We're getting kind of bored over here.
"A'right already," a voice calls out harshly, a set of footsteps making its way over. "Thinkin' we're just about out of time now, Lady."
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"See you later, Prince Charming," she grins against his lips, as a hand curls around her shoulder. "Don't miss me too much."
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He nods, even managing a smile for her while his heart thunders loudly. His blood runs cold with the fear of leaving her in the hands (or wings - or whatever it is) of their kidnappers.
"If anything happens to her -" he threatens, looking straight at the gathered birds, but whatever he might have said is promptly cut off with another blow to the face.
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There are further snickers as they pull the star along towards the door.