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tamingthemuseTitle: Return of the Sky Pirates
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Dirigible
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The only answer was a string of cursing -- not particularly creative cursing, but very loud.
“Just a little further,” she murmured in his ear, then, “step down, here. Just one -- no, sorry, one and a half!” Only a quick grab at Steel’s arm saved him from falling, and he made an irritated noise.
“We’re almost out,” Cassandra reassured him in an undertone, then paused a moment to let a group of giggling acolytes go past. When they were safely gone, she took his elbow and guided him around the corner. “I still can’t believe you’re afraid of the dark.”
“It’s not really something that comes up a lot,” Steel grumbled. “Next time, we pretend that I’m kidnapping you.”
“Honey, no one would buy that, you couldn’t take me down if you tried for the rest of the century. All right, we’re going to go out into the courtyard now, and I know a place away from prying eyes where we can get this stuff off you. Then we can make a break for it. Hopefully they won’t notice for at least a couple hours -- you wouldn’t believe the bureaucracy in this place.”
Steel made a small noise of assent, and then returned to trying to follow her. For all her virtues, Cassandra was not good at leading the blind, and her long strides were difficult to match. He felt the cool outside air on his face, and then a sudden silence fell like an avalanche. Under his hand, Cassandra’s biceps knotted.
“What is it?”
“We, ah,” the pause was more stutter than thought, “we might have visitors?”
“What? Who? Take off my blindfold!”
“Can’t, sorry, have to -- oh, no.”
“What now?”
“I would know that dirigible anywhere.”
“What?” Then it struck him. “Lena?”
The only answer was a string of cursing -- not particularly creative cursing, but very loud.
“I take it she’s not on our side, then?”
“She might be a bit irritated about the fact that I killed my sister?”
“Your sister? You have a sister?”
“Of course I have a sister. The two of you really hit it off.” Cassandra sounded more irritated than she really had a right to be, under the circumstances. Steel felt that, in this situation, all the irritation ought to be reserved for him.
“Who? Lena?” Then it struck him, like a punch to the stomach, and he felt a little light-headed. “Elsa is your sister?”
“Was my sister,” Cassandra corrected absently. “The dirigible’s coming in low now -- that’s got to be illegal. She always did have a flair for dramatic entrances.”
“I got the impression Elsa did, too, and also Elsa was your sister? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cassandra’s hands were working at his bonds, tugging the coarse ropes painfully over his skin. “It didn’t seem relevant, and no, Elsa really didn’t. She just knew that Lena did. She’d do anything for that girl.”
The ropes come loose and slither to the ground, and no sooner are his hands free than Cassandra’s tugging him to the ground, hard and fast. He loses his balance, tries to remember how to make his arms work, and ends up falling nearly on his face, just barely breaking the impact with one forearm.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Dirigible
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The only answer was a string of cursing -- not particularly creative cursing, but very loud.
“Just a little further,” she murmured in his ear, then, “step down, here. Just one -- no, sorry, one and a half!” Only a quick grab at Steel’s arm saved him from falling, and he made an irritated noise.
“We’re almost out,” Cassandra reassured him in an undertone, then paused a moment to let a group of giggling acolytes go past. When they were safely gone, she took his elbow and guided him around the corner. “I still can’t believe you’re afraid of the dark.”
“It’s not really something that comes up a lot,” Steel grumbled. “Next time, we pretend that I’m kidnapping you.”
“Honey, no one would buy that, you couldn’t take me down if you tried for the rest of the century. All right, we’re going to go out into the courtyard now, and I know a place away from prying eyes where we can get this stuff off you. Then we can make a break for it. Hopefully they won’t notice for at least a couple hours -- you wouldn’t believe the bureaucracy in this place.”
Steel made a small noise of assent, and then returned to trying to follow her. For all her virtues, Cassandra was not good at leading the blind, and her long strides were difficult to match. He felt the cool outside air on his face, and then a sudden silence fell like an avalanche. Under his hand, Cassandra’s biceps knotted.
“What is it?”
“We, ah,” the pause was more stutter than thought, “we might have visitors?”
“What? Who? Take off my blindfold!”
“Can’t, sorry, have to -- oh, no.”
“What now?”
“I would know that dirigible anywhere.”
“What?” Then it struck him. “Lena?”
The only answer was a string of cursing -- not particularly creative cursing, but very loud.
“I take it she’s not on our side, then?”
“She might be a bit irritated about the fact that I killed my sister?”
“Your sister? You have a sister?”
“Of course I have a sister. The two of you really hit it off.” Cassandra sounded more irritated than she really had a right to be, under the circumstances. Steel felt that, in this situation, all the irritation ought to be reserved for him.
“Who? Lena?” Then it struck him, like a punch to the stomach, and he felt a little light-headed. “Elsa is your sister?”
“Was my sister,” Cassandra corrected absently. “The dirigible’s coming in low now -- that’s got to be illegal. She always did have a flair for dramatic entrances.”
“I got the impression Elsa did, too, and also Elsa was your sister? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Cassandra’s hands were working at his bonds, tugging the coarse ropes painfully over his skin. “It didn’t seem relevant, and no, Elsa really didn’t. She just knew that Lena did. She’d do anything for that girl.”
The ropes come loose and slither to the ground, and no sooner are his hands free than Cassandra’s tugging him to the ground, hard and fast. He loses his balance, tries to remember how to make his arms work, and ends up falling nearly on his face, just barely breaking the impact with one forearm.
