shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-27 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, july 24, p: eve/luck |
Effect, Baccano! (Luck/Eve)
Title: Effect
Author: shiegra
Rating: PG13/R
Wordcount: 337
Prompt: Baccano! - Luck/Eve - competence - still out of her league, but at this rate not for long
The girl looked surprised when he pulled a gun—all doe-wide eyes and soft pink mouth, parting over a soft sharp sigh—but she didn’t loosen her grip on the papers and she didn’t jump. It only took her a second to collect herself.
“I think you should put that down.” She said in a quiet, steady voice. If anything, she looked faintly put out. "You're wasting my time."
"Fuck that!" He gestured sharply with the gun and took a step forward, grinning wide enough that it pulled at the scars. Grown men had flinched at that, and she might have been paler but it was too hard to see in the light. She did take a measured step backward, chin rising, her stare unflinching. "Put them down."
Her lip curled back, soft mouth twisting with disdain, and she shook her head. She looked like a little queen standing there in her pale dress, brown hair loose over her shoulders, a smut of ash dragged across her cheek. Her eyes were arctic as she watched him.
"I won't." She said to him coolly, eyebrows raised. "You're a fool, Mr. Jamison, but are you that stupid?"
"You think it'll bother me to bullet through your pretty little head?" He asked, sneering, and took a threatening step forward. "Put down the--"
A gun cocked crisply behind him, and he froze.
She looked over his shoulder and smiled for the first time, an oddly tentative expression. "You're late." She said.
"I'll try to rectify that in the future." A low, amused male voice said. "You have them?"
She nodded, once and sharp, and extended one arm. "I've done my part."
The man walked out of the shadows and accepted the package, catching her wrist rather than the papers and tugging her in. "You should be more careful."
"I've learned my lesson." She answered.
The gun clattered from the scarred man's fingers, and she leaned up on her toes, pretty and defiant and unflinching, as Luck Gandor pulled the trigger.