shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-27 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, july 19, p: eve/luck |
Making Amends, Baccano! (Luck/Eve)
Title: Making Amends
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating:PG13
Word count: 427
Prompt: Baccano! - Luck/Eve - alliances - faith, hope, and charity
She found him smoking, elbows leaned out the window as he watched the sun descend into fog. Her heels sank into damp earth; she’d clenched her purse between her teeth and scaled the fence, and only the instinct that told her beginning by berating him about the lax security that had allowed her entry held the words back.
“Mr. Gandor,” she called instead, “if I could have a word?”
His eyes dropped to hers and the heavy lids rose to fix her with the full force of that leonine stare, eyebrows raising. After a moment he ground out the cigarette on the sill and said with infinite composure, “since you have declined to introduce yourself to our home by conventional means, you will have to wait a moment for me to come to you.”
She settled for a short, nervously curt nod and waited, her purse clenched between her hands and her shoulders prickling with uncomfortably muggy heat. Her dress was torn, and it might even have been bloodstained. She knew there was blood on her cheek.
When he came out the door and began walking toward her with a loose, open stride she saw his eyebrows lift. Polite concern crossed his face; apparently he hadn't looked too closely at her when he first took notice. "Are you all right, Ms. Genoard?" He inquired, and she nodded again.
"I've come to--to see if we can't come to an arrangement." Her voice wavered very faintly. He didn't blink, eyes hooded again. I need help. She was vaguely glad that the house they'd been staying in wasn't one of their few remaining private homes, full of old and fond memories, because the brick front had been thoroughly chewed up by bullets.
"I heard of the recent problems," he said, taking a slow drag off the cigarette.
She tilted her chin up. He was very tall. "I thought you might."
He nodded as though she was answering a question he hadn't asked and answered her straight forwardness with his own. "You have considered the proposal I offered?"
Eve took in a deep breath and swung her purse around, withdrawing a handful of papers. "I made revisions." She said primly, keeping her voice steady and holding his stare. I need you, she thought defiantly, but I'm not going sacrifice more than we can afford.
He stared at her for a long moment, smoke streaming from his mouth as he breathed out, and then smiled, faint and enigmatic. "Of course." He said. "Do come in where we can properly discuss things."