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avalon13, therefore... the pathetic first scene of the Red Dragon sequel.
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The ocean breeze blew strongly from astern, plunging the ship through the gentle waves and snatching Ruadh's hair to fling all about him in a wild splash of crimson. He leaned out over the railing to watch the water pass by below, grinning widely at the glittering reflection of sunlight upon the sea. It was a truly beautiful day, bright and sunny and absolutely perfect.
Ruadh hadn't spent much time in the southern seas before, but he was immensely enjoying them so far. The heat was quite a pleasant change from the chillier northern waters (though not so chilly he wouldn't gleefully go swimming in them every chance he got) although the crew didn't seem quite as pleased with the temperature change as he was. Silly humans.
Vinnissaen, true to form, hadn't seemed to even notice the heat. He still wore his dashing red outfit complete with boots and hat and no matter how many times Ruadh checked, there was still not a single bead of sweat to be found. Of course, the man had been born in the south and should therefore be used to it, but then again he'd been raised in the north and therefore...
"Dragon."
Wincing at the ice in that familiar voice, Ruadh drew in a deep breath before turning around and smiling widely. "Good morning, Vinni."
Vinnissaen glared darkly and kicked him hard in the shin, drawing a yelp and a wince from Ruadh as he clutched at the injured limb. "Captain Vinnissaen," he corrected in that voice that could freeze fire, golden eyes narrowing further. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh." Ruadh looked around surreptitiously. He wasn't In The Way, wasn't standing on something Important, hadn't attempted to kiss Vinnissaen yet today... "Looking at the water?" he tried cautiously.
Wrong Answer. Ruadh winced as Vinnissaen grabbed one of his ears and yanked him down so that they were on eye level. That hurt.
"Why are you running around my ship in a loin cloth?" Vinnissaen asked slowly, molten-gold eyes glittering darkly.
Ruadh blinked. "Because you told me I wasn't allowed to go naked."
The pretty blond captain stared at him for a moment, then made a faint sound of disgust and shoved him backwards hard enough that Ruadh tripped and landed on his butt on the deck. Sometimes he swore Vinnissaen knocked him over so often just so that Ruadh wasn't taller than him all the time.
"You are to be fully dressed at all times while on my ship," Vinnissaen hissed out through clenched teeth. "Understood?"
"What about when I go to bed or take a bath?" Ruadh asked.
Vinnissaen breathed in slowly, then exhaled, then did it again. "You may remove your clothing in the privacy of your own cabin, or while bathing," he allowed, sounding as though he'd very much prefer not to. "You may not remove your clothing when there are others present."
"Not even you?" Ruadh asked, putting on his best I Am Cute face. It didn't work.
Vinnissaen ground his teeth slowly. "Especially not near me." He crossed his arms across his chest and took a step back, glaring rather pointedly.
Sighing, Ruadh got to his feet and began trudging back belowdecks to his cabin. It really wasn't fair. The whole reason he had to wear clothes in the first place was to Fit In so the humans wouldn't suspect what he was. Now that his disguise had been ruined and his true nature revealed to the entire ship, he saw no reason to continue with the charade.
Except that Vinnissaen said to.
Ruadh sighed again. Stupid human customs. Even if Vinnissaen wasn't exactly human. He still thought like one, and that was bad enough. At least the man had permitted him to leave his hair its proper color and not go through the hassle of dying it brown again. He hated the dye. It made his hair heavy and dull and he couldn't go swimming or it would get sticky and wash out. He liked swimming, all dragons did. Now if only he could convince Vinnissaen to join him...
Right. He'd talk Vinnissaen into swimming with him about the same time as he finally got the pretty blond to stop kicking him.
His shin hurt. Enough to be noticeable, apparently, because Temblin, their second mate (the one that had replaced Rannick when Vinnissaen set that slimy excuse for a human on fire and watched him burn into a pile of ash) winced in sympathy as Ruadh passed him.
"Cap'n's got a temper, eh?"
Ruadh dredged up a smile. "Yeah, something like that. I seem to bring out the best in him."
"Ye sure bring out the violent side o' him," Temblin agreed, shaking his head. "Maybe if'n ye didn' try quite so hard ta set him off..."
"I think I set him off just by breathing," Ruadh muttered beneath his breath, wishing he were in his dragon form so he could lash his tail. Why did Vinnissaen have to be so touchy?
Temblin clapped him on the shoulder. "Ye kin always leave, ye know. Nothin keepin ya here."
Ruadh looked back over his shoulder at the slender, crimson-clad figure of the Red Dragon's captain, golden hair tied neatly into a tail and swaying in the wind, each motion sending ripples of sunlight dancing across it. Beautiful, and utterly untouchable.
"Yeah," he agreed hollowly. "Nothing. See you later, Temblin."
Refusing to meet the human's eyes, Ruadh made his way down the ladder and through the narrow passage to his cabin to change.
avalon13, therefore... the pathetic first scene of the Red Dragon sequel.---
The ocean breeze blew strongly from astern, plunging the ship through the gentle waves and snatching Ruadh's hair to fling all about him in a wild splash of crimson. He leaned out over the railing to watch the water pass by below, grinning widely at the glittering reflection of sunlight upon the sea. It was a truly beautiful day, bright and sunny and absolutely perfect.
Ruadh hadn't spent much time in the southern seas before, but he was immensely enjoying them so far. The heat was quite a pleasant change from the chillier northern waters (though not so chilly he wouldn't gleefully go swimming in them every chance he got) although the crew didn't seem quite as pleased with the temperature change as he was. Silly humans.
Vinnissaen, true to form, hadn't seemed to even notice the heat. He still wore his dashing red outfit complete with boots and hat and no matter how many times Ruadh checked, there was still not a single bead of sweat to be found. Of course, the man had been born in the south and should therefore be used to it, but then again he'd been raised in the north and therefore...
"Dragon."
Wincing at the ice in that familiar voice, Ruadh drew in a deep breath before turning around and smiling widely. "Good morning, Vinni."
Vinnissaen glared darkly and kicked him hard in the shin, drawing a yelp and a wince from Ruadh as he clutched at the injured limb. "Captain Vinnissaen," he corrected in that voice that could freeze fire, golden eyes narrowing further. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh." Ruadh looked around surreptitiously. He wasn't In The Way, wasn't standing on something Important, hadn't attempted to kiss Vinnissaen yet today... "Looking at the water?" he tried cautiously.
Wrong Answer. Ruadh winced as Vinnissaen grabbed one of his ears and yanked him down so that they were on eye level. That hurt.
"Why are you running around my ship in a loin cloth?" Vinnissaen asked slowly, molten-gold eyes glittering darkly.
Ruadh blinked. "Because you told me I wasn't allowed to go naked."
The pretty blond captain stared at him for a moment, then made a faint sound of disgust and shoved him backwards hard enough that Ruadh tripped and landed on his butt on the deck. Sometimes he swore Vinnissaen knocked him over so often just so that Ruadh wasn't taller than him all the time.
"You are to be fully dressed at all times while on my ship," Vinnissaen hissed out through clenched teeth. "Understood?"
"What about when I go to bed or take a bath?" Ruadh asked.
Vinnissaen breathed in slowly, then exhaled, then did it again. "You may remove your clothing in the privacy of your own cabin, or while bathing," he allowed, sounding as though he'd very much prefer not to. "You may not remove your clothing when there are others present."
"Not even you?" Ruadh asked, putting on his best I Am Cute face. It didn't work.
Vinnissaen ground his teeth slowly. "Especially not near me." He crossed his arms across his chest and took a step back, glaring rather pointedly.
Sighing, Ruadh got to his feet and began trudging back belowdecks to his cabin. It really wasn't fair. The whole reason he had to wear clothes in the first place was to Fit In so the humans wouldn't suspect what he was. Now that his disguise had been ruined and his true nature revealed to the entire ship, he saw no reason to continue with the charade.
Except that Vinnissaen said to.
Ruadh sighed again. Stupid human customs. Even if Vinnissaen wasn't exactly human. He still thought like one, and that was bad enough. At least the man had permitted him to leave his hair its proper color and not go through the hassle of dying it brown again. He hated the dye. It made his hair heavy and dull and he couldn't go swimming or it would get sticky and wash out. He liked swimming, all dragons did. Now if only he could convince Vinnissaen to join him...
Right. He'd talk Vinnissaen into swimming with him about the same time as he finally got the pretty blond to stop kicking him.
His shin hurt. Enough to be noticeable, apparently, because Temblin, their second mate (the one that had replaced Rannick when Vinnissaen set that slimy excuse for a human on fire and watched him burn into a pile of ash) winced in sympathy as Ruadh passed him.
"Cap'n's got a temper, eh?"
Ruadh dredged up a smile. "Yeah, something like that. I seem to bring out the best in him."
"Ye sure bring out the violent side o' him," Temblin agreed, shaking his head. "Maybe if'n ye didn' try quite so hard ta set him off..."
"I think I set him off just by breathing," Ruadh muttered beneath his breath, wishing he were in his dragon form so he could lash his tail. Why did Vinnissaen have to be so touchy?
Temblin clapped him on the shoulder. "Ye kin always leave, ye know. Nothin keepin ya here."
Ruadh looked back over his shoulder at the slender, crimson-clad figure of the Red Dragon's captain, golden hair tied neatly into a tail and swaying in the wind, each motion sending ripples of sunlight dancing across it. Beautiful, and utterly untouchable.
"Yeah," he agreed hollowly. "Nothing. See you later, Temblin."
Refusing to meet the human's eyes, Ruadh made his way down the ladder and through the narrow passage to his cabin to change.
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Date: 2007-05-29 04:29 am (UTC)