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muserevival2016-01-21 09:21 am
scars_on_hearts) wrote in muserevival2016-01-21 09:21 am
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Table set # 1- drabbles
Cold [modern au]: (Double Drabble - 200 words.)
“I have no love for their kind.” Athos’s expression settled with coldness he was famous for. No. There was no love lost there.
“They only wished to repay your kindness.”
“Kindness? This was justice and vengeance, nothing more.”
He had waited so long for the moment to extinguish the man’s life while a friend’s daughter lay in a coma from a bullet. The man deserved death for the delivered bullet, Athos was not kind about the matter. She would never know his kindness.
“Your friend has friends, as they say.”
That would be Italians for you.
Athos’s lips thinned out into a hard line. “Then tell them I have no interest in being rewarded as a Capo Di Capi.”
“The honour of being a friend of a friend can take you many places; your bones have been earned.” The Sicilian had dark eyes and sun kissed Mediterranean tan. His frame graced an expensive gray suit which never seemed to fit him quite right.
“I don’t repeat myself.” Athos stood. The conversation over.
The Sicilian watched him leave. Next time someone else would be sent in his place. That was Italians of their kind, they never took no as an answer.
[Athos | BBC Musketeers | Canon]
“I have no love for their kind.” Athos’s expression settled with coldness he was famous for. No. There was no love lost there.
“They only wished to repay your kindness.”
“Kindness? This was justice and vengeance, nothing more.”
He had waited so long for the moment to extinguish the man’s life while a friend’s daughter lay in a coma from a bullet. The man deserved death for the delivered bullet, Athos was not kind about the matter. She would never know his kindness.
“Your friend has friends, as they say.”
That would be Italians for you.
Athos’s lips thinned out into a hard line. “Then tell them I have no interest in being rewarded as a Capo Di Capi.”
“The honour of being a friend of a friend can take you many places; your bones have been earned.” The Sicilian had dark eyes and sun kissed Mediterranean tan. His frame graced an expensive gray suit which never seemed to fit him quite right.
“I don’t repeat myself.” Athos stood. The conversation over.
The Sicilian watched him leave. Next time someone else would be sent in his place. That was Italians of their kind, they never took no as an answer.
[Athos | BBC Musketeers | Canon]