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fellowshippers2002-09-18 01:54 pm
nunki.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2002-09-18 01:54 pm
Who, me?
Drabble, times deux (I had two classes)
"Yeah", Vin muttered to himself, thinking of Marton's eyes. Gold-shot brown, holding secrets and pain, eyes like a tiger, their gaze piercing and sexual, eyes that could see through barriers easier than those 'binoculars' Xander used in the movie. Hunting eyes. I'd hunt him if he hadn't fucking caught me first. Vin groaned. Looked at the clock. 3:58. No way in hell am I gonna sleep. Fucking underground scene today. He's gonna be wearing leather...Wish to hell those binoculars worked.
It's hot in here. Vin, clinging to the ceiling, watched Marton finish shooting and sit down, off-camera. Marton looked at him, the hint of a smile in that hooded expression. Vin, acutely aware of the cameras, of Marton's presence, and the strain on his muscles, promptly forgot what Xander was supposed to do next, and dropped to the floor, panting, in the midst of the surprised film crew. "I can't do this. Fuck off." They blinked, but let him push through. He stood squarely in front of Marton. Marton, seated, looked up - in amusement? Vin wasn't sure, but he knew, as did Marton's gaze, that something was going on.
"Yeah", Vin muttered to himself, thinking of Marton's eyes. Gold-shot brown, holding secrets and pain, eyes like a tiger, their gaze piercing and sexual, eyes that could see through barriers easier than those 'binoculars' Xander used in the movie. Hunting eyes. I'd hunt him if he hadn't fucking caught me first. Vin groaned. Looked at the clock. 3:58. No way in hell am I gonna sleep. Fucking underground scene today. He's gonna be wearing leather...Wish to hell those binoculars worked.
It's hot in here. Vin, clinging to the ceiling, watched Marton finish shooting and sit down, off-camera. Marton looked at him, the hint of a smile in that hooded expression. Vin, acutely aware of the cameras, of Marton's presence, and the strain on his muscles, promptly forgot what Xander was supposed to do next, and dropped to the floor, panting, in the midst of the surprised film crew. "I can't do this. Fuck off." They blinked, but let him push through. He stood squarely in front of Marton. Marton, seated, looked up - in amusement? Vin wasn't sure, but he knew, as did Marton's gaze, that something was going on.