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aldersprigThis is an ongoing Tír na Cali/Leverage fanfiction crossover.
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Fade back in from commercial. Lady Anastasia is sitting on the edge of her bed, a corner of a sheet barely covering her; Eliot is propped up on one elbow, watching her.
A knock sounds on the bedroom door. “Lady Anastasia? You have company.”
Ana slides on a shirt, then swoops up Eliot's pants with her toes and tosses them at him. “Who is it?”
“The Lord Lorcan ap Malaney, Baron of Red Bluff, and his guest.” There's a tone to the voice, now, as if the person knocking is quite put out by being asked. Ana sighs.
“One moment, please. If you'll settle Lord Lorcan and his guest in my sitting room, I'll be right out.” She opens her dresser and pulls out two weapons holsters - one a knife sheath heavy with blades, the other a cross-draw gun holster.
“As you wish, Lady Anastasia.” Yes, the speaker is definitely put out. “Your guests will be in your sitting room, waiting.”
Ana rolls her eyes as she straps on her holsters, slides home a pistol, and finishes dressing herself. “I think I have...” Her voice has dropped to a murmur. “No better clothes for you yet, sadly.”
“I can live with these.” Eliot's put on the thin pants while Ana was equipping herself. “You expecting trouble?”
“I always expect trouble.” She rolls her shoulders in something that's almost a shrug. “It's saved my life a few times. Here.” She passes him a sheathed knife. “It won't hide well, but that's all right.”
“Thanks.” The sheath and belt vanish beneath the thin pants, leaving a dark line on his thigh. “Who's Lord Lorcan, anyway?”
“Small time only child of a Baroness on the other side of the Duchy.”
She puts on a smile that transforms her face, making her look slightly vapid and not at all deadly. “Ready?”
He braces his shoulders. “Ready.”
Ana's sitting room
“So, why are you helping us again?” Parker is perched on the edge of a chair, stage-whispering into Lord Lorcan's ear. He doesn't seem bothered by her at all.
“As I said, I find 'Charlotte's' little games to be very fun, and I haven't had fun in quite a while. Besides, if I help you, you're less likely to make a mess of the Duchy, and that benefits all of us.”
“Hunh.” Parker leans back. “How long are they going to...” The door swings open. Lady Anastasia walks out, impeccably suited as if coming out of a business meeting and not her bedroom. Eliot, collared and shirtless, follows. As the door swings closed, the ropes hanging from the bed are clearly visible.
“Lord Lorcan.” Ana's eyes trail over the rest of the team. “I see you brought... friends.” Behind her, Eliot sighs.
Cut to commercial.
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Fade back in from commercial. Lady Anastasia is sitting on the edge of her bed, a corner of a sheet barely covering her; Eliot is propped up on one elbow, watching her.
A knock sounds on the bedroom door. “Lady Anastasia? You have company.”
Ana slides on a shirt, then swoops up Eliot's pants with her toes and tosses them at him. “Who is it?”
“The Lord Lorcan ap Malaney, Baron of Red Bluff, and his guest.” There's a tone to the voice, now, as if the person knocking is quite put out by being asked. Ana sighs.
“One moment, please. If you'll settle Lord Lorcan and his guest in my sitting room, I'll be right out.” She opens her dresser and pulls out two weapons holsters - one a knife sheath heavy with blades, the other a cross-draw gun holster.
“As you wish, Lady Anastasia.” Yes, the speaker is definitely put out. “Your guests will be in your sitting room, waiting.”
Ana rolls her eyes as she straps on her holsters, slides home a pistol, and finishes dressing herself. “I think I have...” Her voice has dropped to a murmur. “No better clothes for you yet, sadly.”
“I can live with these.” Eliot's put on the thin pants while Ana was equipping herself. “You expecting trouble?”
“I always expect trouble.” She rolls her shoulders in something that's almost a shrug. “It's saved my life a few times. Here.” She passes him a sheathed knife. “It won't hide well, but that's all right.”
“Thanks.” The sheath and belt vanish beneath the thin pants, leaving a dark line on his thigh. “Who's Lord Lorcan, anyway?”
“Small time only child of a Baroness on the other side of the Duchy.”
She puts on a smile that transforms her face, making her look slightly vapid and not at all deadly. “Ready?”
He braces his shoulders. “Ready.”
Ana's sitting room
“So, why are you helping us again?” Parker is perched on the edge of a chair, stage-whispering into Lord Lorcan's ear. He doesn't seem bothered by her at all.
“As I said, I find 'Charlotte's' little games to be very fun, and I haven't had fun in quite a while. Besides, if I help you, you're less likely to make a mess of the Duchy, and that benefits all of us.”
“Hunh.” Parker leans back. “How long are they going to...” The door swings open. Lady Anastasia walks out, impeccably suited as if coming out of a business meeting and not her bedroom. Eliot, collared and shirtless, follows. As the door swings closed, the ropes hanging from the bed are clearly visible.
“Lord Lorcan.” Ana's eyes trail over the rest of the team. “I see you brought... friends.” Behind her, Eliot sighs.
Cut to commercial.
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Date: 2014-06-10 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-11 05:17 am (UTC)→ swoops
> Oh, goodie. Someone else who finds prehensile toes useful while getting dressed. :-)
•The sheathe and belt
→ sheath
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Date: 2014-06-11 11:05 am (UTC)