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bantha_fodder) wrote2007-06-28 09:38 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2007-06-28 09:38 pm
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[ficlet] untitled [blade: trinity] [abigail]
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medie, for the 'Me' meme, I wrote Blade: Trinity, Abigail and her bow. I had just returned home from archery, that is my excuse:
Abigail sits on the floor, a screwdriver in one hand, her bow in the other. She pushes her hair away from her face; swears, and fiddles with the bow.
Hannibal leans against the doorframe. "Problem?" he asks. She ignores him, and he grins. When she leans over to pick something up from beside her feet, he pokes her in the arse. She jumps, glares at him. "Problem?" he asks again, inspecting his fingernails like he's got all the time in the world.
"My fucking sight's wobbling," she says. "And I don't want to ruin the thread by forcing these screws in."
"A screw, eh?" he says, and she rolls her eyes, turns back to her bow.
"If you can't help," she says, cuts the rest off.
He stays leaning against the wall, whistling. Doesn't help.
She can do it without his assistance. She's more than that.
Later, the sight is tight, and she's a smooth shot. She doesn't miss, and the vampire explodes, of course it does, and when she grins it's perfect.
She can always do it.
medie, for the 'Me' meme, I wrote Blade: Trinity, Abigail and her bow. I had just returned home from archery, that is my excuse:Abigail sits on the floor, a screwdriver in one hand, her bow in the other. She pushes her hair away from her face; swears, and fiddles with the bow.
Hannibal leans against the doorframe. "Problem?" he asks. She ignores him, and he grins. When she leans over to pick something up from beside her feet, he pokes her in the arse. She jumps, glares at him. "Problem?" he asks again, inspecting his fingernails like he's got all the time in the world.
"My fucking sight's wobbling," she says. "And I don't want to ruin the thread by forcing these screws in."
"A screw, eh?" he says, and she rolls her eyes, turns back to her bow.
"If you can't help," she says, cuts the rest off.
He stays leaning against the wall, whistling. Doesn't help.
She can do it without his assistance. She's more than that.
Later, the sight is tight, and she's a smooth shot. She doesn't miss, and the vampire explodes, of course it does, and when she grins it's perfect.
She can always do it.
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