ficlet meme! :>

[phenylic]

taken from anamuan

The first person however many people to respond to this entry with a prompt (fandom options:
Band of Brothers | The Good Wife | Harry Potter | Inception | STXI RPF)
gets a little off-the-cuff fic. The rest of you creaters out there post the
same thing in your journals (artists, do an art-fill and pass it on :D),
and we can make this day a little more livable.

Comments

[phenylic.livejournal.com]

"Jesus Christ," hisses Arthur, lowering his gun, squinting into the darkness. "Who the fuck are you?"

Eames clutches at his face, eyes watering in pain, but remains very, very still. "I think you broke my nose," he offers in a whisper. He feels blood pooling in his mouth, so he swallows.

"Oh," says Arthur, and he must decide Eames isn't the enemy because he lowers his gun. (Or maybe not, because he doesn't flip the safety and it's pointed right at Eames' crotch.) "Sorry."

"You don't sound very sorry," Eames says.

Arthur squints at him again. "No, you're right," he says flatly. "I'm not."

[eva667.livejournal.com]

Very cool, thank you so much :-)

[phenylic.livejournal.com]

you're welcome! thanks for playing :D