#sxilingthegalaxy

* random act prompts

Ugh.

Quentin, in general, wasn’t a man who got sick.  Whether it was his sheer determination or something about his genetics, his wife was regularly jealous of his lack of illness...

But that didn’t mean he was immune.

It probably wasn’t the kindest thing to do--coming in without warning and collapsing on her couch... but it wasn’t like he was a nice guy.  

He got her purse back.  So they were fair.  There.

The auctions had been nearly a month ago. He had diligently avoided the new household additions, confident his brothers would make such use of them that it wouldn’t be long before they were either passed along to other households or round with their babies. 

Had he noticed the delicate brunette with the wide eyes and skin like moonlight? Of course. He was neither blind nor stupid. However, he was also not a fool. Even slaves would have a preference. He was never a preference. Little did he know that she had been informed she was his. Finally seeing that their brother was not going to make a move, they brought the girl to their brother’s cabin and left her there, bound at the wrist, throat and ankle with a jaunty ribbon. 

Ivar stepped into his home, looking forward to some damn quiet, when he stopped, staring at the sight nestled before the flickering fire. Ivar was not known for softness. Kindness was an anathema to him, as much as weakness. But she looked dreadfully fragile and small, curled up as she was. 

He felt like apologizing to her, something he never did, but it demonstrated the level of pity he had for her. To think - him pitying anyone. 

“Who have you angered for this punishment?” He asked with a humourless laugh.

Perfectly Platonic Starters

Quentin’s expression twitched downwards.

There was a moment of silence, unmoving, before he lifted the face shield and sat the blowtorch down.  

* first blood starters

“Yeah, my wife thought so too,” Quentin stated, expression mostly hollow, head cocked the slightest bit as he watched the clip play over again.

The video was distorted a little--captured by a drone and meant to be projected into reconstructed 3D, but it did just fine in 2D as well.

Quentin was sitting in a lawn chair, holding a cup in one hand and a book in another.

“Quentin, are you watching the kids?” a woman asked from somewhere outside of the drone’s field of view.

“Yes, honey, of course,” Quentin replied, not taking his eyes off the book.

From the other side of the screen, a ball flew it, smacking into Quentin’s chin and spilling the cup all down him.

“Vanessa!” he yelled, “Your son just spilled lemonade down me!”

“Well if you were watching them it wouldn’t have happened!”

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James had to laugh as Neveah strolled out in the shortest damn dress he had ever seen. If she had been wearing one of his t-shirts, she would have been more covered up than she looked right now. “Oh you think so hmmm?” He questioned as his hand ran up one thigh. “At least you are wearing panties? But honey, there is no damn way I’m taking you to meet my parents for brunch wearing that.”

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