by evilgrin on 26 Dec 2005, 22:19
::FOUR::
The heat of the shower opens every nerve ending in my skin. You stitch a line of small nips across the tender line at my shoulders and throat, lingering over my ears.
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by evilgrin on 26 Dec 2005, 20:42
::THREE::
Vaughn’s watching me like a hawk. Saw me stash that bottle before we took off. Been keeping tabs on how much I drink. Can’t say I blame him.
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::TWO::
“What are you up to now, Riddick?”
There’s no anger in my voice, or fear. I’ve seen you angry, in the short while we’ve been together, your rage flying up out of nowhere. It’s never been directed towards me. I know you’ll never hurt me, but waking up restrained, naked, in bed, will have you ask a few questions, especially when you never went to bed that way.
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31 Dec 2005, 03:33
author: EVILGRIN
title: FOR WHAT WAS LOST
pairing: Riddick / Ava Black ( orig. Evilgrin character )
fandom:PB
rating: PG13, I guess, for language, miscarriage
disclaimer:: nope, don’t own Riddick, except right here in my head that is, Ava is right out of my demented brain
summary: several years after Riddick and Ava have been together, Ava gets pregnant, but it’s not meant to be
archive:: fdb, vx
feedback: in this thread only, and please, no shreds, constructive criticism only
A/N: Riddick thoughts/conversations are in italic
Copyright ©2005xxxevilgrinxxx
:: FOR WHAT WAS LOST::
I had never thought I would see you cry. There may have been a time, a long fucking time ago, when I would have sought an edge. That I would have sought to play mind games with you. Thought that if I could make you afraid of me, that I could control you better. Fear never did it. You were never afraid, or you never let it rule you, even when you were. You sure as hell weren’t afraid of me. Some dark part of me always wondered what would break you. I hated myself for even looking.
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Ch 15
Bishop watched Duncan from a distance as the man pored over computer files and scribbled notes to himself in a small worn book that he carried with him. Duncan knew he was there; he could be blindfolded, and he would know. Bishop had almost completely given up as far as the attempt to unsettle him went; it just couldn’t be done, not for any lack of trying. Duncan kept his head down because what he looked at interested him. Bishop also knew that he would wait until Bishop said something, or made some noise to give himself away. It was a strange game to play, especially after all this time, but one neither man seemed willing to put an end to.
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Ch 14
Over the next few days, Jack had listened to everything that Theo had to teach her and Riddick had watched over her like a hawk in the background the entire time. Sometimes she had to look around to see him, but he was always there, somewhere.
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Ch 13
Never in her life had Jack watched anyone plot a course on paper before; she didn’t have years and years of travel under her belt like the others but she had enough to know that it was done by computer and that people didn’t really have an awful lot to do with it. Theo did it on paper, and he used instruments she had never seen before to do it.
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Ch 12
Riddick felt Jack rather than heard her as she crept down the hallway behind him and had to acknowledge that he was impressed. She was silent and possessed of a natural fluid grace that had taken him years to master. No sound gave her away, she made none, her footfalls were steady and sure and he could picture her toes spread out for balance as she crept catlike on the balls of her feet. Even her breath was silent and tightly controlled. He realized that it was a perfect imitation of him, that she had watched him so carefully, and learned without the need for him to ever say a word.
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Ch 11
Shazza felt numb; it had even felt strange to breathe, like she had to think before she inhaled. Shazza had squeezed his hand so hard it had to hurt, how could it not? Limbs moved unwillingly with a jerky marionette quality that only barely looked like human movement and she was cold, so cold. Riddick wouldn’t let her go, even if she knew what to do with herself; his hand was warm, and strong, and she felt neither.
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Chapter 10
Sunday.
Luna blinked her sleep away slowly as she rolled to one side. For a second, she wasn’t exactly sure where she was. Then she remembered all of a sudden last night’s events and grinned.