Fic: Magic
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dolevalanTitle: Magic
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: G
A/N: The prompt (as usual, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rougen) was "every little thing." More AU, because I love it.
She was a trapeze artist. It was always a bad idea to fall for a trapeze artist.
Hell, who was he kidding? Bad luck to fall in love, period.
Her work was beautiful, though. He'd watch her practice, sometimes. Yes, her body was lovely, and graceful. There were quite a few acrobats, and any of them were just as nice. No, what had drawn him to her in particular was her fearlessness. She designed her own act, and she always pushed the envelope. Hanging on by one foot, double flips, lay backs off the bar. Her brown hair was long, and sometimes she left it down, extending the line her body drew in the air. Her muscles flexed, perfect control.
The girl who ate fire walked up next to him. "She's got a lot of talent, doesn't she?" Kat asked, with a small smile.
"Hm?" He glanced at her absently. "Oh. Yeah, guess she does."
Kat grinned, sharply. "You know, she does drink. Coffee. Wine. You could ask her to get some with you."
Arthur looked back at the teenager. "You kidding? We'd be a walking cliché. The juggler and the trapeze girl? Nah, stick to gillies, kid. Best way."
"Uhuh." She rolled her eyes, shifting her hips slightly as she glanced back into the ring. She leaned up and murmured, "Then maybe you should stop starting at her all the time." She gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek and left. Arthur sighed and rolled his shoulder absently as he looked back at the woman on the trapeze. The kid was right. He needed to fish or cut bait. But every move she made...
...he had to face the fact that he was in deep trouble.
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: G
A/N: The prompt (as usual, from
rougen) was "every little thing." More AU, because I love it.She was a trapeze artist. It was always a bad idea to fall for a trapeze artist.
Hell, who was he kidding? Bad luck to fall in love, period.
Her work was beautiful, though. He'd watch her practice, sometimes. Yes, her body was lovely, and graceful. There were quite a few acrobats, and any of them were just as nice. No, what had drawn him to her in particular was her fearlessness. She designed her own act, and she always pushed the envelope. Hanging on by one foot, double flips, lay backs off the bar. Her brown hair was long, and sometimes she left it down, extending the line her body drew in the air. Her muscles flexed, perfect control.
The girl who ate fire walked up next to him. "She's got a lot of talent, doesn't she?" Kat asked, with a small smile.
"Hm?" He glanced at her absently. "Oh. Yeah, guess she does."
Kat grinned, sharply. "You know, she does drink. Coffee. Wine. You could ask her to get some with you."
Arthur looked back at the teenager. "You kidding? We'd be a walking cliché. The juggler and the trapeze girl? Nah, stick to gillies, kid. Best way."
"Uhuh." She rolled her eyes, shifting her hips slightly as she glanced back into the ring. She leaned up and murmured, "Then maybe you should stop starting at her all the time." She gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek and left. Arthur sighed and rolled his shoulder absently as he looked back at the woman on the trapeze. The kid was right. He needed to fish or cut bait. But every move she made...
...he had to face the fact that he was in deep trouble.
