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vocab_drabblesTitle: Orlando
Fandom: The Old Guard
Author:stonepicknicking_okapi
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 500
Also for:sunshine_challlenge Day 1: Amber
Characters/Pairings: Joe/Nicky
Warnings: Mild sexual innuendo/flirting
Summary: Joe takes Nicky to the movies to lighten his mood.
“You know we really are old-fashioned,” observed Joe. “Very few people get their news from actual paper these days.” He folded the sports section and passed it to Nicky’s side of the table. Then he glanced and caught Nicky’s frown, directed at an article in the Arts & Leisure section.
“What is this word, Joe, ‘iconclast?’”
Joe explained what it meant.
“Oh,” said Nicky. “Thank you.” He looked thoughtful.
Joe chose not to probe. Finally Nicky spoke,
“I suppose I am an old-fashioned iconoclast, breaking icons as I did, once upon a time.”
Joe could almost see the storm clouds gathering in Nicky’s eyes as memories surfaced.
“I destroyed precious things, Joe. Holy things.”
“You haven’t for a very long time,” said Joe gently. “By now, you’ve preserved more than you ever broke.”
Nicky hummed. “Preserved.” He went to the mantelpiece, still moody, and picked up something small and golden brown. “Like this ant in amber.”
“Listen, let’s go out.”
Joe wanted to shake Nicky out of this mood before it settled.
“Not Disney,” said Nicky, with both genuine and mock horror.
“No.” Joe shuffled through the newspaper on the table. “Let’s go to the movies.” He showed more enthusiasm than he felt, but it was worth it because Nicky laughed and said,
“All right. You pick.”
Joe’s eyes lit, and Nicky pocketed the amber stone.
---
Laden with popcorn and sodas, Joe and Nicky found their seats.
“What’s this about?” asked Nicky.
“Dinosaurs,” replied Joe.
“Dinosaurs,” repeated Nicky, then he hummed. “Remember that time we all went to the Natural History Museum, and Booker asked Andy what it was like to ride a woolly mammoth? She didn’t take to kindly to that, did she?”
“A lifetime ban from the Smithsonian for all of us! I suppose that’s fair given what Andy did to that exhibit.”
“But Booker recovered from being impaled on a bone surprisingly quickly.”
---
“JOE!” hissed Nicky, gawking at the big screen.
“I know!”
“Do you think it could ever really work, making a dinosaur from the DNA of a bug trapped in amber?”
“I don’t know. I’m doubtful.”
Nicky giggled. “I’m a dinosaur with the makings of a dinosaur in my pocket.” He tossed a kernel of popcorn at Joe’s face.
Joe caught it in his mouth and chomped. “That sounds a bit kinky, Mister Di Genoa.”
Nicky snorted. Then he sighed a contented sigh and twined his fingers in Joe’s and gave them a squeeze.
Joe looked over and was happy to see Nicky’s mood had lifted.
Then Nicky leaned closer and whispered, “After the movie, let’s get takeout and go home.”
“Will you let me pet your dinosaur?” teased Joe.
Nicky snorted and smirked. “Maybe.” Then he turned his attention to the screen. “My dinosaur may need consoling. I don’t think they’re going to be the heroes of the movie. And you are very good at consoling.”
Nicky leaned and touched his forehead to Joe’s and then sank into chair and munched popcorn noisily.
Fandom: The Old Guard
Author:
stonepicknicking_okapiRating: Teen
Word Count: 500
Also for:
sunshine_challlenge Day 1: AmberCharacters/Pairings: Joe/Nicky
Warnings: Mild sexual innuendo/flirting
Summary: Joe takes Nicky to the movies to lighten his mood.
“You know we really are old-fashioned,” observed Joe. “Very few people get their news from actual paper these days.” He folded the sports section and passed it to Nicky’s side of the table. Then he glanced and caught Nicky’s frown, directed at an article in the Arts & Leisure section.
“What is this word, Joe, ‘iconclast?’”
Joe explained what it meant.
“Oh,” said Nicky. “Thank you.” He looked thoughtful.
Joe chose not to probe. Finally Nicky spoke,
“I suppose I am an old-fashioned iconoclast, breaking icons as I did, once upon a time.”
Joe could almost see the storm clouds gathering in Nicky’s eyes as memories surfaced.
“I destroyed precious things, Joe. Holy things.”
“You haven’t for a very long time,” said Joe gently. “By now, you’ve preserved more than you ever broke.”
Nicky hummed. “Preserved.” He went to the mantelpiece, still moody, and picked up something small and golden brown. “Like this ant in amber.”
“Listen, let’s go out.”
Joe wanted to shake Nicky out of this mood before it settled.
“Not Disney,” said Nicky, with both genuine and mock horror.
“No.” Joe shuffled through the newspaper on the table. “Let’s go to the movies.” He showed more enthusiasm than he felt, but it was worth it because Nicky laughed and said,
“All right. You pick.”
Joe’s eyes lit, and Nicky pocketed the amber stone.
---
Laden with popcorn and sodas, Joe and Nicky found their seats.
“What’s this about?” asked Nicky.
“Dinosaurs,” replied Joe.
“Dinosaurs,” repeated Nicky, then he hummed. “Remember that time we all went to the Natural History Museum, and Booker asked Andy what it was like to ride a woolly mammoth? She didn’t take to kindly to that, did she?”
“A lifetime ban from the Smithsonian for all of us! I suppose that’s fair given what Andy did to that exhibit.”
“But Booker recovered from being impaled on a bone surprisingly quickly.”
---
“JOE!” hissed Nicky, gawking at the big screen.
“I know!”
“Do you think it could ever really work, making a dinosaur from the DNA of a bug trapped in amber?”
“I don’t know. I’m doubtful.”
Nicky giggled. “I’m a dinosaur with the makings of a dinosaur in my pocket.” He tossed a kernel of popcorn at Joe’s face.
Joe caught it in his mouth and chomped. “That sounds a bit kinky, Mister Di Genoa.”
Nicky snorted. Then he sighed a contented sigh and twined his fingers in Joe’s and gave them a squeeze.
Joe looked over and was happy to see Nicky’s mood had lifted.
Then Nicky leaned closer and whispered, “After the movie, let’s get takeout and go home.”
“Will you let me pet your dinosaur?” teased Joe.
Nicky snorted and smirked. “Maybe.” Then he turned his attention to the screen. “My dinosaur may need consoling. I don’t think they’re going to be the heroes of the movie. And you are very good at consoling.”
Nicky leaned and touched his forehead to Joe’s and then sank into chair and munched popcorn noisily.
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Date: 2022-07-03 12:42 am (UTC)Good fill of the prompt, and it's always fun when one can fill two at the same time!
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Date: 2022-07-03 03:13 am (UTC)Yeah, there is a lot of prompts flying around in July, so I will try to do as many twofers as possible.
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