In Trenches: Part TwoBovril the Perspicacious Loris is not, in its own opinion, having a good day. Moustache Man and Hat Lady refuse to sit still and Mr. Sharp and Mr. Von Hohenburg have been gone for too long. Usually Bovril gets to go with them. People like to have a fab around, Bovril figures in its perspicatious little brain. Or at the very least its people like to have Bovril around. And Bovril likes to be with its people. As a matter of fact, Bovril is becoming quite upset that Moustache Man and Hat Lady have not let him try to find its people. Its people are missing and the two humans Bovril's been left with won't stop arguing. Over a map of all things.
"I appreciate that they must have gotten inside the camp, but I am not going to accept the idea that they've gotten themselves captured there. Mr. Von Hohenburg and Miss Sharp are both very well trained. He in diplomacy as much as she in sneaking."
"I was going to suggest that they have the inverse talents," Mou
In Trenches: Part ThreeThe first thing that Deryn Sharp becomes aware of when she regains consciousness is the darkness. She's frightened for just a moment that she's been blinded. Then it all comes back to her. Escaping the Clanker camp, getting caught in the firefight, the broken communikator, Alek's fingers, the shed collapsing, the fight going right over their heads. The only part of the trail of memories flickering around her head that makes any sense is Alek's fingers. Alek's fingers are still entangled with hers, she notices, giving them a little squeeze. She spends a moment being surprised at how warm they are. But realizes quickly that they are in a tiny little space filled up by their body heat. It's what Russian fighting bears do, she remembers.In Trenches: Part Three2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Alek," she whispers.
Actually, there seems to be a lot of silence. It's warm and dark and quiet. If it weren't for her snowgear and the dirty floor, Deryn might have believed they were back in their own bed. A soldier at heart, she takes stock of
Sleep Detail(s)The former Prince of Austria-Hungary feels incredibly lucky. At the end of a very long day, he is curled up in bed next to the most wonderful person he knows. With his face right close against hers in their darkened bedroom, he can just make out some freckles and the sweep of her pale blonde eyelashes. Her breathing is deep and even. She almost always falls asleep before he does. He sometimes likes to pretend it's because he has more on his mind than she does, but he knows that isn't really true. She's as much of a tactician as he is. She's got plenty to look back on with terror, too.Sleep Detail(s)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It's been a problem for both of them lately, sleeping soundly. Perhaps it's that things have slowed down a bit. That they don't have to scramble and hide to simply survive. Now that things are slower, it seems the past has some time to creep in. Now, thankfully, Deryn seems to be sleeping peacefully. He reaches out and touches her face, heart filling with something warm and deep. Two nights ago, she woke
In TrenchesIn Trenches, Part OneIn Trenches2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The noises are deafening, and they move closer with every passing second. The ground shakes as another bomb goes off outside. Alek can feel sweat trickling down his back even though it can't be even thirty degrees. Alek's hands tremble as he struggles with the insides of their broken communikator. Without it, there's no way to know if it's safe for them to get back to their camp, if someone is coming for them... they have nothing without it. They're just stuck. Which feels like a fate worse than death for Deryn Sharp and Aleksandar Von Hohenburg.
Alek had believed that tossing the papal bull off of the side of the Leviathan into the Hudson river might have made his life simpler. The moments afterward he had felt lighter than air, and not simply because Deryn had kissed him quite soundly. He shouldn't have been surprised, however, that it wasn't true at all. Being, as Deryn described, common as dirt, was turning out to be rather more complicated than he ever
VocabularyHigh in a tree, the former Prince of Austria-Hungary and the much decorated Midshipman Deryn Sharp were having an interesting discussion. At the very least, the discussion was interesting to Bovril. To the humans, and especially to Alek, it was merely some exellent end of the day banter; an old past-time for the pair. He was feeling especially tired today, and was especially glad when Deryn had suggested a trip to the park.Vocabulary2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Working for Dr. Barlow was hard work, especially since now he had to alternate between being a diplomat-slash-spy and a translation machine. Who knew how many Darwinists had written old manuscripts in one of the many languages he'd been spoon-fed as a child?
He didn't mind it, mostly, because wherever he was, Deryn came with him as his guard and escort. Being of like age and having fought together for so long made them an ideal pair, according to Dr. Barlow. Depending on where they were going, he was escorted by Deryn or Dylan. And somehow, though they saw nearly th
parentsAlek frowns at his computer screen. "What am I to do with a loris?"parents3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Thousands of miles away, Deryn leans back in her chair, rummaging for more crisps. "I don't know, daftie. It's your sidequest."
He checks the word describing the hatched egg. "It's 'perspicacious'. What does that mean?"
She Googles it. " 'Clever'."
"I was expecting something like 'ferocious'."
She grins. "Babies surprise you, Da."
He straightens, indignant. "I'm not its father!"
"Right. You hatched it, so really, you're its mum."
He glares; she winks; defeated, he sighs. "Shall we invade Istanbul now?"
She grabs more crisps. "Aye, Ma, let's."
Dalek Week: ParentsShe didn't want to tell him. She wished that she could stand there, uninterrupted, for the rest of time. Her back pressed against the door, wide blue eyes reading the letter from the doctor over and over again. She knew what it said. She could have recited the words and phrasing by heart after one reading. The typewriter ink smudged in her mind.Dalek Week: Parents3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Mrs. Sharp, we have the unfortunate news to inform you that
Deryn clutched the letter between her hands, wrinkles embedding themselves violently into the paper as she slid down to the floor, legs folding limply beneath her frame. The words began to blur before her eyes, her throat whimpering in despair.
She had expected as much. She had always had a feeling that it was true. It seemed inevitable. But she didn't want to tell Alek.
She could only imagine the disappointment on his face. A smile turning to worry, thinly hiding his grief. He had always been a terrible liar.
Her throat burned, clenching another cry, hands gripping both ends of