Interest drabbles
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c_carol, Discworld, interest that will be revealed... non slash. 100 words.
Vimes screwed up his face in deep thought, and Vetinari smiled faintly as he turned over a page.
“It’s not pointy enough to be effective. And what’s this hook thing for? I mean, fishing for information, maybe, but I didn’t know it was supposed to be taken literally.”
Vetinari sighed to himself.
Vimes turned the implement over with a metallic clatter.
“I heard about this thing they do over in one of them desert countries, where they stick a hook up your nose and-”
“You’re on entirely the wrong lines, your grace.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s a crochet hook.”
***
And the second one won't be understood unless you've read American Gods, so I wouldn't bother. Spoilers. ;)
Fornotassuch, American Gods, British humour. 100 words.
Low Key saluted offhandedly as he walked out of the cell, that final time, his scarred smile maybe not quite so bright as usual. Shadow lifted the copy of Herodotus’ Histories and grinned back.
“Be seeing you, kid.”
Shadow’s forehead creased slightly. “Doubt it.”
The con, ex-con now, tilted his head to one side, and the way the light hit his eyes made him look different, unfamiliar, dangerous. “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.”
“That’s Monty Python, yeah?”
“Our weapon is fear. Fear and surprise…”
Shadow laughed. “You spend too much time with the TV, friend.”
Low Key’s smile faded. “Possibly.”
c_carol, Discworld, interest that will be revealed... non slash. 100 words.Vimes screwed up his face in deep thought, and Vetinari smiled faintly as he turned over a page.
“It’s not pointy enough to be effective. And what’s this hook thing for? I mean, fishing for information, maybe, but I didn’t know it was supposed to be taken literally.”
Vetinari sighed to himself.
Vimes turned the implement over with a metallic clatter.
“I heard about this thing they do over in one of them desert countries, where they stick a hook up your nose and-”
“You’re on entirely the wrong lines, your grace.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s a crochet hook.”
***
And the second one won't be understood unless you've read American Gods, so I wouldn't bother. Spoilers. ;)
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notassuch, American Gods, British humour. 100 words.Low Key saluted offhandedly as he walked out of the cell, that final time, his scarred smile maybe not quite so bright as usual. Shadow lifted the copy of Herodotus’ Histories and grinned back.
“Be seeing you, kid.”
Shadow’s forehead creased slightly. “Doubt it.”
The con, ex-con now, tilted his head to one side, and the way the light hit his eyes made him look different, unfamiliar, dangerous. “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.”
“That’s Monty Python, yeah?”
“Our weapon is fear. Fear and surprise…”
Shadow laughed. “You spend too much time with the TV, friend.”
Low Key’s smile faded. “Possibly.”
