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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-19 10:32 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-19 10:32 pm
One-a-Day: May 19th
Fandom: Supernatural/Everworld
Title: Compensation
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: David Levin/Ruby
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Ruby wants to borrow David's sword collection.
Author's Note: Forevenasiwander. David is set twelve years post-canon.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Everworld or Supernatural. They're owned by the CW and K. A. Applegate. However, Val and all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
So she was a demon.
Well—at least he was moving up on the list of “Girls who were Going to Send You to Hell” rather than down. Or maybe it was the other way around? Or maybe who really the fuck cared? He liked her, demon or not. And while him liking women tended to get him screwed over in more ways than one, he wasn’t exactly looking to bat for the other team. The thought of possibly finding Christopher attractive was enough to make him do a bit more than gag. And besides, none of this was the point.
The point is that Ruby was a demon. And he was pretty sure she was using him for his weaponry.
But he liked Ruby. She was—interesting. She was snarky, and hot, and independent. And did he mention hot? She wasn’t cold in the same way that Senna was (it was more of a physical thing with Ruby, and more emotional with Senna), and he had to admit, he’d been pretty good. No girls that were decidedly evil or trying to screw with his head since Senna had died. In fact, no girls period for twelve years. Twelve years without a girlfriend. He had a feeling a lot of people would say he was overdue. But his personal feelings towards Ruby had nothing to do with this current situation.
Fact of the matter was that she’d come to him, looking for help on some kind of demon thing, and she needed an arsenal. And for some reason, she figured that if he had the sword, he had more than just the swords. Which was kinda true.
But really—it kind of made sense in his case. You spend twelve years fighting an unending war, you learn how to store your implements of destruction. And he was a bit of a careful guy, so just because he was in a theoretically less dangerous world, doesn’t mean he was going to just chuck all of his weapons.
He led the way into his bedroom, to that old fashioned armoire he kept in the corner of his bedroom. After pulling the key out of his pocket, he quickly unlocked the doors and pulled the doors back. There were several large broadswords leaning against the back of the armoire, as well as some smaller pieces lining the sides, and a few holsters holding some high caliber semi-automatics hanging off the insides of the doors. Ruby’s eyes went wide and she let out a low whistle.
“Paranoid much?” she said, giving him a look as she moved closer.
“Can never be too careful,” he said with a shrug. “And you said you wanted an arsenal, right?”
“Yeah, right,” she said slowly, picking up one of the blades, weighing it in her hand for a moment, before turning back to him, looking him over. “Big sword.”
“Big swords cause more damage.”
“Yeah,” she said, still giving him a look. “Sure you’re not—compensating for something?”
David paused, staring at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “Why does everybody say that?”
Ruby just smirked, and shook her head. “Never mind, Levin. Never mind.” She turned back to the arsenal and looked it over again. “And yeah—I’m gonna need all of this.”
“Then I want in.”
She spun around to look at him in surprise again. “You’re joking, right?”
David just blinked at her again. “Ask anyone who knows me—I don’t joke.”
She snorted slightly. “Look, I appreciate you loaning me your gear, but this isn’t some Renaissance Fair with choreographed fights. This is life and death. Anyone who actually wants in on this without any obligation is either an idiot or suicidal. Or both.”
“I get that,” David said crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And trust me, I know what’s at stake. I’ve seen a lot more than you think. And if you’re going to be using my gear—I want in.”
“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” she said softly, crossing her arms in front of his chest. “You know that right.”
“It’ll be a nice change of pace.”
She watched him carefully again. “You’re gonna have to tell me this story of this supposed battlefield experience of yours.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“You’ll have to try me.”
“How much time have you got?”
“How much do you have to tell me about?”
“Twelve years.”
“I don’t have that kind of time,” she sighed before rolling her eyes. “If you survive, you elaborate.”
“You got it,” he said with a smirk, before starting to grab his stuff, and throw it together. This was going to be fun.
Title: Compensation
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: David Levin/Ruby
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Ruby wants to borrow David's sword collection.
Author's Note: For
evenasiwander. David is set twelve years post-canon.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Everworld or Supernatural. They're owned by the CW and K. A. Applegate. However, Val and all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
So she was a demon.
Well—at least he was moving up on the list of “Girls who were Going to Send You to Hell” rather than down. Or maybe it was the other way around? Or maybe who really the fuck cared? He liked her, demon or not. And while him liking women tended to get him screwed over in more ways than one, he wasn’t exactly looking to bat for the other team. The thought of possibly finding Christopher attractive was enough to make him do a bit more than gag. And besides, none of this was the point.
The point is that Ruby was a demon. And he was pretty sure she was using him for his weaponry.
But he liked Ruby. She was—interesting. She was snarky, and hot, and independent. And did he mention hot? She wasn’t cold in the same way that Senna was (it was more of a physical thing with Ruby, and more emotional with Senna), and he had to admit, he’d been pretty good. No girls that were decidedly evil or trying to screw with his head since Senna had died. In fact, no girls period for twelve years. Twelve years without a girlfriend. He had a feeling a lot of people would say he was overdue. But his personal feelings towards Ruby had nothing to do with this current situation.
Fact of the matter was that she’d come to him, looking for help on some kind of demon thing, and she needed an arsenal. And for some reason, she figured that if he had the sword, he had more than just the swords. Which was kinda true.
But really—it kind of made sense in his case. You spend twelve years fighting an unending war, you learn how to store your implements of destruction. And he was a bit of a careful guy, so just because he was in a theoretically less dangerous world, doesn’t mean he was going to just chuck all of his weapons.
He led the way into his bedroom, to that old fashioned armoire he kept in the corner of his bedroom. After pulling the key out of his pocket, he quickly unlocked the doors and pulled the doors back. There were several large broadswords leaning against the back of the armoire, as well as some smaller pieces lining the sides, and a few holsters holding some high caliber semi-automatics hanging off the insides of the doors. Ruby’s eyes went wide and she let out a low whistle.
“Paranoid much?” she said, giving him a look as she moved closer.
“Can never be too careful,” he said with a shrug. “And you said you wanted an arsenal, right?”
“Yeah, right,” she said slowly, picking up one of the blades, weighing it in her hand for a moment, before turning back to him, looking him over. “Big sword.”
“Big swords cause more damage.”
“Yeah,” she said, still giving him a look. “Sure you’re not—compensating for something?”
David paused, staring at her for a moment, before shaking his head. “Why does everybody say that?”
Ruby just smirked, and shook her head. “Never mind, Levin. Never mind.” She turned back to the arsenal and looked it over again. “And yeah—I’m gonna need all of this.”
“Then I want in.”
She spun around to look at him in surprise again. “You’re joking, right?”
David just blinked at her again. “Ask anyone who knows me—I don’t joke.”
She snorted slightly. “Look, I appreciate you loaning me your gear, but this isn’t some Renaissance Fair with choreographed fights. This is life and death. Anyone who actually wants in on this without any obligation is either an idiot or suicidal. Or both.”
“I get that,” David said crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And trust me, I know what’s at stake. I’ve seen a lot more than you think. And if you’re going to be using my gear—I want in.”
“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” she said softly, crossing her arms in front of his chest. “You know that right.”
“It’ll be a nice change of pace.”
She watched him carefully again. “You’re gonna have to tell me this story of this supposed battlefield experience of yours.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“You’ll have to try me.”
“How much time have you got?”
“How much do you have to tell me about?”
“Twelve years.”
“I don’t have that kind of time,” she sighed before rolling her eyes. “If you survive, you elaborate.”
“You got it,” he said with a smirk, before starting to grab his stuff, and throw it together. This was going to be fun.