Wait, Georgette Heyer has books with balloon ascensions? *beams* Which ones?
Hee, thank you! I had a lot of fun with them. You can't go wrong with cuddles (except I'm really glad no one gave me Bob and Batman, because, hmm). And of course you can have Lindsey and Kitty! In a balloon, even. (This is wildly AU.)
"Fucking fucked-up piece of shit navigation system." Lyn-Z kicks at it for good measure, and swears again.
"This was not where we were supposed to land." Kitty sounds tired, and no wonder. Fucked-up ankles (possibly broken) will do that to you.
Lyn-Z looks around the deserted beach, notes that she can't see smoke anywhere close, so presumably this island isn't even inhabited. Fun. And their rations will last them precisely three days. Double fun.
"How's your ankle?" she says instead of yelling again.
"Oh, you know," Kitty smiles a little. "Could be worse, could've been both ankles."
"Always look on the bright side of life, right?"
"Of fucking course."
They smile at each other (some things are always the same, and at least they're here together) and settle in for the night. Lyn-Z unwraps the ration bar with a flourish and presents it to Kitty.
"Your meal, mylady. The finest cardboard money can buy."
"Now now," says Kitty, taking it. "Don't forget the delicate fruits, freeze-dried until they resemble little tiny flecks of mold."
"Of course," Lyn-Z grins, "how could I forget?"
After they eat, Lyn-Z makes Kitty lie down with her head on Lyn-Z's lap. "You need to sleep," she says, talking over Kitty's protest that they can at least trade watches. "I'll sleep during the day, but you're the wounded one."
"Damsel in distress," Kitty mumbles into Lyn-Z's thigh.
Lyn-Z sweeps Kitty's hair away from her forehead. "Whatever you want to be," she says quietly, looking out into the night.
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Date: 2009-08-25 11:08 am (UTC)Hee, thank you! I had a lot of fun with them. You can't go wrong with cuddles (except I'm really glad no one gave me Bob and Batman, because, hmm). And of course you can have Lindsey and Kitty! In a balloon, even. (This is wildly AU.)
"Fucking fucked-up piece of shit navigation system." Lyn-Z kicks at it for good measure, and swears again.
"This was not where we were supposed to land." Kitty sounds tired, and no wonder. Fucked-up ankles (possibly broken) will do that to you.
Lyn-Z looks around the deserted beach, notes that she can't see smoke anywhere close, so presumably this island isn't even inhabited. Fun. And their rations will last them precisely three days. Double fun.
"How's your ankle?" she says instead of yelling again.
"Oh, you know," Kitty smiles a little. "Could be worse, could've been both ankles."
"Always look on the bright side of life, right?"
"Of fucking course."
They smile at each other (some things are always the same, and at least they're here together) and settle in for the night. Lyn-Z unwraps the ration bar with a flourish and presents it to Kitty.
"Your meal, mylady. The finest cardboard money can buy."
"Now now," says Kitty, taking it. "Don't forget the delicate fruits, freeze-dried until they resemble little tiny flecks of mold."
"Of course," Lyn-Z grins, "how could I forget?"
After they eat, Lyn-Z makes Kitty lie down with her head on Lyn-Z's lap. "You need to sleep," she says, talking over Kitty's protest that they can at least trade watches. "I'll sleep during the day, but you're the wounded one."
"Damsel in distress," Kitty mumbles into Lyn-Z's thigh.
Lyn-Z sweeps Kitty's hair away from her forehead. "Whatever you want to be," she says quietly, looking out into the night.