Vignette – A miniature portrait, a window into a life.
Nocturne – A black piece, a dark paragraph.
"Well if your worthless cannon fodder can't manage it, maybe I should take Sami."
The thing about Eagle is that he uses his aviatory expertise every day of his life. He knows exactly how to fashion his words into weapons, and where to strike to draw the most blood.
"Fuck you, Eagle."
And the problem with Jess is that she can never let it be. Not for her the watching captain's stoic humour, Eagle's spite always slid from him as would, well, as would water from a drake's back. No; Jess cannot close her eyes and count to ten. Because Eagle has always been able to make her blood boil.
"Not even if you begged me."
That lazy drawl, that softly bitter smirk. Eagle could always make her cry.
"Fuck you," she repeats. "Fuck you."
She walks away because she doesn't want Eagle to see. And he doesn't watch her go because he doesn't want to see, either.
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(Disclaimer - I'll beat these characters black and blue, me no own so you no sue!)