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ajremixTitle: Like a Wing
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 485
Characters: Wash, CT
In response to: completelysane
Summary: Wash always thought there was a bird-like quality to Connie.
Wash was always surprised at how small Connie was outside of her armor. Everyone was smaller, Wash knew that, but it seemed even more so with her, like there was something particularly birdlike about how her body was put together, all small, willowy limbs that made delicate angles as she sat or stood. Even hunched over a computer or slouched on the couch in a ball so tiny she got lost in the cushions that birdness was still there. Wash would sometimes think that maybe her bones were hollow and if he wrapped his hand around her wrist it would be almost like grabbing air (if she ever let him touch her, if he ever got up the courage to ask).
The line of her neck was pale under the overhead lighting, softening the shape of vertebrae where her head angled down. The line of her nose was flat and sharp and hooked up at the end above her lips shaped like a bow. Though there wasn't anything particularly birdlike in her features, it still had that sharp delicateness that made Wash think of some kind of raptor. A small one that was often overlooked and people tended to forget how much a predator they actually were. Maybe a sparrowhawk, the kind that ambushed their prey.
"If you have a question you can just ask."
His attention was drawn back to the here and now where Connie had turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. Her hair swept down against her cheek like a wing and Wash wondered if it felt soft or slick. His hands lay stiffly against his knees. "I don't have a question."
"Then why were you staring at me?"
"I wasn't staring. I was just thinking."
"About?"
He gnawed on the inside of his lip, trying to come up with any remotely plausible excuse. He blurted out the first thing on his mind, "I think I need to do some maintenance on my equipment."
Connie gave a little grunt which, with her high voice, sounded almost musical. "You should probably do that, then."
She cocked her head to the side and tucked some hair behind her ear and for a wild moment Wash wanted to ask if she liked birds or maybe if she ever just stood with her face against the wind and nothing but sky in her mind. She might not laugh at him or make a derisive comment like South would. Hell, Connie might have even answered him but it would be with that look that made Wash feel stupid and clumsy and the complete opposite of guys like York or North or Wyoming. But Connie kept looking at him and that feeling was starting to clamor up Wash's feet and claw their way above his ankles so he stood and hastily strode from the room, feeling Connie's eagle-sharp eyes on
his back.
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: G
Word Count: 485
Characters: Wash, CT
In response to: completelysane
Summary: Wash always thought there was a bird-like quality to Connie.
Wash was always surprised at how small Connie was outside of her armor. Everyone was smaller, Wash knew that, but it seemed even more so with her, like there was something particularly birdlike about how her body was put together, all small, willowy limbs that made delicate angles as she sat or stood. Even hunched over a computer or slouched on the couch in a ball so tiny she got lost in the cushions that birdness was still there. Wash would sometimes think that maybe her bones were hollow and if he wrapped his hand around her wrist it would be almost like grabbing air (if she ever let him touch her, if he ever got up the courage to ask).
The line of her neck was pale under the overhead lighting, softening the shape of vertebrae where her head angled down. The line of her nose was flat and sharp and hooked up at the end above her lips shaped like a bow. Though there wasn't anything particularly birdlike in her features, it still had that sharp delicateness that made Wash think of some kind of raptor. A small one that was often overlooked and people tended to forget how much a predator they actually were. Maybe a sparrowhawk, the kind that ambushed their prey.
"If you have a question you can just ask."
His attention was drawn back to the here and now where Connie had turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. Her hair swept down against her cheek like a wing and Wash wondered if it felt soft or slick. His hands lay stiffly against his knees. "I don't have a question."
"Then why were you staring at me?"
"I wasn't staring. I was just thinking."
"About?"
He gnawed on the inside of his lip, trying to come up with any remotely plausible excuse. He blurted out the first thing on his mind, "I think I need to do some maintenance on my equipment."
Connie gave a little grunt which, with her high voice, sounded almost musical. "You should probably do that, then."
She cocked her head to the side and tucked some hair behind her ear and for a wild moment Wash wanted to ask if she liked birds or maybe if she ever just stood with her face against the wind and nothing but sky in her mind. She might not laugh at him or make a derisive comment like South would. Hell, Connie might have even answered him but it would be with that look that made Wash feel stupid and clumsy and the complete opposite of guys like York or North or Wyoming. But Connie kept looking at him and that feeling was starting to clamor up Wash's feet and claw their way above his ankles so he stood and hastily strode from the room, feeling Connie's eagle-sharp eyes on
his back.
