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inglouriously) wrote2011-06-08 12:09 am
inglouriously) wrote2011-06-08 12:09 am
drabbles and things
1. Hans Landa - Stars and Boulevards - Augustana
Sometimes, he wondered whether this was all worth it. The coercion, the lies, the smiling, gregarious facade behind which lurked a monster of the worst kind. The people he had killed, the heinous acts he'd committed—and he felt nothing. No remorse, no guilt, not a hint of emotion. At times, he thought he might have even enjoyed some of it. But in the end, Hans Landa would always be numb. In that respect, he was probably perfectly suited to the career path he'd chosen.
With that thought in his mind, comforting though his mind required no comfort, he raised the pistol, resting the cold barrel to the temple of the man he'd been ordered to kill, and pulled the trigger. Landa smiled.
2. Audrey and Pavel - Miley Cyrus - Can't Be Tamed
"Pavel, maybe you should just—oh, sod it." Her coworker was already beyond earshot, especially considering how crowded the pub (bar) already was. Why she had agreed to accompany him to Boston for St. Patrick's Day was beyond her, especially since she wasn't even of age to drink in the States, something dear Pavel had conveniently neglected to tell her.
Her hulking, hairy compadre was already in the middle of a throng of very drunk women, making a complete drunken arse out of himself. At least he looked like he was enjoying himself. There was a loud smack, and Audrey winced. "Smooth, Pavel," she called, laughing at the sight of him rubbing his very red cheek.
3. 19th century Evie and Edgar - Sunday Best - Augustana
Edgar Hunt—Lord Hunt, he supposed he was now—had a very important errand to attend to today, and it was with a quietly nervous demeanor that he gave his name to the Hollingsberrys' man at the door. As he was led to Lord Hugo's drawing-room, he removed his black top hat, if nothing else for the luxury of having his hands occupied. He did hate to be seen fidgeting.
Half an hour later, and the quiet young lord emerged, looking faintly triumphant. A light tripping of slippers against plush carpet drew his attention, and he was somehow unsurprised to see the youngest Hollingsberry and the object of his affections drawing nearer, a curious look on her face. "Lord Edgar, what brings you to my family's home today?"
Edgar smiled faintly and bowed low. "Lady Evelyn." Straightening, he studied her for a moment, trying to decide how best to go about this, before offering his arm. "Would you do me the pleasure of a turn about the garden?" Now came the difficult part.
Sometimes, he wondered whether this was all worth it. The coercion, the lies, the smiling, gregarious facade behind which lurked a monster of the worst kind. The people he had killed, the heinous acts he'd committed—and he felt nothing. No remorse, no guilt, not a hint of emotion. At times, he thought he might have even enjoyed some of it. But in the end, Hans Landa would always be numb. In that respect, he was probably perfectly suited to the career path he'd chosen.
With that thought in his mind, comforting though his mind required no comfort, he raised the pistol, resting the cold barrel to the temple of the man he'd been ordered to kill, and pulled the trigger. Landa smiled.
2. Audrey and Pavel - Miley Cyrus - Can't Be Tamed
"Pavel, maybe you should just—oh, sod it." Her coworker was already beyond earshot, especially considering how crowded the pub (bar) already was. Why she had agreed to accompany him to Boston for St. Patrick's Day was beyond her, especially since she wasn't even of age to drink in the States, something dear Pavel had conveniently neglected to tell her.
Her hulking, hairy compadre was already in the middle of a throng of very drunk women, making a complete drunken arse out of himself. At least he looked like he was enjoying himself. There was a loud smack, and Audrey winced. "Smooth, Pavel," she called, laughing at the sight of him rubbing his very red cheek.
3. 19th century Evie and Edgar - Sunday Best - Augustana
Edgar Hunt—Lord Hunt, he supposed he was now—had a very important errand to attend to today, and it was with a quietly nervous demeanor that he gave his name to the Hollingsberrys' man at the door. As he was led to Lord Hugo's drawing-room, he removed his black top hat, if nothing else for the luxury of having his hands occupied. He did hate to be seen fidgeting.
Half an hour later, and the quiet young lord emerged, looking faintly triumphant. A light tripping of slippers against plush carpet drew his attention, and he was somehow unsurprised to see the youngest Hollingsberry and the object of his affections drawing nearer, a curious look on her face. "Lord Edgar, what brings you to my family's home today?"
Edgar smiled faintly and bowed low. "Lady Evelyn." Straightening, he studied her for a moment, trying to decide how best to go about this, before offering his arm. "Would you do me the pleasure of a turn about the garden?" Now came the difficult part.