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Challenge: Orte - Im Auto (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle/Eagle of the Ninth
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca
Wörter: 779
A/N: Mehr Game Warden-AU. Weil![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
servena den Hund sehen wollte.
Und wenn ich klug wäre, wäre ich bereits vor zwei Stunden schlafen gegangen, aber... da hab ich grad angefangen zu schreiben, also... Japp.
The game warden was in fact very well-prepared. His truck might have been a beat-up forest green Ford sporting the pronghorn logo of the Wyoming Game & Fish Department but it came with a set of camping mattresses for the (remarkably uncluttered) truck bed, two camping chairs, and a slobbering black Great Dane called Cub. Cub had fallen in love with Esca immediately, and he was strangely okay with that because it made Marcus smile like he was only seconds behind his dog.
"I'm afraid I've only got some curry from yesterday for dinner. And jerky, of course."
"Of course," Esca echoed, half distracted by the way the game warden's jeans stretched when he rummaged around on the backseat. "I didn't expect dinner, honestly."
"No, you expected to drag about 900 pounds of elk bull through the wilderness on your own." Marcus winked and pushed a few tupperware containers into Esca's hands, before presenting an apple on his flat hand to Minna, the horse Esca had rented for his trip. "Not quite my idea of a fun evening."
Between the wink and the soft lilt in the game warden's voice, Esca felt about ready to skip dinner. "No? What would you consider fun then?" he purred and earned himself an impressive blush.
"Dinner." The answer came too fast and too breathless, and Esca raised his eyebrows, just for good measure. Marcus swallowed heavily and Cub decided this was the right moment to jump up and try to get at the food containers. Buried beneath 120 pounds of dog and tupperware, Esca could only blink up at a laughing Marcus.
"Told you he likes you!"
"I demand recompensation."
The game warden leaned over to grab the food containers. "Dinner's coming right up."
They had an honest-to-god candle-light dinner because apparently Marcus tried to forgo flashlights as much as possible to not attract any of the 45 mosquito species native to his beautiful Equality State. Over (surprisingly good) curry they had painfully earnest conversations about bow hunting, fishing and preservation efforts. It was like a very awkward first date, made worse by the presence of a horse and a dog, but Esca was oddly charmed.
That only got worse, when Marcus turned around like a perfect gentlemen as Esca got rid of his jeans and plaid shirt to get ready for bed. In the candle light, the tips of his ears looked unnaturally red which definitely called for a comment on Esca's virtues needing no protection, but for some reason, Esca couldn't make himself say anything. Instead, he climbed into the truck bed, ignoring the offered hand, and made himself comfortable on one of the mattresses.
"I've got sleeping bags, if you think it's going to get cold?"
"I thought we were going to keep each other warm?" Esca offered but there was no real heat behind that. The temperature had barely fallen below 65 and he had a stomach full of curry and the mattress was more comfortable than it had any right to be.
Marcus laugh at that was a bit choked up, but genuine. "Oh, no, that's what we've got Cub for."
In the darkness, Esca struggled to make out the eagle logo on the over-sized t-shirt Marcus had changed into for the night. It was some kind of sports team, he thought, and tried not to dwell on the fact that he hadn't been able to watch him undress. Somewhere between these thoughts and staring at the game warden lying down beside him, it took a while for Marcus's words to sink in. "Wait, what?"
"Oh, I wasn't kidding when I said my dog was going to keep me company," Marcus chuckled.
"Are you saying--" With a heavy thud, Cub landed in the truck bed, nudging his way in-between the two men like it was his god-given right to cock-block Esca. The dog made himself comfortable in the center of the truck bed with a heavy sigh and started snoring almost immediately.
Esca stared up into the starry night sky and couldn't help but giggle. "I didn't realize dogs snored."
Marcus gave a soft chuckle. "Some more than others."
"Yeah..." Esca trailed off, resigning himself to spending the night in Marcus's truck bed with a Great Dane wedged in-between them like some kind of furry, snoring chaperone. This was so not where he'd expected the evening to go mere hours ago, but he didn't really mind, he thought while drifting off. There was always tomorrow, after all.
Challenge: Orte - Im Auto (fürs Team)
Fandom: The Eagle/Eagle of the Ninth
Charaktere: Marcus, Esca
Wörter: 779
A/N: Mehr Game Warden-AU. Weil
servena den Hund sehen wollte.Und wenn ich klug wäre, wäre ich bereits vor zwei Stunden schlafen gegangen, aber... da hab ich grad angefangen zu schreiben, also... Japp.
The game warden was in fact very well-prepared. His truck might have been a beat-up forest green Ford sporting the pronghorn logo of the Wyoming Game & Fish Department but it came with a set of camping mattresses for the (remarkably uncluttered) truck bed, two camping chairs, and a slobbering black Great Dane called Cub. Cub had fallen in love with Esca immediately, and he was strangely okay with that because it made Marcus smile like he was only seconds behind his dog.
"I'm afraid I've only got some curry from yesterday for dinner. And jerky, of course."
"Of course," Esca echoed, half distracted by the way the game warden's jeans stretched when he rummaged around on the backseat. "I didn't expect dinner, honestly."
"No, you expected to drag about 900 pounds of elk bull through the wilderness on your own." Marcus winked and pushed a few tupperware containers into Esca's hands, before presenting an apple on his flat hand to Minna, the horse Esca had rented for his trip. "Not quite my idea of a fun evening."
Between the wink and the soft lilt in the game warden's voice, Esca felt about ready to skip dinner. "No? What would you consider fun then?" he purred and earned himself an impressive blush.
"Dinner." The answer came too fast and too breathless, and Esca raised his eyebrows, just for good measure. Marcus swallowed heavily and Cub decided this was the right moment to jump up and try to get at the food containers. Buried beneath 120 pounds of dog and tupperware, Esca could only blink up at a laughing Marcus.
"Told you he likes you!"
"I demand recompensation."
The game warden leaned over to grab the food containers. "Dinner's coming right up."
They had an honest-to-god candle-light dinner because apparently Marcus tried to forgo flashlights as much as possible to not attract any of the 45 mosquito species native to his beautiful Equality State. Over (surprisingly good) curry they had painfully earnest conversations about bow hunting, fishing and preservation efforts. It was like a very awkward first date, made worse by the presence of a horse and a dog, but Esca was oddly charmed.
That only got worse, when Marcus turned around like a perfect gentlemen as Esca got rid of his jeans and plaid shirt to get ready for bed. In the candle light, the tips of his ears looked unnaturally red which definitely called for a comment on Esca's virtues needing no protection, but for some reason, Esca couldn't make himself say anything. Instead, he climbed into the truck bed, ignoring the offered hand, and made himself comfortable on one of the mattresses.
"I've got sleeping bags, if you think it's going to get cold?"
"I thought we were going to keep each other warm?" Esca offered but there was no real heat behind that. The temperature had barely fallen below 65 and he had a stomach full of curry and the mattress was more comfortable than it had any right to be.
Marcus laugh at that was a bit choked up, but genuine. "Oh, no, that's what we've got Cub for."
In the darkness, Esca struggled to make out the eagle logo on the over-sized t-shirt Marcus had changed into for the night. It was some kind of sports team, he thought, and tried not to dwell on the fact that he hadn't been able to watch him undress. Somewhere between these thoughts and staring at the game warden lying down beside him, it took a while for Marcus's words to sink in. "Wait, what?"
"Oh, I wasn't kidding when I said my dog was going to keep me company," Marcus chuckled.
"Are you saying--" With a heavy thud, Cub landed in the truck bed, nudging his way in-between the two men like it was his god-given right to cock-block Esca. The dog made himself comfortable in the center of the truck bed with a heavy sigh and started snoring almost immediately.
Esca stared up into the starry night sky and couldn't help but giggle. "I didn't realize dogs snored."
Marcus gave a soft chuckle. "Some more than others."
"Yeah..." Esca trailed off, resigning himself to spending the night in Marcus's truck bed with a Great Dane wedged in-between them like some kind of furry, snoring chaperone. This was so not where he'd expected the evening to go mere hours ago, but he didn't really mind, he thought while drifting off. There was always tomorrow, after all.
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Date: 2023-09-13 07:05 am (UTC)Ich will dir ALLES zitieren. Die ganze Fic. Jeden Satz. Aber insbesondere alles, was mit Cub in Zusammenhang steht, denn das war perfekt. Und er ist wichtig für den Plot!!1
Ich mein, der Anfang ist gleich so gut ("Cub had fallen in love with Esca immediately, and he was strangely okay with that because it made Marcus smile like he was only seconds behind his dog." Yes yes yes.), und die Mitte ist so fun (und Esca ist so ein little shit, I mean, "No? What would you consider fun then?"??) und das Ende ist auch so gut ("with a Great Dane wedged in-between them like some kind of furry, snoring chaperone)??
Wenn du spät abends immer so schreibst, kannst du deinem Schlaf schonmal Goodbye sagen.
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Date: 2023-09-13 11:11 am (UTC)