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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Excerpt from an Untitled WIP
Fandom: Romani Detective/Preying Eyes Crossover
Pairings: Gen with mentions of Andrej/James/Zayne and Adrien/Elliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 586
Author’s Note: Written for the April “How I Met…” Challenge at 1_million_words. My pairing was Andrej Zeklos + Adrien Lupei. I have a list of ten prompts and while not explicit in this excerpt, I think that both watch and travel are implied. Since there isn’t any way I can finish this fic by May 4th, have an almost 600-word excerpt, complete fic to come in the future.
Checking his notes quickly, Andrej knocked on the door to the dressing room. A muffled ‘come in’ came through the door and he let himself inside. Glancing around the room, he took note of the similarity to the other one he’d been in recently. The only difference between the two was that this one contained a live body.
That particular body was of a young male, mid-twenties, with shoulder length dark hair, caramel colored skin, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Andrej blinked. They honestly could be related. It was probably a good thing that Zayne was not present today otherwise he’d be fielding questions about long lost brothers. “Austen Ricci?”
The young man’s handsome face scrunched into a look of disgust. “You’re with the police?” Andrej nodded and the kid relaxed some. “Then call me Adrien, please.” He stood and held out his hand. Andrej took it into his own and gave a firm shake. “Detective Andrej Zeklos.”
“Nice to meet you,” Adrien said. “Austen is my stage name and sometimes hearing it causes irrational rage.” He shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Do not apologize,” Andrej said. “My name causes much… mispronunciation and my coworkers have taken to calling me Andy instead of Drej like my family always did.” He made a helpless sort of gesture. “So I can understand the – what did you call it? Irrational rage?”
Adrien laughed. “I like you,” he said. “You remind me a lot of my uncles. Right down to the look.” He used a finger to circle his face. “The resemblance is uncanny.”
“I thought the same thing when I first saw you,” he said. “I need to ask you a few questions, if that is okay?”
“It’s fine,” Adrien said. “Have a seat.”
Andrej brought a chair over so that he could sit across from Adrien on the couch. “What is your full name for my records?”
“Adrien Lupei,” he said. “Born February 14, 1993. I live in Tucker, Tennessee, although I do have a residence in Nashville proper for optics.”
“Lupei,” Andrej asked, eyes lifting from the notes he was taking. “That is Romanian, is it not?”
“Score yourself five bonus points,” Adrien joked. “You are correct.” He thought for a second. “Your accent, is that where you’re from?”
“It is,” he said. “I came to America nearly twenty years ago.”
“And the accent is still so thick you could cut it with a knife,” Adrien pointed out. “I like it. I think my mom would love you, too. You’re not single by any chance, are you?”
That caught him off guard. “I, uh, no. I am in a relationship.”
“Pity,” Adrien said. “You’d like her, too, I think.”
“If she is anything like you, I am sure I would.” This kid had him off his game and he needed to pull himself together quickly. “I understand you were the one who found the body?”
“I am,” he said, a shudder of revulsion coursing through his body. “My boy – a good friend of mine back home is a homicide detective as well. We don’t have a lot of need for that kind of thing in Tucker, but we have two – Elliot and Damon – but man, I never honestly thought I’d ever stumble over a body myself.”
He let the almost admission go without a word. Andrej knew how hard it was to keep that particular secret, how necessary it was at times. “How did you find him?”
“He was in my dressing room.”
Well, that explained a lot.
Fandom: Romani Detective/Preying Eyes Crossover
Pairings: Gen with mentions of Andrej/James/Zayne and Adrien/Elliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: 586
Author’s Note: Written for the April “How I Met…” Challenge at 1_million_words. My pairing was Andrej Zeklos + Adrien Lupei. I have a list of ten prompts and while not explicit in this excerpt, I think that both watch and travel are implied. Since there isn’t any way I can finish this fic by May 4th, have an almost 600-word excerpt, complete fic to come in the future.
Checking his notes quickly, Andrej knocked on the door to the dressing room. A muffled ‘come in’ came through the door and he let himself inside. Glancing around the room, he took note of the similarity to the other one he’d been in recently. The only difference between the two was that this one contained a live body.
That particular body was of a young male, mid-twenties, with shoulder length dark hair, caramel colored skin, and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Andrej blinked. They honestly could be related. It was probably a good thing that Zayne was not present today otherwise he’d be fielding questions about long lost brothers. “Austen Ricci?”
The young man’s handsome face scrunched into a look of disgust. “You’re with the police?” Andrej nodded and the kid relaxed some. “Then call me Adrien, please.” He stood and held out his hand. Andrej took it into his own and gave a firm shake. “Detective Andrej Zeklos.”
“Nice to meet you,” Adrien said. “Austen is my stage name and sometimes hearing it causes irrational rage.” He shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Do not apologize,” Andrej said. “My name causes much… mispronunciation and my coworkers have taken to calling me Andy instead of Drej like my family always did.” He made a helpless sort of gesture. “So I can understand the – what did you call it? Irrational rage?”
Adrien laughed. “I like you,” he said. “You remind me a lot of my uncles. Right down to the look.” He used a finger to circle his face. “The resemblance is uncanny.”
“I thought the same thing when I first saw you,” he said. “I need to ask you a few questions, if that is okay?”
“It’s fine,” Adrien said. “Have a seat.”
Andrej brought a chair over so that he could sit across from Adrien on the couch. “What is your full name for my records?”
“Adrien Lupei,” he said. “Born February 14, 1993. I live in Tucker, Tennessee, although I do have a residence in Nashville proper for optics.”
“Lupei,” Andrej asked, eyes lifting from the notes he was taking. “That is Romanian, is it not?”
“Score yourself five bonus points,” Adrien joked. “You are correct.” He thought for a second. “Your accent, is that where you’re from?”
“It is,” he said. “I came to America nearly twenty years ago.”
“And the accent is still so thick you could cut it with a knife,” Adrien pointed out. “I like it. I think my mom would love you, too. You’re not single by any chance, are you?”
That caught him off guard. “I, uh, no. I am in a relationship.”
“Pity,” Adrien said. “You’d like her, too, I think.”
“If she is anything like you, I am sure I would.” This kid had him off his game and he needed to pull himself together quickly. “I understand you were the one who found the body?”
“I am,” he said, a shudder of revulsion coursing through his body. “My boy – a good friend of mine back home is a homicide detective as well. We don’t have a lot of need for that kind of thing in Tucker, but we have two – Elliot and Damon – but man, I never honestly thought I’d ever stumble over a body myself.”
He let the almost admission go without a word. Andrej knew how hard it was to keep that particular secret, how necessary it was at times. “How did you find him?”
“He was in my dressing room.”
Well, that explained a lot.
