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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: A Variation in Temperature
Fandom: Țigan Detective
Pairing: Gen, Andrej+Zayne
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Summary: The two detectives compare their thoughts on the weather.
Author’s Note: I was only 797 words shy of being able to post 30k words this month, so I wanted to write a little something to boost me over. (Total: 30,031!) This is mostly a commentary on the weather in Vegas today, where we are getting FREAKING SNOW. God help me.
Stepping out of the station, Reyes instantly regretted the decision to leave and pursue this lead his partner had found. “Good god, it’s colder than a witch’s nipple out here.”
“Zip your jacket up,” Zeklos stated with a half grin on his face. “While this might be cold for your southern-bred self, it’s nothing compared to what I dealt with back home.”
Zayne tugged the zipper up on his leather jacket until it was as far up as it would go. He was still freezing his Texas-born ass off, but he refrained from mentioning that. “I was lied to. They told me Vegas didn’t get cold.”
“Even the desert gets snow sometimes,” his partner commented, unlocking his new SUV.
Shivering, he climbed inside. “Where in Romania are you from again,” Zayne asked, pulling out his smartphone. “I’m curious as to why this isn’t cold.”
Andrej was smiling at him again, those sapphire blue eyes of his sparkling in the dim daylight. “Use Bucharest for your search, the miniscule town I was born in won’t show up on any weather application. You’d be lucky to find it on any map.”
The ever present accent had thickened, morphing his generally pleasant voice into dark and brooding. “You sound like fucking Dracula when you talk like that, just FYI.”
Zek tilted his head, studying him. “Bela Lugosi was Hungarian,” he stated, as if that was a perfectly normal response to his statement. “He had the wrong accent for one living in the Carpathian Mountains.”
“Does that matter?”
“You said I sounded like Dracula and I assumed you were referring to Bela. I do not sound like him at all.” He sounded almost affronted by the comparison. “Are you going to satisfy your curiosity so we can get on with our duties today or not?”
Right. He opened the weather app on his phone and typed in the information that he needed. Frowning as it appeared on his screen, he shook his head and muttered a single word. “Dude.”
“What?”
Zayne turned his phone so that Zek could see the screen. “It’s like seven degrees. Seven.” He shook his head in utter disbelief. “And the feels like is negative two. Negative!”
Andrej laughed, fully and throaty. “But there’s no chance of snow,” he added.
“You make that sound like it’s an improvement or something,” he muttered, knowing that at those temps, it probably was a big deal. “No wonder you’re so uptight. I bet you still haven’t defrosted since leaving.”
His partner gave him an odd look before starting the car. “Where are we headed? You do have an address, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, flipping the file open and looking for the address. “West side of town. Hop on the freeway and I’ll get directions as we go.”
“You’ve got it.” Zeklos pulled out of the station’s lot and made his way towards the freeway.
“You think you can do me a favor,” he asked, looking up from programming the GPS. “Please?”
“I suppose, depending on what you need, Reyes.”
He never took his eyes off the road. Zek always was the cautious one, and he often took a lot of guff over it, mostly from himself. Might’ve come from having learned to drive on crappy, snow-covered back roads. In Romania, he reminded himself. From what he’d seen on that episode of Top Gear, they didn’t have the best infrastructure in Europe. Zayne made a mental note to stop teasing his partner about his driving habits.
“Zayne?” He flicked his eyes from the windshield to the passenger seat.
“Eyes on the road, buddy,” he teased, never having had the opportunity to say those words before now. “Think you could stop at the nearest Starbucks for hot chocolate?”
“I was expecting a request for coffee,” he confessed, changing lanes to enter the shopping center up ahead. “But cocoa is better for the soul, especially on such a frigid day.”
“Have I told you lately just how strange you are?” He shook his head and watched his partner maneuver the large SUV into a parking spot. Andrej had the oddest expressions sometimes, and he’d always thought he should keep track of them for posterity. Part of it must be due to the way things lose their meaning through translation, but the rest of it? That was pure Zek. Odd duck didn’t even begin to describe him.
“I prefer the term ‘peculiar’,” he said, opening his door. “Or even ‘eccentric’. But strange is just…” He shrugged.
“Too strange?” Zayne grinned, having made his point about the oddity of the other man’s speaking habits.
The quiet detective gave him a sideways look, as if he were weighing the answer to some serious question. “Perhaps. Now, move along. I’ll even spring for your cocoa.”
“Now you’re talking, man.”
Zayne climbed out of the vehicle and took his place beside his partner. Together, they strode towards Starbucks, warmth, and hot chocolate. After all, only weirdoes called it cocoa.
xx
End Note: I really did look up the weather in Bucharest, Romania this morning. Foggy, 7º, and 91% humidity... and yet, 0% chance of snow. How does that even work? :)
Fandom: Țigan Detective
Pairing: Gen, Andrej+Zayne
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Summary: The two detectives compare their thoughts on the weather.
Author’s Note: I was only 797 words shy of being able to post 30k words this month, so I wanted to write a little something to boost me over. (Total: 30,031!) This is mostly a commentary on the weather in Vegas today, where we are getting FREAKING SNOW. God help me.
Stepping out of the station, Reyes instantly regretted the decision to leave and pursue this lead his partner had found. “Good god, it’s colder than a witch’s nipple out here.”
“Zip your jacket up,” Zeklos stated with a half grin on his face. “While this might be cold for your southern-bred self, it’s nothing compared to what I dealt with back home.”
Zayne tugged the zipper up on his leather jacket until it was as far up as it would go. He was still freezing his Texas-born ass off, but he refrained from mentioning that. “I was lied to. They told me Vegas didn’t get cold.”
“Even the desert gets snow sometimes,” his partner commented, unlocking his new SUV.
Shivering, he climbed inside. “Where in Romania are you from again,” Zayne asked, pulling out his smartphone. “I’m curious as to why this isn’t cold.”
Andrej was smiling at him again, those sapphire blue eyes of his sparkling in the dim daylight. “Use Bucharest for your search, the miniscule town I was born in won’t show up on any weather application. You’d be lucky to find it on any map.”
The ever present accent had thickened, morphing his generally pleasant voice into dark and brooding. “You sound like fucking Dracula when you talk like that, just FYI.”
Zek tilted his head, studying him. “Bela Lugosi was Hungarian,” he stated, as if that was a perfectly normal response to his statement. “He had the wrong accent for one living in the Carpathian Mountains.”
“Does that matter?”
“You said I sounded like Dracula and I assumed you were referring to Bela. I do not sound like him at all.” He sounded almost affronted by the comparison. “Are you going to satisfy your curiosity so we can get on with our duties today or not?”
Right. He opened the weather app on his phone and typed in the information that he needed. Frowning as it appeared on his screen, he shook his head and muttered a single word. “Dude.”
“What?”
Zayne turned his phone so that Zek could see the screen. “It’s like seven degrees. Seven.” He shook his head in utter disbelief. “And the feels like is negative two. Negative!”
Andrej laughed, fully and throaty. “But there’s no chance of snow,” he added.
“You make that sound like it’s an improvement or something,” he muttered, knowing that at those temps, it probably was a big deal. “No wonder you’re so uptight. I bet you still haven’t defrosted since leaving.”
His partner gave him an odd look before starting the car. “Where are we headed? You do have an address, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, flipping the file open and looking for the address. “West side of town. Hop on the freeway and I’ll get directions as we go.”
“You’ve got it.” Zeklos pulled out of the station’s lot and made his way towards the freeway.
“You think you can do me a favor,” he asked, looking up from programming the GPS. “Please?”
“I suppose, depending on what you need, Reyes.”
He never took his eyes off the road. Zek always was the cautious one, and he often took a lot of guff over it, mostly from himself. Might’ve come from having learned to drive on crappy, snow-covered back roads. In Romania, he reminded himself. From what he’d seen on that episode of Top Gear, they didn’t have the best infrastructure in Europe. Zayne made a mental note to stop teasing his partner about his driving habits.
“Zayne?” He flicked his eyes from the windshield to the passenger seat.
“Eyes on the road, buddy,” he teased, never having had the opportunity to say those words before now. “Think you could stop at the nearest Starbucks for hot chocolate?”
“I was expecting a request for coffee,” he confessed, changing lanes to enter the shopping center up ahead. “But cocoa is better for the soul, especially on such a frigid day.”
“Have I told you lately just how strange you are?” He shook his head and watched his partner maneuver the large SUV into a parking spot. Andrej had the oddest expressions sometimes, and he’d always thought he should keep track of them for posterity. Part of it must be due to the way things lose their meaning through translation, but the rest of it? That was pure Zek. Odd duck didn’t even begin to describe him.
“I prefer the term ‘peculiar’,” he said, opening his door. “Or even ‘eccentric’. But strange is just…” He shrugged.
“Too strange?” Zayne grinned, having made his point about the oddity of the other man’s speaking habits.
The quiet detective gave him a sideways look, as if he were weighing the answer to some serious question. “Perhaps. Now, move along. I’ll even spring for your cocoa.”
“Now you’re talking, man.”
Zayne climbed out of the vehicle and took his place beside his partner. Together, they strode towards Starbucks, warmth, and hot chocolate. After all, only weirdoes called it cocoa.
xx
End Note: I really did look up the weather in Bucharest, Romania this morning. Foggy, 7º, and 91% humidity... and yet, 0% chance of snow. How does that even work? :)
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Date: 2015-01-02 03:31 am (UTC)Freaky! I know you're talking Fahrenheit (we use Celsius) so that is goddamned cold! And no snow? I agree; how does that work? We don't get snow here (twice in 70 years and then it melted on impact) so I cannot even begin to imagine getting it all the time.
Mind a tiny bit of concrit? It can be confusing with the 'he' option sometimes, so maybe using their names instead more often could help. Otherwise, I love your writing style - you really have me picturing the scene! ;-)
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Date: 2015-01-02 03:48 am (UTC)I know, right? Generally, here it rarely gets below 45 degrees F, so 7 would kill me. Hah. I agree on the snow though, we rarely get it (although we had flurries the day I posted this) and it almost never sticks, but there's no way I could go through months of the stuff. I don't like being cold!
Of course - I want to know anything that will make things smoother. :) This is something I struggle with a lot, however. Do I use the pronoun and sound repetitive or do I use their names and sound like I can't think of something better? I never am sure which is the better option and find myself changing things a LOT. But thank you for pointing this out to me. I'll make sure to pay more attention in my read through to make sure it isn't confusing.
Thank you for reading!! :)
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Date: 2015-01-02 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-02 04:06 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:37 am (UTC)(who is the hottie on your new icon??)
Seriously, though, I cannot believe you are getting snow. That has to be so odd. Its all relative if you're not used to it.
Heh. I think I'm going to like Zek.
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Date: 2015-01-05 12:58 am (UTC)(Henry Cavill, the new Superman. Even though he's not Romanian or Romany, he was pretty much the closest thing I could find in real life to Andrej. Yay that you think he's a hottie though!)
It was really sparse and Troy and I drove through a flurry that lasted all of four seconds. LOL And it was very bizarre.
Hah! I really hope so. I'm kind of attached to him already.