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perpetual_motionTitle: Preservation Techniques
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Rating: G
Summary: Insight, as they do it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights except the fun thoughts in my head.
Author’s Notes: There's been a rash of "drabbles" and "double drabbles" on parts of my flist recently. None of them fit my definition [drabble-100 words which can stand alone as a scene; double-drabble-Two 100 word scenes, each which could stand alone if taken separately]. So, rather than just telling, I'm showing. Ta-da.
Preservation Techniques
By Perpetual Motion
Shoulder. Hip. Hand.
It’s where Ezra keeps his guns, where Ezra has his scars, and while Vin’s not the most educated man, he fully understands the associations. Ezra protects where he’s been hurt. A four-inch scar over his shoulder blade, a gouge mark on the flat of his rip, a thin white line in the web of his thumb. Vin’s seen them all, touched them all, and shared a few of his own in return. He’s seen, he’s touched, but he’s never asked; just positions himself to Ezra’s back so he won’t have to start carrying a gun there, too.]
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He thinks the quietness is not naturally occurring. The way Vin laughs occasionally, head back, mouth wide, tells of a man who started life less seriously. The quietness, Ezra suspects, is grief. Vin had been a boy with a home, with a mother. He hardened himself, quieted himself, trying to make himself invisible. But that laugh tells of a joyous, unfettered child.
Ezra coaxes that laugh whenever he can. Spins tales of gold and embarrassment to get that sound. The Vin he has is mostly-silent perfection, but that laugh tells of another man, and Ezra wishes dearly to meet him.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Magnificent 7
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Rating: G
Summary: Insight, as they do it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights except the fun thoughts in my head.
Author’s Notes: There's been a rash of "drabbles" and "double drabbles" on parts of my flist recently. None of them fit my definition [drabble-100 words which can stand alone as a scene; double-drabble-Two 100 word scenes, each which could stand alone if taken separately]. So, rather than just telling, I'm showing. Ta-da.
Preservation Techniques
By Perpetual Motion
Shoulder. Hip. Hand.
It’s where Ezra keeps his guns, where Ezra has his scars, and while Vin’s not the most educated man, he fully understands the associations. Ezra protects where he’s been hurt. A four-inch scar over his shoulder blade, a gouge mark on the flat of his rip, a thin white line in the web of his thumb. Vin’s seen them all, touched them all, and shared a few of his own in return. He’s seen, he’s touched, but he’s never asked; just positions himself to Ezra’s back so he won’t have to start carrying a gun there, too.]
*
He thinks the quietness is not naturally occurring. The way Vin laughs occasionally, head back, mouth wide, tells of a man who started life less seriously. The quietness, Ezra suspects, is grief. Vin had been a boy with a home, with a mother. He hardened himself, quieted himself, trying to make himself invisible. But that laugh tells of a joyous, unfettered child.
Ezra coaxes that laugh whenever he can. Spins tales of gold and embarrassment to get that sound. The Vin he has is mostly-silent perfection, but that laugh tells of another man, and Ezra wishes dearly to meet him.
