way up, over the clouds
Mar. 4th, 2019 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
paradoxicalrenegadeoops only trwih fic hours rn i guess
have some tseer&seshmir in a sort of superhero-into the spiderverse mash-up cause fuck it the possible dynamic here is just way too fucking good to pass up
Tseer lands on top of the streetlamp a little harder than he would have liked, making the whole thing wobble. Holding his breath and his wings very still, he waits until it stops moving before he relaxes his perch, letting his wings droop.
Time to take stock of the carnage. There's a couple Alarms going off in the distance, and his own head is still ringing with the force of a Thunderwave he got caught in. A bunch of his feathers are out of place, and his shoulder feels a little misaligned.
Otherwise, no lasting damage.
He's about reaching up to tug off his mask when he hears footsteps and a soft voice below him say, "Blue Darter, huh?"
Oh no.
Tseer straightens his posture and coughs a few times. "Uh, yes, sir," he says, and his voice cracks trying to keep it deep enough that Seshmir won't recognize him, as Seshmir himself steps into the streetlight.
"Those were some impressive moves you pulled back there," Seshmir says, and Tseer fluffs up a little with pride. "I'm not really a superhero person, but you did good."
"Just doin' my job," Tseer says, but his voice comes out a little bashful and he curses himself.
"Oh, I didn't know vigilantism paid the heating," Seshmir says, neutral, friendly. Tseer chuckles a little (maybe it's a laugh, he's still trying to keep his voice deep) anyway.
Seshmir looks up at him with an unreadable expression (though, then again, all Seshmir's expressions are unreadable) and he folds his arms. "Have you got anyone looking out for you?"
Tseer flashes back to this conversation from months ago now, curled up in Seshmir's office getting his talons bandaged, and he doesn't respond. Seshmir sighs.
"I get the whole, 'I work alone' shtick. I really do. But..." Seshmir glances down the street, in the direction of his office, and Tseer's heart thuds. "You remind me of someone I care about a lot. He's... also fairly rash. And I'm fairly rash." Understatement of the century. "If you need somewhere to go, to hide out... need a friendly ear, or a cover story, come find me. Detective Narash."
"I know who you are," Tseer says, and his voice cracks again. Seshmir snorts.
"I'm sure you do," he says. "Just know I got your back, alright?"
Tseer nods, not trusting himself to throw down his mask or yell that he's not that much younger than Seshmir, thanks, Dad, but he doesn't have to worry much about it. Cause Seshmir turns and shoves his hands in the pockets of his overcoat and just walks away.
have some tseer&seshmir in a sort of superhero-into the spiderverse mash-up cause fuck it the possible dynamic here is just way too fucking good to pass up
Tseer lands on top of the streetlamp a little harder than he would have liked, making the whole thing wobble. Holding his breath and his wings very still, he waits until it stops moving before he relaxes his perch, letting his wings droop.
Time to take stock of the carnage. There's a couple Alarms going off in the distance, and his own head is still ringing with the force of a Thunderwave he got caught in. A bunch of his feathers are out of place, and his shoulder feels a little misaligned.
Otherwise, no lasting damage.
He's about reaching up to tug off his mask when he hears footsteps and a soft voice below him say, "Blue Darter, huh?"
Oh no.
Tseer straightens his posture and coughs a few times. "Uh, yes, sir," he says, and his voice cracks trying to keep it deep enough that Seshmir won't recognize him, as Seshmir himself steps into the streetlight.
"Those were some impressive moves you pulled back there," Seshmir says, and Tseer fluffs up a little with pride. "I'm not really a superhero person, but you did good."
"Just doin' my job," Tseer says, but his voice comes out a little bashful and he curses himself.
"Oh, I didn't know vigilantism paid the heating," Seshmir says, neutral, friendly. Tseer chuckles a little (maybe it's a laugh, he's still trying to keep his voice deep) anyway.
Seshmir looks up at him with an unreadable expression (though, then again, all Seshmir's expressions are unreadable) and he folds his arms. "Have you got anyone looking out for you?"
Tseer flashes back to this conversation from months ago now, curled up in Seshmir's office getting his talons bandaged, and he doesn't respond. Seshmir sighs.
"I get the whole, 'I work alone' shtick. I really do. But..." Seshmir glances down the street, in the direction of his office, and Tseer's heart thuds. "You remind me of someone I care about a lot. He's... also fairly rash. And I'm fairly rash." Understatement of the century. "If you need somewhere to go, to hide out... need a friendly ear, or a cover story, come find me. Detective Narash."
"I know who you are," Tseer says, and his voice cracks again. Seshmir snorts.
"I'm sure you do," he says. "Just know I got your back, alright?"
Tseer nods, not trusting himself to throw down his mask or yell that he's not that much younger than Seshmir, thanks, Dad, but he doesn't have to worry much about it. Cause Seshmir turns and shoves his hands in the pockets of his overcoat and just walks away.
