update-ish and SKETCH: Killian and Damien
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deepintrospectOkay, update first! So initially I was working on a sketch for a very young Killian, and I'm still working on that one, but this one came popping out. Otherwise, I've been busy with getting College information and getting my apartment spruced up (we got a washer/dryer and a bed!) So I apologize for the lateness of it, but here's the first one!
The setting is Damien and Killian after the Series.
They walked into the bright sunlight, Damien already reaching into his pocket to snatch his cigarettes and feel around for his lighter. He came up empty and pressed the filter between his lips anyway. Squinting as he turned to Killian, he ducked his head and put both hands into his pockets for another fruitless search for his lighter. He reached up and took the cigarette from his lips, wishing he'd brought some sunglasses with him. Killian shook his head, trying to convey his thoughts without saying anything. It seemed to work, but Damien dismissed him. Violet eyes looked away and cast around at the other pedestrians. Killian watched him and put his hands in his pockets, his voice coming out even and serious.
“You shouldn't be smoking those. They're bad for you.” He squinted too; the buildings around them were either low to the ground and not producing shadows, or were tall and had mirror-like glass, which only enhanced the blinding sensation upon looking around. Killian tried to keep his eyes on the ground or on his friend. Damien shot him a look that meant 'stay out of my business', but Killian knew it really meant 'thanks for caring'.
“Shut up and give me a light.” Damien's voice came out as a low grumble—something Killian was used to hearing, but gave other people the impression that he was perpetually in a bad mood. These days they wouldn't be far off on that assumption. What with the whole Internal Affairs struggle and all those wild rumors flying around. Killian let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and withdrew a hand from his pocket, reaching up and pressing the pad of one of his fingers against the business end of the cigarette. He withdrew his finger a moment later and looked away as Damien took the first puff, sending smoke billowing from the end of the cigarette. Killian looked around at the people again. The girl by the hotdog stand was cute (he noticed as her hair got caught in a breeze and she shifted some work-related stuff to her other arm so she could push it back behind her ear again).
Damien said something that Killian didn't catch and he made a non-committal grunt in response. Damien's knuckles bumped his shoulder and caught his attention away from the pretty girl, his eyes falling to Damien's other hand that was busy flicking his cigarette. A shower of ash fell to the cement near their feet. “I asked you about your Mum, you oaf.”
The grumble was a little lighter, a sort of humored smile sneaking up around the corners of Damien's lips. Killian couldn't help but smile in response and duck his head. His eyes were hurting from the brightness. He kicked his shoe against the cement and shrugged. “Alright I suppose. You probably talked to her more recently than I have.”
Damien shrugged himself, showing that the initial question was just under the pretense to keep up conversation. He took another drag off his cigarette and tapped the toe of his right shoe against the cement. Killian glanced back at the building they'd emerged from and squinted, looking up at the windows. Damien watched him.
“They're probably watching us and wondering what the hell we're talking about.” Damien's voice was humorless this time, his hand bringing the cigarette to his lips as he took another deep puff off of it. He stepped over to the side a bit and pressed the tip of the half-smoked cigarette into the top of the trash can, throwing it in the garbage and turning back to his friend, a sort of frown on his lips now. Killian tried to smile to show his support, but they both knew that even if he wasn't supportive, Damien would still make the same decision. Killian took a deep breath as they dipped back into the shade, feeling around for the door handle they knew was there but couldn't yet see.
The setting is Damien and Killian after the Series.
They walked into the bright sunlight, Damien already reaching into his pocket to snatch his cigarettes and feel around for his lighter. He came up empty and pressed the filter between his lips anyway. Squinting as he turned to Killian, he ducked his head and put both hands into his pockets for another fruitless search for his lighter. He reached up and took the cigarette from his lips, wishing he'd brought some sunglasses with him. Killian shook his head, trying to convey his thoughts without saying anything. It seemed to work, but Damien dismissed him. Violet eyes looked away and cast around at the other pedestrians. Killian watched him and put his hands in his pockets, his voice coming out even and serious.
“You shouldn't be smoking those. They're bad for you.” He squinted too; the buildings around them were either low to the ground and not producing shadows, or were tall and had mirror-like glass, which only enhanced the blinding sensation upon looking around. Killian tried to keep his eyes on the ground or on his friend. Damien shot him a look that meant 'stay out of my business', but Killian knew it really meant 'thanks for caring'.
“Shut up and give me a light.” Damien's voice came out as a low grumble—something Killian was used to hearing, but gave other people the impression that he was perpetually in a bad mood. These days they wouldn't be far off on that assumption. What with the whole Internal Affairs struggle and all those wild rumors flying around. Killian let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and withdrew a hand from his pocket, reaching up and pressing the pad of one of his fingers against the business end of the cigarette. He withdrew his finger a moment later and looked away as Damien took the first puff, sending smoke billowing from the end of the cigarette. Killian looked around at the people again. The girl by the hotdog stand was cute (he noticed as her hair got caught in a breeze and she shifted some work-related stuff to her other arm so she could push it back behind her ear again).
Damien said something that Killian didn't catch and he made a non-committal grunt in response. Damien's knuckles bumped his shoulder and caught his attention away from the pretty girl, his eyes falling to Damien's other hand that was busy flicking his cigarette. A shower of ash fell to the cement near their feet. “I asked you about your Mum, you oaf.”
The grumble was a little lighter, a sort of humored smile sneaking up around the corners of Damien's lips. Killian couldn't help but smile in response and duck his head. His eyes were hurting from the brightness. He kicked his shoe against the cement and shrugged. “Alright I suppose. You probably talked to her more recently than I have.”
Damien shrugged himself, showing that the initial question was just under the pretense to keep up conversation. He took another drag off his cigarette and tapped the toe of his right shoe against the cement. Killian glanced back at the building they'd emerged from and squinted, looking up at the windows. Damien watched him.
“They're probably watching us and wondering what the hell we're talking about.” Damien's voice was humorless this time, his hand bringing the cigarette to his lips as he took another deep puff off of it. He stepped over to the side a bit and pressed the tip of the half-smoked cigarette into the top of the trash can, throwing it in the garbage and turning back to his friend, a sort of frown on his lips now. Killian tried to smile to show his support, but they both knew that even if he wasn't supportive, Damien would still make the same decision. Killian took a deep breath as they dipped back into the shade, feeling around for the door handle they knew was there but couldn't yet see.
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Oooh!
Date: 2011-03-23 07:49 pm (UTC)*laughs* That's a good thing though, I think!! :D I'm excited to read a complete book by you someday, your characters are always intriguing!
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Date: 2011-03-24 12:50 am (UTC)I could always send you the first draft of "Be Happy, Idiot" for you to look over.