Joe/Levon centaur ficlet
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Short Tales
by James
"All right, I messed up; you don't need to tell me 'I told you so'." Joe carefully did not look over at Levon as he made his admission. They kept walking down the alleyway away from the empty -- hideout-free -- warehouse. After a few moments he realised Levon wasn't going to make a reply.
A flash of guilt -- Levon had *told* him, dammit, that he didn't feel bound anymore to follow Joe's orders like they were law. The one bright thing -- other than kids with his husband's features -- to come out of that horrible year was that Levon felt completely on level with Joe. So far, he'd even acted like it to the point Joe sometimes wondered if he hadn't imagined it all, before.
But he was still paranoid, because god knew living with a centaur meant life was completely unpredictable.
The way Levon was looking at him, innocent smile and expression that said he had no idea what Joe was talking about -- that he knew. When Joe rolled his eyes in disgust, Levon laughed.
"Would I ever say I told you so?" he asked, stepping a little closer as they continued walking back to the truck. Joe waited for it, then Levon stepped closer, bumping his hip into Joe's. It was, Joe realised in a strange flash of awareness, exactly like how Fooler would nudge herself against you, wanting attention.
"Levon, I don't need a perfect memory to know exactly how many times you've said 'I told you so'."
Levon grinned. "You wanna go check out the Sanderson offices, now?"
Grumpily, Joe said, "Yes, we can go check out the Sanderson offices, now. And you're buying lunch!"
"For being right?" Levon looked surprised -- but still innocent. Which meant he was feeling smug, for damn sure. Joe just shook his head.
Still grinning, Levon bumped into him again. A couple steps later, Joe bumped him back.
meridaeShort Tales
by James
"All right, I messed up; you don't need to tell me 'I told you so'." Joe carefully did not look over at Levon as he made his admission. They kept walking down the alleyway away from the empty -- hideout-free -- warehouse. After a few moments he realised Levon wasn't going to make a reply.
A flash of guilt -- Levon had *told* him, dammit, that he didn't feel bound anymore to follow Joe's orders like they were law. The one bright thing -- other than kids with his husband's features -- to come out of that horrible year was that Levon felt completely on level with Joe. So far, he'd even acted like it to the point Joe sometimes wondered if he hadn't imagined it all, before.
But he was still paranoid, because god knew living with a centaur meant life was completely unpredictable.
The way Levon was looking at him, innocent smile and expression that said he had no idea what Joe was talking about -- that he knew. When Joe rolled his eyes in disgust, Levon laughed.
"Would I ever say I told you so?" he asked, stepping a little closer as they continued walking back to the truck. Joe waited for it, then Levon stepped closer, bumping his hip into Joe's. It was, Joe realised in a strange flash of awareness, exactly like how Fooler would nudge herself against you, wanting attention.
"Levon, I don't need a perfect memory to know exactly how many times you've said 'I told you so'."
Levon grinned. "You wanna go check out the Sanderson offices, now?"
Grumpily, Joe said, "Yes, we can go check out the Sanderson offices, now. And you're buying lunch!"
"For being right?" Levon looked surprised -- but still innocent. Which meant he was feeling smug, for damn sure. Joe just shook his head.
Still grinning, Levon bumped into him again. A couple steps later, Joe bumped him back.