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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G.
Pairing: Sands/El/Carolina
Feedback: Just a yea or nay's good, but I adore meaty comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, or my life would be a lot more…explosive.
Notes: //words// in Spanish.
Summary: Snippet from 'Trio'-verse. . For wingedkiare in return for the fanart.
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Siesta.
Carolina on her side, hair a fall of black silk twists across her arm. The curve of her waist is a beautiful upside-down crescent, dipping down in shadow. She's faintly smiling even in sleep, one hand tangled in a silver trouser-chain.
Sands would be a messy crumple, but for the ever-present tinge of wary grace about him. His eyes closed, he looks almost ordinary. His one palm, however, is tucked up over his gun, and his other is hooked into El's pocket.
El doesn't quite smile, but he plays a little softer, turning his face into the sun. Lets his fingers slow and glide, plucking a lullaby from the daylight.
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