Three minutes and twelve seconds of Cory, by Dae

Three Minutes and Twelve Seconds of Cory

by Dae

Author's Notes: This all the fault of the Loreena McKennitt song I was listening to at the time that keeps teasing me to try and write something that's- gasp-het. Not that I have time But anyways-

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Laughter and light, green eyes meant for mischief, darkened with a whisper of melody. A woman's voice, singing softly over the speakers, twirling round with the smoke rising to the ceiling of the bar. Dancing in the darkness.

The man watched the smoke, tried to ignore the words as his grin wavered. Just a bit. Lips twitched, white teeth clenched. But still he smiled, still he joked, the lightest of airs and most annoying of quirks. Keeping Amanda in her cups, keeping MacLeod on his toes. The red haired kid couldn't decide if he should laugh or scowl at the him. Finally the boy gave up and signaled for another beer.

Heavy steps drew Cory's eyes. The barkeep came, the ale in hand gleamed a pale gold. Like fading moonlight. Something fell, far behind. A crash. A clank. A musket shot in the moonlight, a case of something hitting the backroom floor. Cory turned his back on the memory, hiding behind a laugh and another swig of damn Yankee ale.

But still the voice sang above them, "And the highwayman came riding, Riding, riding. The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door."

The End

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