"Well," Nate says, "I must admit, this is perhaps the most interesting hoard I've found." He steeples his fingers, gazing down at the map Sophie's spread across the kitchen table.
"I know that door was locked," Sophie says after recovering from her shock.
Nate smiles. "I knew how to pick locks long before Parker."
Sophie huffs, letting a little smoke out with the sound. "With magic, too, you irritating man." She deliberately turns her back, rolling the map and sealing it closed again.
"So," Nate says, summoning two mugs of rowan tea, "kingdoms. How many, now?"
With a deep sigh, Sophie accepts the tea. Blasted man, it's the perfect temperature and her favorite flavor. "Twenty-nine," she admits.
"What will you do with them?" Nate asks, the same tone he uses when commenting that Hardison's spell was just a bit strong, and that Eliot should maybe leave one of the goons conscious to answer questions.
"Do with them?" Sophie repeats. "Why should I do anything with them? I just like having them."
Her cousin Arabella hoards serial killer skeletons, and her Great-Aunt Tatiana has the greatest hoard of graveyard dirt the world has ever seen. What is Sophie's modest hoard of kingdoms compared to them? It's not like the mortals even know they belong to a dragon.
"Oh, boy," Nate murmurs.
Parker teleports in, grabs Nate's mug of tea, and teleports back out. Sophie conceals her grin behind her mug and begins plotting on how to get her thirtieth kingdom.
If she pitches it right to Parker, Hardison, and Eliot, they'll even help her steal it. Nate, of course, will have to come along to keep them all out of trouble.
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Leverage, fantasy AU, Sophie/Nate
Date: 2015-01-10 04:11 am (UTC)"Well," Nate says, "I must admit, this is perhaps the most interesting hoard I've found." He steeples his fingers, gazing down at the map Sophie's spread across the kitchen table.
"I know that door was locked," Sophie says after recovering from her shock.
Nate smiles. "I knew how to pick locks long before Parker."
Sophie huffs, letting a little smoke out with the sound. "With magic, too, you irritating man." She deliberately turns her back, rolling the map and sealing it closed again.
"So," Nate says, summoning two mugs of rowan tea, "kingdoms. How many, now?"
With a deep sigh, Sophie accepts the tea. Blasted man, it's the perfect temperature and her favorite flavor. "Twenty-nine," she admits.
"What will you do with them?" Nate asks, the same tone he uses when commenting that Hardison's spell was just a bit strong, and that Eliot should maybe leave one of the goons conscious to answer questions.
"Do with them?" Sophie repeats. "Why should I do anything with them? I just like having them."
Her cousin Arabella hoards serial killer skeletons, and her Great-Aunt Tatiana has the greatest hoard of graveyard dirt the world has ever seen. What is Sophie's modest hoard of kingdoms compared to them? It's not like the mortals even know they belong to a dragon.
"Oh, boy," Nate murmurs.
Parker teleports in, grabs Nate's mug of tea, and teleports back out. Sophie conceals her grin behind her mug and begins plotting on how to get her thirtieth kingdom.
If she pitches it right to Parker, Hardison, and Eliot, they'll even help her steal it. Nate, of course, will have to come along to keep them all out of trouble.