|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Dalek Week, Day 6: Obsessions Alek stared at the bags in disbelief. He should have known this would happen.
Deryn had come in from grocery shopping only a few minutes before and Alek had been curious to
see what she had gotten. Nothing had prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.
He began unloading the purchases one at a time, piling them all onto the kitchen table.
This was turning out to be worse than he'd ever imagined and he vowed then and there to never let
Deryn do the shopping again, at least not without him present.
Once every single bag was empty he stepped back and took it all in.
There wasn't a single thing on the table that wasn't potato related.
Just when he was about to go searching for Deryn and demand an explanation she walked into the
kitchen whistling cheerfully.
Dalek Week, Bonus: Potatoes Deryn sat in the living room, chin in hand. Her arm was propped on the
back of the couch as she stared over it to the desk where Alek sat.
Fifteen minutes before, she had been lounging comfortably on the couch sketching when Alek had
come in and to ask if could borrow a piece of vellum from her art book. After she had given it to him he
had retreated to a chair at the desk refusing to say what it was for.
He had been hunched over that desk for the last ten minutes scribbling and erasing furiously. It was
making Deryn barking curious. She had even gotten up with some clart excuse about 'getting a drink of
water' from the kitchen just so she would have a reason to pass by. That had resulted in Alek flattening
himself comically over his work until she was seated on the couch once more.
Deryn shifted on the cushions, picking up her sketch book and charcoal sticks again. A
Dalek Week, Day 5: WW II The office was dimly lit by two identical desk lamps. It hadn't been used very much in the past few
months. This was a rare occasion that found them both in London.
Deryn and Alek were diplomats and like Dr. Barlow, often spent months at a time travelling on
assignments. Those assignments had become more and more frequent in the past year. Trouble was
brewing in Europe and had been for a while. And though some countries wanted to avoid another war
others were spoiling for a fight. War seemed inevitable no matter how thin the world's diplomats were spread.
Only a few months before, Alek had been sent to Istanbul in an attempt to sort things out. At the
same time, Deryn had been sent to America. It had been several months before either of them saw each
Deryn had been back in London a week now. Alek had arrived two days before.
Dalek Week, Day 4: Summer Afternoons It was a lovely summer afternoon in London and Deryn and Alek had just come back from the local ice
cream shop. It was only a few blocks away from the townhouse that Alek had shared with Count Volger
ever since he had gone to work for the Zoological society.
Deryn lived with Dr. Barlow.
The two were enjoying their ice cream at the small table on the stone porch that overlooked the back
It had been Deryn's idea to go out for something to eat. Alek had of course eaten ice cream many
times but never from a public shop.
It had not, however, been Deryn idea to wear a dress on their outing; that had been Alek's. She had
put up a fair bit of a fight when he'd suggested it, but as Alek had p
Dalek Week, Day 3: Blindfold Alek sat down heavily on the edge of his bunk. He was angry, hurt, and more than a little
He gripped the edge of the bed in an attempt to steady himself. It felt as if the room were tilting,
skewed to one side.
How could he not have known that his best friend was actually a girl? Perhaps he had always known
and simply hadn't wanted to admit it to himself. Denial was a powerful thing. Though, after tonight's
awful revelation things were jarringly and painfully clear. It was as if a blindfold had suddenly been
ripped away from his eyes.
Alek tried to figure out what exactly had upset him so much about learning Deryn's secret. Was he
embarrassed because he hadn't realized what she was? Because she hadn't trusted him enough to tell
him her secret of her own free will? That she had lied to him? Or, that she let it slip that she was in love
with him? It was a little of everything he s
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More