ksmith | A snippet

Jogged two miles for the first time in two weeks. Probably better for my knees that I had the layoff, although I still feel a little something in both of them. Blasted things.

Niall Pierce had a couple of rants over the course of ENDGAME. This is my favorite part of the first one:

"Mornin'." Niall dragged off his garrison cap and tucked it into his belt. He wore desertweights, as did Lucien, who followed close behind, slingbag in hand. They both looked dusty and tired, but to that, Niall added an almost palpable anger that revealed itself in his coiled-spring walk and the bite in his voice.

Scriabin read the signs as well. He held up both hands in a gesture of surrender. "Niall, I--"

"Save it, Your Excellency." Niall set himself in front of the man, hands on hips. "I've had an educational morning. I hate educational mornings. Being awakened at oh-hell-thirty by a concerned party bent on educating me just fucks up my entire day."