Markov said nothing; he merely raised both fists to the top of his skull as if in anticipation of a blow. He let out a low, shuddering breath. His eyes had lowered, and though he was trembling, he did not cry.
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The word was FROSTED.
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F – From his spot on the ground, Farrow glanced up at him. ‘Be quiet,’ was all he said.
R – ‘Right,’ had been Lawrenson's response—to Chaz's surprise, he had not pried further. ‘Well, I'll be back. If you're smart, you'll stay put.’
O – Overcome with frustration at last, Farrow raised his foot and stomped down on Markov's wrist. A pained exclamation managed to escape through Markov's clenched teeth, and he drew his arm further in towards himself.
S – She could believe he was that monstrous if she wanted to. It wasn't as if the truth was much better.
T – There was a constant ringing in his right ear. His jaw ached from grinding his teeth in his sleep. And, as the newest complication, he had apparently slept on his shoulder at an awkward angle and it now clicked every time he moved his arm.
E – Especially important to remember where Doc was concerned: Lawrenson loved the man as he would a brother, but Doc was as short-tempered as he himself was, and didn't take very well to being told things he didn't want to hear.
D – ‘Don't be so dramatic. No one's going to find out about this, as long as you keep doing what you're doing. I'll take it to the grave.’
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Tagging: @winterandwords @astoldbybillie @kerowrites & @pertinax--loculos for the word SCARED.
Farrow sat back and raised his hands slowly, as if attempting to settle a startled animal. ‘Calm down,’ he said, and he was a little embarrassed by the meekness in his own voice. ‘Just calm down. I just want to talk to you. There's no need for us to get violent.’ Was his forehead bleeding? It felt like it, but he couldn't be sure.
LOST
‘Well, sure, I'm just saying...don't do anything stupid for the sake of a guy like Markov.’ His pointer finger moved from Raymond's direction to Chaz's. ‘And as for you—’
Chaz jumped slightly. In truth, he had gotten lost in all the names and had only half-followed the conversation. He certainly hadn't expected to become involved in it. ‘Yes?’
REACH
‘Try not to hold it against him,’ Farrow said, and he almost appeared apologetic. ‘It's my fault, really.’
‘I know,’ said Chaz, before he'd thought better of it. But Farrow just smiled.
The sound of footsteps heralded Crowder's approach. By the time he'd reached them, Farrow's smile was gone and he was all business again.
IMAGINE
Chaz realised that this line of thinking was entirely illogical, but still felt apprehensive as he ran his thumb over the top of the radio. Farrow had, after all, become a near omnipresent force in his life during the past few weeks. It was difficult to imagine any action of Chaz's escaping his notice.
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