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konstantyaTitle: Now You See It, Now You Don’t
Fandom: This Gun For Hire (1942)
Genre: Drama, general.
Characters: Ellen Graham, Philip Raven.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 358
Summary: Could all hardened criminals act so strangely normal and borderline courteous? Or was it an attribute exclusive to him? (A tiny missing scene from when Ellen’s on the run with Raven.)
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He scaled the wall with such ease, she couldn’t help but wonder how often he did things like this—how often he had to do things like this. She didn’t like him, and was honestly still afraid of him, but Ellen realized she also would have been lying if she said she didn’t find him oddly fascinating, despite herself.
Raven leapt down on the other side, his feet landing surprisingly lightly on the pavement, then turned around and raised his arms to her. “All right, come on,” he said.
Ellen briefly hesitated. In that instant, if she ignored the context, he just looked like an ordinary man offering to help a woman, and her mind flashed back to the train that morning—before he’d pulled a gun on her—and how he’d done her the favor of retrieving her suitcase from the overhead storage. Could all hardened criminals act so strangely normal and borderline courteous? Or was it an attribute exclusive to him?
She swallowed and slid her rear off the wall, the heels of her shoes scraping against the brick as she futilely tried to find some purchase. Raven caught her around the waist, his hands strong and certain, and Ellen shivered, even as she let go of the wall and grabbed his shoulders for support. He’d yet to make a pass at her or otherwise threaten more than her actual life, and she almost wished he would. At least then she’d be able to firmly categorize him as an unscrupulous thug. As it was, he seemed to ricochet back and forth between decent and despicable, and the sheer unpredictability of it all was beginning to wear on her.
Raven gently set her down, and she glanced up at him, her breathing shallow. His hands were still warm on her waist, but his face was in complete shadow, so it was anyone’s guess as to what his expression was in that moment. But then he let go of her and caught her by the wrist again. “Come on,” he ordered, and suddenly there she was, back to being a hostage as he dragged her into the gasworks.
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A/N: Consider this the drabble/ficlet my previous fic was supposed to be, pfft.
Title taken from the film’s first musical number.
All other fics can be found here.
Fandom: This Gun For Hire (1942)
Genre: Drama, general.
Characters: Ellen Graham, Philip Raven.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 358
Summary: Could all hardened criminals act so strangely normal and borderline courteous? Or was it an attribute exclusive to him? (A tiny missing scene from when Ellen’s on the run with Raven.)
If you’d like to leave a comment, please do so on AO3!
- Now You See It, Now You Don’t -
He scaled the wall with such ease, she couldn’t help but wonder how often he did things like this—how often he had to do things like this. She didn’t like him, and was honestly still afraid of him, but Ellen realized she also would have been lying if she said she didn’t find him oddly fascinating, despite herself.
Raven leapt down on the other side, his feet landing surprisingly lightly on the pavement, then turned around and raised his arms to her. “All right, come on,” he said.
Ellen briefly hesitated. In that instant, if she ignored the context, he just looked like an ordinary man offering to help a woman, and her mind flashed back to the train that morning—before he’d pulled a gun on her—and how he’d done her the favor of retrieving her suitcase from the overhead storage. Could all hardened criminals act so strangely normal and borderline courteous? Or was it an attribute exclusive to him?
She swallowed and slid her rear off the wall, the heels of her shoes scraping against the brick as she futilely tried to find some purchase. Raven caught her around the waist, his hands strong and certain, and Ellen shivered, even as she let go of the wall and grabbed his shoulders for support. He’d yet to make a pass at her or otherwise threaten more than her actual life, and she almost wished he would. At least then she’d be able to firmly categorize him as an unscrupulous thug. As it was, he seemed to ricochet back and forth between decent and despicable, and the sheer unpredictability of it all was beginning to wear on her.
Raven gently set her down, and she glanced up at him, her breathing shallow. His hands were still warm on her waist, but his face was in complete shadow, so it was anyone’s guess as to what his expression was in that moment. But then he let go of her and caught her by the wrist again. “Come on,” he ordered, and suddenly there she was, back to being a hostage as he dragged her into the gasworks.
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A/N: Consider this the drabble/ficlet my previous fic was supposed to be, pfft.
Title taken from the film’s first musical number.
All other fics can be found here.
