Word Count: 357
Summary: Milos asks Alex how to lie.
“How do you do it?” He stared down at the murky canal waters and watched a rusted shopping trolley drift past.
Word Count: 595
Summary: Icy patches, metal stairs and genetically modified hands don't combine well.
Winter. He liked it in theory, as frost curled its patterned fingers around windows and snow formed drifts that wouldn't look out of place on a chocolate box. In practice, however... He stared down at the steps, glossy with ice and thick with threat.
Word Count: 100
Summary: A short exchange in the elevator does nothing for Milos and Marrok's relationship.
Lifts were awful enough, Milos decided, when they held just him. To be crammed into one with Marrok was plain torture, and his former boss clearly agreed. He sidled closer to Milos wearing an unpleasant smirk. “You’re just a toy, you know. A tool.”