Avon/Tarrant drabble
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dickinsonsDrabble inspired by a conversation with kitarella_imagines about Tarrant's leather tunic which was a recycled Avon outfit:
kitarella_imagines about Tarrant's leather tunic which was a recycled Avon outfit:Blake's 7, Avon/Tarrant, rated G, 100 words
Vila narrows his eyes at Tarrant’s leather tunic. “Where have I seen those clothes before?”
Dayna frowns and turns to Tarrant. “We took them from a corpse on Heliotrix, didn’t we?”
Tarrant nods absent-mindedly.
Vila looks between him and Avon. “I could’ve sworn…”
“Have you taken a liking to leather as well?” Avon asks. “Perhaps we can find something for you.” His eyes flicker to Tarrant. “I think Tarrant suits this one best.”
Tarrant’s smile is furtive, but Vila catches it.
“As opposed to?” Vila asks.
Avon walks up to him, his hand heavy on Vila’s shoulder. “The corpse, Vila.”
