Sep. 28th, 2003
slightly less evil fic
Sep. 28th, 2003 05:38 pmdrabble the second for that there challenge
oblivion - tara/clea duvall
Clea hovered at the bar, surveying the room. She felt the girl in the corner before she saw her, hidden so deep in the shadows that Clea wondered why she was there at all.
The air around her vibrated with loss and need as Clea took her hand and led her out on the floor. Her lips quirked in a half smile as she relaxed into the beat, into Clea's hands skating over the curve of her hips.
Heat and decision flickered in her eyes as she leaned close, warm breath on Clea's ear. "Help me forget who I am."
oblivion - tara/clea duvall
Clea hovered at the bar, surveying the room. She felt the girl in the corner before she saw her, hidden so deep in the shadows that Clea wondered why she was there at all.
The air around her vibrated with loss and need as Clea took her hand and led her out on the floor. Her lips quirked in a half smile as she relaxed into the beat, into Clea's hands skating over the curve of her hips.
Heat and decision flickered in her eyes as she leaned close, warm breath on Clea's ear. "Help me forget who I am."
[beautiful] - andrew/elijah
Sep. 28th, 2003 07:16 pmbeautiful - andrew/elijah (for the btvs/rps challenge)
It catches Elijah at the oddest of moments. When he comes to bed late and Andrew curls around him, limbs heavy and warm with sleep.
Or watching Andrew perched on the edge of the couch mid game, his tongue poked out in concentration. Elijah, foot tapping a staccato beat, glances out of the corner of his eye and is awed by the intensity of focus.
Or moments later when Andrew's character suffers an untimely and violent death, and Andrew lets loose with a string of curse words in five languages, two of which are artificial.
Then it hits him.
Beautiful.
It catches Elijah at the oddest of moments. When he comes to bed late and Andrew curls around him, limbs heavy and warm with sleep.
Or watching Andrew perched on the edge of the couch mid game, his tongue poked out in concentration. Elijah, foot tapping a staccato beat, glances out of the corner of his eye and is awed by the intensity of focus.
Or moments later when Andrew's character suffers an untimely and violent death, and Andrew lets loose with a string of curse words in five languages, two of which are artificial.
Then it hits him.
Beautiful.