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Aug. 24th, 2005 06:16 pmDrabble calls outcome.
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bethynyc
Wesley liked the green shirt and black jacket the most.
Oh, he liked all other shirts Rupert wore, a particular soft spot for tweed jackets, but this set was the best one.
It complimented green eyes of his lover. It fit in all the right places.
It looked amazing, wet and clingy, that first day when every touch was a discovery and every kiss brought amazement and fire.
He always wondered how a simple fabric can be both so rough and soft.
Yes, he liked that shirt and that jacket.
And most of all, he liked it on the floor.
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silent_chris prompt: listen
People would be surprised if they learned that Oz could form sentences longer than three words.
Laconic could be his middle name if it wasn't Joseph.
But it was always a matter of finding the perfect listener.
When Willow was changing her dress, or not yet there, on patrol with Buffy, on a shopping trip, or lost in the world of her latest computer project or spell...
He sat down on her bed and talked, about his band, about the latest record he bought, about wormholes and theory of relativity.
And Amy nibbled on his black fingernail and listened.
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spikeyboots prompt: stealing
When the fist met Sawyer's jaw his first thought was 'not again'.
"Give it back!"
"Give what back?" automatic denial, hand wiping off the blood.
"You perfectly know!"
Smirk set firmly in place. "I haven't the slightest. Why won't you tell me?"
Threatening silence followed and he smiled.
"Don't want anyone to know about porn? Or that it was gay porn? Tell ya what, Ali. I'll trade you."
Sayid crossed his arms. "What for."
"The real thing?" Eyebrows raised in a way that wasn't practised at all, but was quite hopeful. "What say you?"
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remember_nomore
Ever since he learned that the Caritas was oftenly frequented by Angel and his merry band of little helpers Lindsey stopped coming there often.
But sometimes you miss the music, the crowd, sometimes you miss that part of you tend to forget exists...
Sometimes you just need to get drunk and sing your heart out.
And then you find her.
Blonde curtain of hair, blue eyes turned down, slender fingers grasping the microphone as if it was a lifeline, voice the angels should be jelous of.
Sometimes a chance meeting changes your life.
Sometimes you find love in unexpected places.
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beadtific
There are moments when she forgets.
When she doesn't remember she's still furious with him for the Spike debacle.
When she forgets that he betrayed her, that she doesn't need him, that nothing is the same anymore.
She smiles at him then, her eyes brightening with the fire he always loved.
She opens her lips around a kind word then remembers...
Her mouth is again a thin line of resentment, her eyes again empty.
The moment is gone and his heart is broken all over again, just like the first time.
But he lives for those moments.
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cala_jane prompt: whatever
V has a habit of getting under your skin.
I blame the head tilt.
So I stand on the bridge at 2am, hauling the rich asshole whose face would be plastered all over the tabloids tomorrow, reason being his suicide, off the edge and into his car.
"I don't want to," he whines when I politely explain I'm taking him to V's.
"Unless you have other ideas on what to do in the middle of the night on the backseat of your butt ugly yellow ride..." I wait a moment to hear if he does have.
"Whatever."
Hope you like them, guys :)
I'm still taking requests.
I'm not bored, just activity challenged.
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Wesley liked the green shirt and black jacket the most.
Oh, he liked all other shirts Rupert wore, a particular soft spot for tweed jackets, but this set was the best one.
It complimented green eyes of his lover. It fit in all the right places.
It looked amazing, wet and clingy, that first day when every touch was a discovery and every kiss brought amazement and fire.
He always wondered how a simple fabric can be both so rough and soft.
Yes, he liked that shirt and that jacket.
And most of all, he liked it on the floor.
for
People would be surprised if they learned that Oz could form sentences longer than three words.
Laconic could be his middle name if it wasn't Joseph.
But it was always a matter of finding the perfect listener.
When Willow was changing her dress, or not yet there, on patrol with Buffy, on a shopping trip, or lost in the world of her latest computer project or spell...
He sat down on her bed and talked, about his band, about the latest record he bought, about wormholes and theory of relativity.
And Amy nibbled on his black fingernail and listened.
for
When the fist met Sawyer's jaw his first thought was 'not again'.
"Give it back!"
"Give what back?" automatic denial, hand wiping off the blood.
"You perfectly know!"
Smirk set firmly in place. "I haven't the slightest. Why won't you tell me?"
Threatening silence followed and he smiled.
"Don't want anyone to know about porn? Or that it was gay porn? Tell ya what, Ali. I'll trade you."
Sayid crossed his arms. "What for."
"The real thing?" Eyebrows raised in a way that wasn't practised at all, but was quite hopeful. "What say you?"
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Ever since he learned that the Caritas was oftenly frequented by Angel and his merry band of little helpers Lindsey stopped coming there often.
But sometimes you miss the music, the crowd, sometimes you miss that part of you tend to forget exists...
Sometimes you just need to get drunk and sing your heart out.
And then you find her.
Blonde curtain of hair, blue eyes turned down, slender fingers grasping the microphone as if it was a lifeline, voice the angels should be jelous of.
Sometimes a chance meeting changes your life.
Sometimes you find love in unexpected places.
for
There are moments when she forgets.
When she doesn't remember she's still furious with him for the Spike debacle.
When she forgets that he betrayed her, that she doesn't need him, that nothing is the same anymore.
She smiles at him then, her eyes brightening with the fire he always loved.
She opens her lips around a kind word then remembers...
Her mouth is again a thin line of resentment, her eyes again empty.
The moment is gone and his heart is broken all over again, just like the first time.
But he lives for those moments.
for
V has a habit of getting under your skin.
I blame the head tilt.
So I stand on the bridge at 2am, hauling the rich asshole whose face would be plastered all over the tabloids tomorrow, reason being his suicide, off the edge and into his car.
"I don't want to," he whines when I politely explain I'm taking him to V's.
"Unless you have other ideas on what to do in the middle of the night on the backseat of your butt ugly yellow ride..." I wait a moment to hear if he does have.
"Whatever."
Hope you like them, guys :)
I'm still taking requests.
I'm not bored, just activity challenged.
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Date: 2005-08-24 09:21 am (UTC)Thanks, honey.
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Date: 2005-08-24 09:23 am (UTC)And sorry... they wanted to be angsty. I was trying to write romantic post-Chosen but they kept coming back to the angst of s7
*sporks them both, then bangs their heads together*
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Date: 2005-08-24 09:31 am (UTC)ok requesting again. Either more of that one [maybe from her POV] or a Tangelus because you're my Angelus and we are twisted :P
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Date: 2005-08-24 09:53 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-08-24 11:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-24 11:30 am (UTC)Tara's feelings or orientation wasn't mentioned once!
*makes a point of being a smart-ass*
Also, I write what I'm requested to write *g*
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Date: 2005-08-24 12:00 pm (UTC)Lindsey falling in love with Tara, but Tara not being interested in him and waving him off for Fred, who's sitting in the corner. That would totally make my day. Hee!
BTW...I wasn't necessarily saying that you made Tara het, I was just simply saying I can't see her that way at all, because for me she'll always be a lesbian. Sorry if it offended you, lord.
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Date: 2005-08-24 12:12 pm (UTC)Let's clarify:
I'm very, very happy you thought it's a good writing. I'm thrilled everytime someone says good things about anything I create, especially since I'm very sensitive over my English abilities. So, I'm grateful for compliments.
I know you don't see Lindsey/Tara, we talked about it already... neither really do I. For me Tara is gay, and that's one of the most important things about her character, I do agree. But some people, whom I like very much, want Tara in a het relationship. So I write it if it's requested.
I don't criticize anyone's ships (and no, I'm totally not saying that you do, hon), because I know that I don't like when someone criticizes mine. So if someone wants me to write their ship for them, I usually do.
I wasn't in any way offended, or irritated, or whatever with your comment. I was just pointing out that I hadn't made Tara het. It was in a joking way (ergo the smart-ass comment, where I was poking fun at *myself* and my habit of always needing to have the last word) and I'm really sorry if you felt in any way offended, because that wasn't my intent, really.
To sump it up. Neither of my comments (this or the previous one) was supposed to be mean, or resentful, or anything. And again, I'm very sorry if you took it that way *turns puppy eyes at you*.
I love our chats, and our rp, and I don't want you to be cross with me, so - sorry! *looks cute*
And I'll write you that Tara/Fred as soon as I get the words right :)
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Date: 2005-08-24 12:40 pm (UTC)It's all good, I'm not cross with you at all. I'm not going to pull out of our RP, which I've had Fred reply to already if you haven't had the chance to see it, and I'm always going to chat with you and read most of the stuff that you write. Hee! And yay, whenever you get around to writing my Fred and Tara request. *g* It's cool, you were joking. I guess I was upset about something else and it sort of spilled over. So it's all good. :)
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Date: 2005-08-24 01:09 pm (UTC)I'm kind of crappy now as well, so it's possible the whole misunderstanding was because of that... sorry again *hugs*
At least I have the RP to cheer me up :). I'm loving it.
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Date: 2005-08-24 01:21 pm (UTC)I wish I could find someone to do a Cordy&Angel one with me and actually keep up with it. :)