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maderrAm switching between Sandstorm and Ficathon story. Need breakz0r. So bits. Requests? Don't break me. K.I.S.S. is what I'm going for here. Any of my originals, any fandom I know or you think you can sucker me into.
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 01:12 am (UTC)puppies, right?
Date: 2006-06-01 01:18 am (UTC)I apologize for the abject st00pid.
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"I think there's a misunderstanding here," Bobby said.
Dart didn't look up from the comic book he was currently perusing. "You said he's good enough to eat. I agreed."
"Yeah," Bobby said, "but when I say that I don't mean with garlic butter dipping sauce. And your glamour is slipping."
At that Dart stopped drooling over comics. Closing his eyes, he muttered a few words that sounded vaguely like he'd eaten a piece of fish that still had a few small bones in it. Gradually the dark smudge that had begun to appear across his suntanned skin began to fade, and the claws that had begun to grow on his fingers returned to nails. Once more nothing but another blonde beach head killing time in a comic shop while the storm outside raged, he returned his attention to the comic Bobby has foisted upon him. "A man like this, I'd probably use hot sauce, or perhaps honey-mustard. Hmm..."
Bobby shook his head, damp black hair smacking against his cheeks. "Goblins. You're all stomach."
"At least we make use of the whole, instead of simply drinking blood." Dart sneered. "A total waste, to take the blood and leave the rest."
"Depends on what you do with the rest..." Bobby muttered, but let the matter drop and went back to rifling through comic books.
Hmm...
Date: 2006-06-01 01:27 am (UTC)Peter yawned and stretched as he stepped out onto the porch, rolling his neck to work out the kinks created by too many hours bent over equipment that at times seemed designed to cause pain in proportion to information provided. But he'd be the first to admit that scientists were gluttons for punishement.
He collapsed on the front steps with another yawn, wishing he'd thought to make a pot of coffee before stepping out for fresh air. But love his lab as he did - he'd needed to get out for a bit.
The night was cool, spring air making it sweet-smelling, and the full moon was bright enough to add color to the night, making the grass dark green and the roses Sally had planted one night a rich, dark pink. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft breeze, the rustling of grass and trees. Town was always fun to visit, but he loved living just outside it.
He opened his eyes at the sounf of feet padding through grass and smiled, hands moving to meet Low as the wolf bounded towar him and up the steps, stroking the soft, thick fur as Low butted his chest before shifting to rest his head in Peter's lap.
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:29 am (UTC)pretty please?
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:35 am (UTC)Re: puppies, right?
Date: 2006-06-01 01:40 am (UTC)I am so terribly easy. Ahhh, and now I can sleep with visions of goblins dancing in my head. ;p
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Date: 2006-06-01 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 01:47 am (UTC)I'm supposed to fit that in a bit? XD I assume you mean Sable meeting them?
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Chris glared. At all three of them. His mother because he just knew she'd stashed the photo albums somewhere handy. Sable because he knew that gleam in the demon's eye. His father because the man would do whatever Glenys told him to, even if it included embarrassing their son.
"Charmed," Sable murmured, bowing over Gleny's hand like he'd forgotten which century he currenlty lived in. "I can see where he gets his beauty." He nodded to Daniel, treating the translucent figure as it were perfectly normal for a man to have a ghost for a father. "As well as certain other remarkable features." His lips twitched. "But I cannot tell where he gets his temper."
Glenys and Daniel laughed. Chris folded his arms across his chest and ignored them. "From his mother," Daniel said teasingly, stroking translucent fingers down his wife's cheek.
Chris snorted. "There's a lie if ever I heard one." He looked at Sable. My father was a rogue back when they still used that word."
Sable laughed. "That would explain your penchant for sneaking into offices, then. Though I thought it was the rogues that did the ravishing..."
"Sable!" Chris hissed, feeling his cheeks burn as his parents laughed. "Don't make me regret bringing you here."
"I would have come anyway, beautiful," Sable said, stroking his cheek much like Daniel had stroked Glenys'. "I like seeing the ones who made you what you are."
Chris sighed, conceding defeat. "You could at least pretend to behave."
"Nonsense," Daniel interjected. "You never bothered to, why should he? Now stop grousing and go eat the dinner your mother prepared."
"I knew I should have moved away," Chris muttered as he obeyed, but returned his mother's smile when his father and Sable weren't looking.
Re: Hmm...
Date: 2006-06-01 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 02:01 am (UTC)"Hoooooooot," Jenohn whined. "So hot."
"Serves you right for dragging us to the summer festival," Selsor replied unsympathetically, licking sweetberry juice from his fingers. "I said we should stay inside. You insisted we come here. Suffer the consequences."
Jenohn lifted his head up from where he lay in the grass. "Please? Pretty please? For sexual favors?"
"I get those anyway," Selsor replied tartly. "And I will not abuse my magic, even to stop your whining." He ate another handful of dark red sweetberries, the juice staining his lips and fingers red.
Instead of being insulted, Jenohn merely gave Selsor one of his infuriating grins. "I could do worse."
"Probably," Selsor agreed. "But I've put up with you long eough not to be so easily swayed." He swallowed another sweetberry. "I will not abuse me magic."
Jenohn rolled his eyes. "One simple rain shower is not abuse. Look at everyone. They're miserable! Just a little rian! Nice and cool." He sat up and snagged Selsor's hand, stealing the berry he held and sucking on the fingers. "Right now it's way too hot to do anything."
Selsor narrowed his eyes and tried to tug his hand free. "Stop that."
"No," Jenohn said, teeth nipping lightly as Selsor's sensitive wrist. "Just a small shower. Something to play in. YOu love playing in the rain. So does everyone when its this hot." He yanked hard, sending sweetberries flying and Selsor sprawling across his legs with several colorful curses.
"Fine," Selsor said, glaring. "But you will behave." High above them the blue sky began to fill with dark clouds, the scent of pending rain coming on a cooling breeze.
Jenohn nodded and began to blithely disobey the order as rain began to fall, Selsor curses lost beneath the sounds of the summer shower and the cheers of people at the fair in the valley below.
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 02:13 am (UTC)I don't promise to get them terribly IC
Date: 2006-06-01 02:13 am (UTC)I apologize profusely if this hurts you X_X
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Most racers lost than enthusiasm after the first few seasons. Became jaded for one reason for another. They still loved it -- the speed, the danger, the rush -- but it was a harder love. Like loving someone after they cheated on you, knowing they'd do it again.
Not Speed though. He never lost that look of first love. That bounce in his step, the light in his eyes. He'd faced all the same things the rest of them had, and more besides. X knew exactly what Speed had been through.
But Speed's love for it all never dimmed. Never hardened. It was...captivating to see, but also hard. Captivating because who didn't love to watch a passionate person at what made them so passionate? Hard because there were days that it seemed Speed simply hadn't noticed his lover was cheating on him.
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:14 am (UTC)The swords???
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:20 am (UTC)"It's called swimming, Einn."
"It's called 'do I look like a fish to you?" Einn replied, glaring well away from the edge of the swimming pool.
Cyan rolled his eyes. "Baby."
"Fornarian. Rocks. Water bad."
"You're not made of rock."
"I'm also lacking in fat, which makes me very sinkable. You swim. I'll stay right here."
Cyan rolled his eyes again and pushed off the wall, backstroking lazily across the pool. "Fine, baby. Then I guess I can't show you a few tricks I picked up from this girl I used to know on Mars..."
Einn narrowed his eyes. "What tricks?
Smirking, Cyan explained.
"Fine," Einn said as he finished, and slowly approached the pool. He stared distrustfully at the water, but eventually knelt and then slid into the pool. "But I'm not going in the deep end."
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 02:25 am (UTC)"Go the hell away," Brian said with a glare.
"But Mr. Ice cream man..."
Brian pointed in the direction of their houses. "Go. Now. You are not getting a popsicle from me. Not after what happened last time."
"You liked it well enough then," Kevin said with one of his perpetual smiles. He wiped sweat from his brow. "Come on, love of my life. One, erm, popsicle."
"Go. Away." Brian said, and shot him a warning look as a kid approached shouting for a fudge pop. "I'm done in an hour, you can wait that long."
"Okay, okay," Kevin said. "Just make sure you bring me a popsicle." He waggeled his eyebrows. "Strawberry is my favorite."
"Kevin!" Brian said. "Home! Now!"
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-01 02:42 am (UTC)Thanks ^^
this okay?
Date: 2006-06-01 02:43 am (UTC)Ahahaha. Duh me. Wow, flashback.
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Dagger wondered sometime if girls took lessons in shrieking. Surely a sound like that wasn't wholly natural? Shaking his head, he drew his sword as they reached the source of the scream, a small house on the edge of the forest they were passing through on their way home.
A young woman was pressed against the rough cabin wall, shrieking loud enough he wondered she needed help -- surely she'd just driven her assailant to deafness.
Katan raced ahead of him, moonlight glinting on his long sword as he lunged at the figure doing his best to get a grip on the strugggling, shrieking girl. Dagger heard him cry out as the figure whirled, snarled, threw himself at Katan, who reeled back from the unexpected speed of the counter attack.
Dagger didn't waste any time, but threw himself into the fight, fumbling only briefly as the attacker spun toward him, moonlight revealing a beast that was half-man, half=-wolf. Terrifying. The beast-man let out an eerie howl -- though nothing like the woman's scream -- and sprang at dagger.
Moonlight flashed on steel as Dagger blocked claws with his sabre, bringing his main gauche up to stab the beast, catching him in the shoulder. It was enough to make the thing drop its assault, fallng to the ground in pain, unable to use the wounded arm. Katan rusehd in to finish the job, stabbing the wolf-man in the throat.
Katan spun to face the woman. "Are you all right, my lady?"
"Yes," the woman said, voice shaky. She shoved back the hood covering her head and face, moonlight shining on a face that was even younger than Dagger had first thought. "Thank you very much."
Re: this okay?
Date: 2006-06-01 02:47 am (UTC)Oh well. *love, adoration and undying gratitude x 2!*
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Date: 2006-06-01 02:55 am (UTC)And this is what Kim has to say:
Re: this okay?
Date: 2006-06-01 02:59 am (UTC)A sudden crashing in the brush behind them set both men whirling around, forming a protective barrier between the young woman and the night. It was only a second before the creator of the noise appeared.
Out from the shadow of the trees stumbled a giant of a man. He dragged behind him the carcass of a small deer, and over his shoulder loomed the shadow of long, black steel.
Katan and Dagger tensed. Then from behind them came a high screech. "RIFE!"
The shadow dropped the deer and stepped forward into the light, revealing a dark beard and wide, innocent eyes. "Red? What are you doing here?"
The girl/woman pushed Dagger and Katan aside. She flew at the man and began pummeling ineffectually against his stomach. "You dummy! You idiot! You were supposed to take me to grandma's house today. You promised! I even made you your favorite pastries. You lazy, forgetful son of a-"
"Red!"