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Jun. 25th, 2007 05:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrFor some reason, could not really make the smut bunnies cooperate much this weekend. Alas.
Did manage two small things: Benedict/Rae from Deceived and Jeremiah/Ashley from The Tale of the Laughing Forest.
On a sidenote, wrote a little drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eyestealer. Just after chp. 15 of Meant To Be, Bikendi's POV ^_^
Bikendi stifled a yawn as he came out of his bedroom, dressed now only in faded pants and a black tanktop. He raked a hand through his hair and wished yet again that he was safe and sound back in his laboratory, not stuck on Zero with a problem he did not know how to solve.
Strange that while the trial should be what weighed heaviest on his mind, it was one of his lesser concerns.
He slowed to a stop as he came around the couch and took in what was his greatest problem.
Val had, as he'd known the poor kid would, passed completely out.
Bikendi muttered an oath and snatched up the brandy on the table, downing it in one swallow. He stole another glance at Val, stretched out on his couch, that soft-looking violet hair spread everywhere, clothes bunched and scrunched awkwardly, scales gleaming in the dim lights...and the faintest of smiles on that bewitchingly beautiful face.
Beautiful young face, Bikendi reminded himself sternly, stalking to the bar and pouring another brandy. The boy was barely eighteen, and while that was more than alright in certain cultures - not in his mind. A kid was a kid, and while some say that their being matched made for certain allowances...
Sighing, Bikendi downed another deep swallow and then firmly set the glass down. Getting himself drunk would only put him in greater danger of doing something stupid.
Striding over to the southern wall, he pulled up a datscreen and punched in a request for dinner.
A soft sound, like someone speaking, drew his attention and he moved to look over the back of the couch, then closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Turning away sharply, he went to go find something incredibly difficult and tedious to do.
Did manage two small things: Benedict/Rae from Deceived and Jeremiah/Ashley from The Tale of the Laughing Forest.
On a sidenote, wrote a little drabble for
eyestealer. Just after chp. 15 of Meant To Be, Bikendi's POV ^_^Bikendi stifled a yawn as he came out of his bedroom, dressed now only in faded pants and a black tanktop. He raked a hand through his hair and wished yet again that he was safe and sound back in his laboratory, not stuck on Zero with a problem he did not know how to solve.
Strange that while the trial should be what weighed heaviest on his mind, it was one of his lesser concerns.
He slowed to a stop as he came around the couch and took in what was his greatest problem.
Val had, as he'd known the poor kid would, passed completely out.
Bikendi muttered an oath and snatched up the brandy on the table, downing it in one swallow. He stole another glance at Val, stretched out on his couch, that soft-looking violet hair spread everywhere, clothes bunched and scrunched awkwardly, scales gleaming in the dim lights...and the faintest of smiles on that bewitchingly beautiful face.
Beautiful young face, Bikendi reminded himself sternly, stalking to the bar and pouring another brandy. The boy was barely eighteen, and while that was more than alright in certain cultures - not in his mind. A kid was a kid, and while some say that their being matched made for certain allowances...
Sighing, Bikendi downed another deep swallow and then firmly set the glass down. Getting himself drunk would only put him in greater danger of doing something stupid.
Striding over to the southern wall, he pulled up a datscreen and punched in a request for dinner.
A soft sound, like someone speaking, drew his attention and he moved to look over the back of the couch, then closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Turning away sharply, he went to go find something incredibly difficult and tedious to do.
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Date: 2007-06-25 12:09 pm (UTC)(Oh great. I'm going to stuff up my list. But WHO CARES?!)