Sark Really Is Dangerous. Dammit. And "Cold Crush"
This is the fifth day of my Sarkney love. Still going strong.
I saw a Sark music video (I forget where - Pink-Martini.Net, I think) to Limp Bizkit's "Behind Blue Eyes". So then I realized that that song is so Sark that it borders on cheesy. It's like the redeemable!Sark song. I love it. But my dreams they aren't as empty / as my conscience seems to be
This is yet another pointless entry, mainly just because I really, really like Sark and had to talk about my liking for him. Yay. Stuck On Sark. SOS. Helllp.
Eugh. I really, really like this Sark icon I'm posting with. Going to see if there's a tutorial I can follow later.
Okay, so in HP news, I...did absolutely nothing. Except write this drabble.
Title: "Cold Crush"
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Malfoy, on his prefect rounds. Damn.
He stopped in front of her and frowned, peering at her.
"Are you contagious?"
Ginny sorely hoped she was afflicted with the worst of all illnesses and that he was catching it. She settled for sniffing hard again and turning her head away, hoping he would get a clue, for once in his life, to shut up and let things be.
He was clearly sucky at reading signs, she decided sulkily, as he settled himself down at a careful distance away from her. She settled for wiping her nose on her sleeve and had the satisfactory pleasure of watching him blanch.
"That's disgusting, Weasley," he informed her and tossed a handkerchief at her face. "Mop yourself up, you're not a fit for anyone's eyes."
The slip of silk had his initials embroidered in one corner in a lavish script. Ginny made a rude sound. Typical Malfoy possession. Sidling a glance over at him, she could see his tie hanging undone and crumpled around his neck, an unusual occurrence in itself, and she wondered if he'd just passed by from an assignation with a poor, helpless girl. Ginny's features darkened into an unconscious scowl.
He cleared his throat, and she snapped, "I'm not sick."
He looked momentarily taken aback before he relaxed again. "So what's wrong with you then?"
Of course he'd assume there was something wrong with her. Never mind that there was.
"None of your business," she said crabbily, wanting to stand from her cramped position against the hard bookshelves, but unwilling to let Malfoy think that she was leaving because of him. Never mind that half the reason would be because she wanted to leave his presence.
"I see." He, on the other hand, looked completely comfortable. He stretched out his long legs and crossed them loosely at the ankles, resting his back flat against the bookshelf behind him.
Stupid Malfoy, Ginny reflected in a burst of desperation, walking all around and fully conscious and smugly superior of how he affected people but never noticing how he disturbed her. She amended, well, until today.
Sark is so cool.
I saw a Sark music video (I forget where - Pink-Martini.Net, I think) to Limp Bizkit's "Behind Blue Eyes". So then I realized that that song is so Sark that it borders on cheesy. It's like the redeemable!Sark song. I love it. But my dreams they aren't as empty / as my conscience seems to be
This is yet another pointless entry, mainly just because I really, really like Sark and had to talk about my liking for him. Yay. Stuck On Sark. SOS. Helllp.
Eugh. I really, really like this Sark icon I'm posting with. Going to see if there's a tutorial I can follow later.
Okay, so in HP news, I...did absolutely nothing. Except write this drabble.
Title: "Cold Crush"
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Malfoy, on his prefect rounds. Damn.
He stopped in front of her and frowned, peering at her.
"Are you contagious?"
Ginny sorely hoped she was afflicted with the worst of all illnesses and that he was catching it. She settled for sniffing hard again and turning her head away, hoping he would get a clue, for once in his life, to shut up and let things be.
He was clearly sucky at reading signs, she decided sulkily, as he settled himself down at a careful distance away from her. She settled for wiping her nose on her sleeve and had the satisfactory pleasure of watching him blanch.
"That's disgusting, Weasley," he informed her and tossed a handkerchief at her face. "Mop yourself up, you're not a fit for anyone's eyes."
The slip of silk had his initials embroidered in one corner in a lavish script. Ginny made a rude sound. Typical Malfoy possession. Sidling a glance over at him, she could see his tie hanging undone and crumpled around his neck, an unusual occurrence in itself, and she wondered if he'd just passed by from an assignation with a poor, helpless girl. Ginny's features darkened into an unconscious scowl.
He cleared his throat, and she snapped, "I'm not sick."
He looked momentarily taken aback before he relaxed again. "So what's wrong with you then?"
Of course he'd assume there was something wrong with her. Never mind that there was.
"None of your business," she said crabbily, wanting to stand from her cramped position against the hard bookshelves, but unwilling to let Malfoy think that she was leaving because of him. Never mind that half the reason would be because she wanted to leave his presence.
"I see." He, on the other hand, looked completely comfortable. He stretched out his long legs and crossed them loosely at the ankles, resting his back flat against the bookshelf behind him.
Stupid Malfoy, Ginny reflected in a burst of desperation, walking all around and fully conscious and smugly superior of how he affected people but never noticing how he disturbed her. She amended, well, until today.
Sark is so cool.