Request Drabbles - Poke the Muse!
Title: A candle in the night.
Fandom: KKM
Characters: Alford, Murata
Summary: This is a play on the darker side of desire. Not really how I see the character working but this is just what I came up with.
Requested by: sora_ishida
You are such a temptation. Every smile, every gesture is an invitation to sin and I am weak...but I am old enough to know that you have no real idea what you are doing to me with those soft eyes and that shy smile. I will bide my time and wait. After all, you will reward me for this restraint one day. Do you even imagine what runs through my mind as you laugh with Weller-kyo?
Do you know how perilously close I come to lashing out? Do you know what jealousy feels like? Dark thoughts clawing away reason and restraint. I want to hear you cry out, I want you to reach for me and trust me with your secrets and your dreams. I want to see you sprawled across silk sheets, skin slick with sweat and eyes glazed with desire. I want to taste your breath as you pant and gasp and plead.
I want you and my paitence is starting to run thin.
You can't escape forever, Alford.
Title: Ice glitter.
Fandom: deannawol's Lex fic / CP
Characters: Dusk
Requested by: deannawol
He was thirteen when he stumbled into the 'Zone with a jeweller's blood on his hands and the glittering diamonds stuffed haphazardly into his pockets. He'd been a good kid; well, his parents had thought he was a good kid. He'd been smart, charming and confident. They'd sung his praises and ignored or tearfully denied the allegations of bullying, petty theft and arson.
He'd lied to the counsellors, sobbed crocodile tears to his therapist and struck terror in the hearts of his victims. But he knew instinctively that this could not go on; this final act had been a step too far. He would face reprogramming, jail...possibly death.
So he had come here, to the city's criminal underbelly where respect was earnt with your wits and your animal ferocity. The jeweller's death had given him the credentials and creds to earn his way in. Already, he could see shadows gathering in the alleys and flickering streetlights gleamed on chrome. One hand in his pocket and eyes darting from shadow to shadow, he made his way into the dusk.
He would be famous here.
Fandom: KKM
Characters: Alford, Murata
Summary: This is a play on the darker side of desire. Not really how I see the character working but this is just what I came up with.
Requested by: sora_ishida
You are such a temptation. Every smile, every gesture is an invitation to sin and I am weak...but I am old enough to know that you have no real idea what you are doing to me with those soft eyes and that shy smile. I will bide my time and wait. After all, you will reward me for this restraint one day. Do you even imagine what runs through my mind as you laugh with Weller-kyo?
Do you know how perilously close I come to lashing out? Do you know what jealousy feels like? Dark thoughts clawing away reason and restraint. I want to hear you cry out, I want you to reach for me and trust me with your secrets and your dreams. I want to see you sprawled across silk sheets, skin slick with sweat and eyes glazed with desire. I want to taste your breath as you pant and gasp and plead.
I want you and my paitence is starting to run thin.
You can't escape forever, Alford.
Title: Ice glitter.
Fandom: deannawol's Lex fic / CP
Characters: Dusk
Requested by: deannawol
He was thirteen when he stumbled into the 'Zone with a jeweller's blood on his hands and the glittering diamonds stuffed haphazardly into his pockets. He'd been a good kid; well, his parents had thought he was a good kid. He'd been smart, charming and confident. They'd sung his praises and ignored or tearfully denied the allegations of bullying, petty theft and arson.
He'd lied to the counsellors, sobbed crocodile tears to his therapist and struck terror in the hearts of his victims. But he knew instinctively that this could not go on; this final act had been a step too far. He would face reprogramming, jail...possibly death.
So he had come here, to the city's criminal underbelly where respect was earnt with your wits and your animal ferocity. The jeweller's death had given him the credentials and creds to earn his way in. Already, he could see shadows gathering in the alleys and flickering streetlights gleamed on chrome. One hand in his pocket and eyes darting from shadow to shadow, he made his way into the dusk.
He would be famous here.