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And once I had a Strange Love, a mad sort of deranged love;

Sep 28, 2007 00:05

She hadn't walked anywhere in a very long time. She'd been forced into Taxi-cabs and Subways during her pregnancy, short as it was. And now that she had Miyoko, she just didn't have the time for leisurely strolls around the town. She had to get there, get what she needed, and go home. She'd gotten quite a few veiled complaints from friends that she ( Read more... )

yami no malik/anzu, anzu, yami no malik

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tothedust September 28 2007, 20:37:43 UTC

Malik didn't like the cold. It wasn't even the sort of dislike he could get off on, the way he disliked having a knife shoved into his side; chill winds--which didn't even carry a noticeable amount of dust here--were unfamiliar and annoying. Besides that, he'd nearly been mugged. The maiming that followed might have been cathartic for a time, but he still had a little blood on his shirt--which was black, and didn't show it, but it had smeared up along his neck and arms--and the wind was making it cold and sticky and stiff. Gods he hated feeling dirty.

Furthermore, while he was a fluent speaker, he couldn't read the signs in Domino without a bit of effort. It was effort he was further annoyed to have to spend, while standing in the relentless wind and the slowly setting sun ( ... )

graces September 29 2007, 01:25:19 UTC

Anzu had barely settled into one of the armchairs before she heard a slam and a crack, which upon investigation, was the person she was waiting for. Dragging herself out of the chair, managing to reach him just about the time the woman skittered back behind her desk.

Jesus, he'd cracked the window. Anzu glanced at it for a moment, before deciding she wasn't really interested in that. Mental note, however -- do not trust him around doors and windows.

Then again, was there a place she could trust him ( ... )

tothedust September 29 2007, 17:08:35 UTC

He took both of the thin plastic cards, making an irritated tch when his fingers left gummy, bloody marks on them.

"Ne, I brought money," aggravated or not, his tone was still soft and mock-warm, a side-effect he always got after fighting. "You order while I shower, hm?"

Naturally, he didn't think she'd argue with that. Having seen the way she'd looked at him, though--half-confused, half put-off--he wondered if she'd run away while he cleaned up. Which made him realize that he actually didn't want her to.

So. How to make sure your 'guest' stayed put against their instincts? Last time had involved sending her into shock and then following it up with sex, but neither of those were ready options now.

Hn, maybe she'd be enthralled by the cable tv.

The news wouldn't have any knowledge of what he'd done until the next day, so there at least wouldn't be a risk of her realizing that she'd be wise to run.

Confident that he'd find some way of pinning her to this place--the thought brought to mind the little butterflies in Sister's museum ( ... )

graces September 29 2007, 18:12:49 UTC

Her eyes focused on the red marks his fingers left behind on the plastic cards, but for some reason, they didn't raise up the significant warning flags that they should. Of course, they perturbed her, and made her a little more nervous about the meeting, but ... overall, she should be a little more worked up about it ( ... )

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