Suspenders
And also, because I was inspired by The Suspenders....
Title: Suspenders
Author: Doomthatimpends
Rating: G
Pairing: Mick/Josef
Genre: Humor/drabblific/fluffly
Summary: Josef is old enough to know how to keep himself entertained. A brief dip into the mind of a vampire with too much time on his hands.
I like suspenders. Always have, always will. Not too many men or vampires in this day and age can pull them off properly, but I am quite capable. I can pull off any fashion I choose, and have for centuries. It’s a talent of mine.
Now Mick, my dear sweet child of a friend, is a vampire who can work suspenders. He wore them in a way that made you want to snap them just to make him hiss at the sting. I say wore, because Mick has not donned them in decades. I miss them, oddly enough. I wear them now as a form of mourning for those wonderful accessories.
I also wear them with the subtle and artful intention of reminding him of their existence. With my power and influence, they are starting to come back into style again. Already many of my most minor minions sported them in an attempt to flatter and emulate my incredible sense of style. Soon enough it will spread even to the cultureless pit of dreary gloom that it Mick’s closet. Soon and I will have what I’ve been working for.
I most assuredly do not jump when his voice breaks into my mental plotting, but I am distracted enough by his interruption to lose my grip on the suspenders I’d been stroking, snapping the material sharply against my chest. I hissed and thought uncharitable thoughts for a moment before processing his words.
“What is with the suspenders lately? I thought they went out in the 80’s.” I smile my sexiest most sinister smile as I turn slowly to stare him down.
“I like suspenders.” I inform him and lick my lips. He gives me a puzzled frown before shrugging it off, launching into a long detailed tail of idiocy revolving around his day chasing something or other with that blond reporter creature. He’s so innocent as he goes on about her, so unaware of the plans I have for him. But soon. Soon….
Title: Suspenders
Author: Doomthatimpends
Rating: G
Pairing: Mick/Josef
Genre: Humor/drabblific/fluffly
Summary: Josef is old enough to know how to keep himself entertained. A brief dip into the mind of a vampire with too much time on his hands.
I like suspenders. Always have, always will. Not too many men or vampires in this day and age can pull them off properly, but I am quite capable. I can pull off any fashion I choose, and have for centuries. It’s a talent of mine.
Now Mick, my dear sweet child of a friend, is a vampire who can work suspenders. He wore them in a way that made you want to snap them just to make him hiss at the sting. I say wore, because Mick has not donned them in decades. I miss them, oddly enough. I wear them now as a form of mourning for those wonderful accessories.
I also wear them with the subtle and artful intention of reminding him of their existence. With my power and influence, they are starting to come back into style again. Already many of my most minor minions sported them in an attempt to flatter and emulate my incredible sense of style. Soon enough it will spread even to the cultureless pit of dreary gloom that it Mick’s closet. Soon and I will have what I’ve been working for.
I most assuredly do not jump when his voice breaks into my mental plotting, but I am distracted enough by his interruption to lose my grip on the suspenders I’d been stroking, snapping the material sharply against my chest. I hissed and thought uncharitable thoughts for a moment before processing his words.
“What is with the suspenders lately? I thought they went out in the 80’s.” I smile my sexiest most sinister smile as I turn slowly to stare him down.
“I like suspenders.” I inform him and lick my lips. He gives me a puzzled frown before shrugging it off, launching into a long detailed tail of idiocy revolving around his day chasing something or other with that blond reporter creature. He’s so innocent as he goes on about her, so unaware of the plans I have for him. But soon. Soon….