Soooo~
Mmmm, since my scanner hates me and I've yet to figure out my mother's, I can't really update with any pictures. But! I can put stuff I've written! ...right? D8
Anyway. Here's something short I wrote for an RP journal a few days ago. It's just basically a summary of the manga Boys Next Door from Lawr's point of view in the form of a dream~
And no LJ-cut because it's short. >D
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Dark lights, a lush bed. Handcuffs attached to each post of the bed, the keys lying on a nearby nightstand. The door swings open, and he stumbles in, tangled in the arms of another man. The man is pushed to the bed, a brief conversation murmured before his limbs are locked into the handcuffs. He straddles the man's hips, kissing as he slowly undoes his shirt. And he smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, as clothes tumble to the floor.
In the background, carnival music starts up, and then all of a sudden the bed is gone and the sunlight is bright, and a tall, blond man with glasses runs and scoops him into a hug. A handful of balloons are released into the sky as he laughs and smiles, showering Adrian's face with kisses. It's a look of pure, unadulterated joy, true happiness contained in a single moment.
And then the curtains fall and a face looms, an iguana curled around his neck as he points a gun and falls to the ground, a knife buried in his chest and a horrified Adrian standing above him. Cut-and-paste letters hover in the air, reading 'cut me up and cook me for dinner; that way I'll belong entirely to you.'
He sits against the shadow of a wall and claps, calling for an encore. I love you, Adrian..
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And that's it~
Anyway. Here's something short I wrote for an RP journal a few days ago. It's just basically a summary of the manga Boys Next Door from Lawr's point of view in the form of a dream~
And no LJ-cut because it's short. >D
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Dark lights, a lush bed. Handcuffs attached to each post of the bed, the keys lying on a nearby nightstand. The door swings open, and he stumbles in, tangled in the arms of another man. The man is pushed to the bed, a brief conversation murmured before his limbs are locked into the handcuffs. He straddles the man's hips, kissing as he slowly undoes his shirt. And he smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, as clothes tumble to the floor.
In the background, carnival music starts up, and then all of a sudden the bed is gone and the sunlight is bright, and a tall, blond man with glasses runs and scoops him into a hug. A handful of balloons are released into the sky as he laughs and smiles, showering Adrian's face with kisses. It's a look of pure, unadulterated joy, true happiness contained in a single moment.
And then the curtains fall and a face looms, an iguana curled around his neck as he points a gun and falls to the ground, a knife buried in his chest and a horrified Adrian standing above him. Cut-and-paste letters hover in the air, reading 'cut me up and cook me for dinner; that way I'll belong entirely to you.'
He sits against the shadow of a wall and claps, calling for an encore. I love you, Adrian..
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And that's it~