.seems to last for ages
Two drabbles (100 words) written for minusthe__text.
Character: Brian Molko
Challenge: "Whore."
You androgynous slut.
You love the attention, don’t you? You love the way they make you feel. Wanted, if only for a few moments. They make you feel pretty and attractive as they comment on your lush lips, your shy smile. On your dainty lashes, framing your eyes angelically. Men want what you have to offer. You’re chosen far before the others, and they resent you for it. They want to take a blade to your pretty face and carve it up, make you their own Masterpiece Theatre.
Even with those scars, you’d still be picked far before they would.
Character: Jay Gordon
Challenge: "Whore."
Eyes that had a vibrant sparkle behind the soft hazel.
Eyes that had seen the worst evils that men do, yet never lost their shimmer.
Eyes that had attracted many a customer, long lashes caressing and dark lines framing.
Eyes that had danced, laughing at things only they could see. At the imperfections and misconceptions of mankind.
Eyes that had, despite the turmoil and hardships of whoredom, always seen the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
Eyes that had seen more than most of their profession.
Eyes that had survived a so-called exotic lifestyle of risk and danger.
Character: Brian Molko
Challenge: "Whore."
You androgynous slut.
You love the attention, don’t you? You love the way they make you feel. Wanted, if only for a few moments. They make you feel pretty and attractive as they comment on your lush lips, your shy smile. On your dainty lashes, framing your eyes angelically. Men want what you have to offer. You’re chosen far before the others, and they resent you for it. They want to take a blade to your pretty face and carve it up, make you their own Masterpiece Theatre.
Even with those scars, you’d still be picked far before they would.
Character: Jay Gordon
Challenge: "Whore."
Eyes that had a vibrant sparkle behind the soft hazel.
Eyes that had seen the worst evils that men do, yet never lost their shimmer.
Eyes that had attracted many a customer, long lashes caressing and dark lines framing.
Eyes that had danced, laughing at things only they could see. At the imperfections and misconceptions of mankind.
Eyes that had, despite the turmoil and hardships of whoredom, always seen the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.
Eyes that had seen more than most of their profession.
Eyes that had survived a so-called exotic lifestyle of risk and danger.