Mkay.
[ mood | 
sleepy ]
[ music | Fall To Pieces - Velvet Revolver ]
So, I do have my official Big Damn Table. [As you can clearly see below.]
HOW-UM-EVER, I do have quite a few ideas on my general SVU claiming-ness, so I suppose I can post them for j00.
Unofficial fanfic100, SVU General.
Summary: Olivia + Elliot + Rampant Silent Conversation = Endless Amusement.
Prompt 065: Passing
Word Count: 360 [Worked it down to this. Tee hee.]
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Olivia suited up. (That’s what she liked to call getting ready in her head. Hey, they were macabre and serious for 90% of the day. If they couldn’t escape the horrific monotony inside their own heads, where else were they supposed to be funny?) Sliding her drawers closed, she nodded to Fin, who asked her to pull the car around, he’d be out the front steps in about fifteen minutes. Nodding, the detective grabbed her coffee and started down the hall.
In the long passageway to the elevator, she saw Elliot round the corner. She smiled.
(Hey.)
He smiled back.
(Hey.)
Their steps slowed, and their eyes stayed together, silent communication envied by those who watched and knew what was going on. (It could be very annoying, sometimes.)
Her brows furrowed.
(Where’re you goin’?)
He shrugged on his suit jacket, having swung it around off his shoulder. Her head nodded in understanding.
(Oh. Court.)
(Yeah. Sucks. You with Fin?) His head tipped up and tilted to one side, curious. It would’ve had a smirk if he thought she was with Munch.
(Yeah.) She sipped her coffee. They had closed much of the distance between them, and would pass and have to say their goodbyes. (As much as they wanted -or seemed- to have eyes in the back of their heads, they couldn’t keep up their unspoken banter without some sort of visual.)
He reached into his pocket as she lowered her coffee cup, still feeling the warm liquid swirl around about half full. She blinked as she realized it was a station mug.
(You need the sedan keys?)
He was already grasping them in his hand.
She almost laughed, knowing she’d have hated the second trip. (Yeah.)
Toss.
Catch.
(You want some coffee?)
(Please! I’m getting crossed by Langan.) He rolled his eyes and took the cup as their tandem steps (but moving in opposite directions today) let them smoothly transition the coffee, without a drop spilled.
He sipped the mug, glad for the hint of creamer.
(Thanks. See you.)
(Ditto.)
She punched the button for the elevator as he walked to Cragen‘s office, announcing his departure two minutes later.
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AAAAAAND. This one. (I hart this one. :D I mean, what?)
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Unofficial Fanfic100 - SVU - 086 Choices.
Word count: 121 [Unintentional grace.]
Characters/Pairing: Casey and Olivia
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“Which do you want to go first, the skirt or the shirt?”
What or?
“Olivia?”
Shit. I’m not answering.
Casey arched a brow. “Shirt or skirt?”
Both.
Now a smile curled her lips. Uh oh. “You’d better decide, Detective Benson, or I think you forfeit a piece of your own clothing for violating the 30 second decision time period.”
“Uh…” Why am I not answering?!
“Tick-tock, tick-tock,” the attorney cooed, a full out grin showing off those perfect, white teeth.
I close my eyes, and swallow hard, finally finding a voice. I say ‘a’ rather than ‘my’ because what was uttered was a hoarse, croaking cry of, “Shirt!” And I deny ever sounding that desperate to pronounce a single syllable. Ever.
:D
Perchance another day I will make a Big Damn Table, though I dunno if they'll (fanfic100) be mad.
P.S. Got GIMP. Dunno how to use it, and the printer/scanner's being completely ghei and won't let me scan things, but I'm working on it. Eventually the art will come. [I'll probably have all the BDT ideas done way before I could ever get them out on paper.]
sleepy ]
[ music | Fall To Pieces - Velvet Revolver ]
So, I do have my official Big Damn Table. [As you can clearly see below.]
HOW-UM-EVER, I do have quite a few ideas on my general SVU claiming-ness, so I suppose I can post them for j00.
Unofficial fanfic100, SVU General.
Summary: Olivia + Elliot + Rampant Silent Conversation = Endless Amusement.
Prompt 065: Passing
Word Count: 360 [Worked it down to this. Tee hee.]
-
Olivia suited up. (That’s what she liked to call getting ready in her head. Hey, they were macabre and serious for 90% of the day. If they couldn’t escape the horrific monotony inside their own heads, where else were they supposed to be funny?) Sliding her drawers closed, she nodded to Fin, who asked her to pull the car around, he’d be out the front steps in about fifteen minutes. Nodding, the detective grabbed her coffee and started down the hall.
In the long passageway to the elevator, she saw Elliot round the corner. She smiled.
(Hey.)
He smiled back.
(Hey.)
Their steps slowed, and their eyes stayed together, silent communication envied by those who watched and knew what was going on. (It could be very annoying, sometimes.)
Her brows furrowed.
(Where’re you goin’?)
He shrugged on his suit jacket, having swung it around off his shoulder. Her head nodded in understanding.
(Oh. Court.)
(Yeah. Sucks. You with Fin?) His head tipped up and tilted to one side, curious. It would’ve had a smirk if he thought she was with Munch.
(Yeah.) She sipped her coffee. They had closed much of the distance between them, and would pass and have to say their goodbyes. (As much as they wanted -or seemed- to have eyes in the back of their heads, they couldn’t keep up their unspoken banter without some sort of visual.)
He reached into his pocket as she lowered her coffee cup, still feeling the warm liquid swirl around about half full. She blinked as she realized it was a station mug.
(You need the sedan keys?)
He was already grasping them in his hand.
She almost laughed, knowing she’d have hated the second trip. (Yeah.)
Toss.
Catch.
(You want some coffee?)
(Please! I’m getting crossed by Langan.) He rolled his eyes and took the cup as their tandem steps (but moving in opposite directions today) let them smoothly transition the coffee, without a drop spilled.
He sipped the mug, glad for the hint of creamer.
(Thanks. See you.)
(Ditto.)
She punched the button for the elevator as he walked to Cragen‘s office, announcing his departure two minutes later.
-----
AAAAAAND. This one. (I hart this one. :D I mean, what?)
-----
Unofficial Fanfic100 - SVU - 086 Choices.
Word count: 121 [Unintentional grace.]
Characters/Pairing: Casey and Olivia
-
“Which do you want to go first, the skirt or the shirt?”
What or?
“Olivia?”
Shit. I’m not answering.
Casey arched a brow. “Shirt or skirt?”
Both.
Now a smile curled her lips. Uh oh. “You’d better decide, Detective Benson, or I think you forfeit a piece of your own clothing for violating the 30 second decision time period.”
“Uh…” Why am I not answering?!
“Tick-tock, tick-tock,” the attorney cooed, a full out grin showing off those perfect, white teeth.
I close my eyes, and swallow hard, finally finding a voice. I say ‘a’ rather than ‘my’ because what was uttered was a hoarse, croaking cry of, “Shirt!” And I deny ever sounding that desperate to pronounce a single syllable. Ever.
:D
Perchance another day I will make a Big Damn Table, though I dunno if they'll (fanfic100) be mad.
P.S. Got GIMP. Dunno how to use it, and the printer/scanner's being completely ghei and won't let me scan things, but I'm working on it. Eventually the art will come. [I'll probably have all the BDT ideas done way before I could ever get them out on paper.]