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*sniff*
[Listening to "Lucky" by Bif Naked]
What a beautiful song. Makes me want to cry. Of course, might just be that I'm so tired. Lack of sleep tends to make me emotional.
Good day at work. Also managed to snatch the whole Sunday, that's seven hours of extra money plus weekend bonus. Yay.
Have only more more presentation to do for the rest of my university time. Oh gods. The very last one.
Was productive at work. Wrote two terribly cheesy drabbles and one terribly cheesy double-drabble. Go ahead, laugh.
title: "Celebrate"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (For Fuck's Sake, they're fifteen! You sick pervs!)
disclaimer: Ha. Nope.
„I think we should celebrate,“ Scipio had said to him. He had just successfully solved his first case with Victor, and had all but dragged Prosper into his little boat outside on the canale. They were sitting next to each other quietly, eating pizza, drinking coke, and simply enjoying the warm night air and the beautiful view. After a while Scipio had put his arm around Prosper’s shoulders, who had half-leaned into the awkward embrace. Later that night Scip’s kisses tasted sweet like Coca-Cola, and when he nibbled on Prosper’s upper lip, Prop felt lightning strike right into his belly.
title: "Changed"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (Yep, still.)
disclaimer: Still not mine.
Prosper sometimes thought that Scipio hadn’t really changed that much after all. After some sharp remarks from Ida he’d gotten a haircut that was just as messy as the one before the ride, and after some rather unfortunate accidents with the razor blade he had become quite adept with shaving, too. Not that Prop had disliked Scipio’s pirate look, but he was happier with the new old Scip. Taller, granted, and his face not as boyish anymore, but at least his kisses didn’t leave a rash that provoked weird looks from the others.
Prosper grinned and pulled his friend closer.
title: "Unless"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (Oh, get over it already.)
disclaimer: Prop belongs to Scip. Anything else would make Bo cry.
note: takes place after Prosper and Bo confront Scip in Mean!Daddy's palazzo
„Don’t touch me!“ Prosper hissed at Scipio, tearing his arm away. “So everything was just a game to you? Something to pass your time?”
“No!” Scipio was pale, and his eyes were bright. “I wanted to tell you, I swear I did! Please, Prop, you have to listen to me - “
“I trusted you!” Prosper yelled. “And you just played around with me.” His voice broke, and he tried to blink away his tears.
Scipio brought an unsteady hand up to Prosper’s face. “I’d never play around with you. Not unless you want me to.” His touch was shy, his thumb caressing Prosper’s cheek softly.
Prosper choked down a sob, one tear sliding down onto Scipio’s hand. “I trusted you!” His voice was low and croaky. He knew he should be careful, should not make himself so vulnerable to a boy who had abused his trust like that. But Scipio was staring into his eyes with such a look on his face, and Scipio’s hand felt so good against his cheek. Prosper took a faltering step forward and buried his face in Scip’s shoulder.
Scipio’s arms came around him at once, holding him close. “Not unless you want me to.”
*sniff*
[Listening to "Lucky" by Bif Naked]
What a beautiful song. Makes me want to cry. Of course, might just be that I'm so tired. Lack of sleep tends to make me emotional.
Good day at work. Also managed to snatch the whole Sunday, that's seven hours of extra money plus weekend bonus. Yay.
Have only more more presentation to do for the rest of my university time. Oh gods. The very last one.
Was productive at work. Wrote two terribly cheesy drabbles and one terribly cheesy double-drabble. Go ahead, laugh.
title: "Celebrate"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (For Fuck's Sake, they're fifteen! You sick pervs!)
disclaimer: Ha. Nope.
„I think we should celebrate,“ Scipio had said to him. He had just successfully solved his first case with Victor, and had all but dragged Prosper into his little boat outside on the canale. They were sitting next to each other quietly, eating pizza, drinking coke, and simply enjoying the warm night air and the beautiful view. After a while Scipio had put his arm around Prosper’s shoulders, who had half-leaned into the awkward embrace. Later that night Scip’s kisses tasted sweet like Coca-Cola, and when he nibbled on Prosper’s upper lip, Prop felt lightning strike right into his belly.
title: "Changed"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (Yep, still.)
disclaimer: Still not mine.
Prosper sometimes thought that Scipio hadn’t really changed that much after all. After some sharp remarks from Ida he’d gotten a haircut that was just as messy as the one before the ride, and after some rather unfortunate accidents with the razor blade he had become quite adept with shaving, too. Not that Prop had disliked Scipio’s pirate look, but he was happier with the new old Scip. Taller, granted, and his face not as boyish anymore, but at least his kisses didn’t leave a rash that provoked weird looks from the others.
Prosper grinned and pulled his friend closer.
title: "Unless"
category: slash
fandom: The Thief Lord
pairing: Scipio/Prosper
rating: G (Oh, get over it already.)
disclaimer: Prop belongs to Scip. Anything else would make Bo cry.
note: takes place after Prosper and Bo confront Scip in Mean!Daddy's palazzo
„Don’t touch me!“ Prosper hissed at Scipio, tearing his arm away. “So everything was just a game to you? Something to pass your time?”
“No!” Scipio was pale, and his eyes were bright. “I wanted to tell you, I swear I did! Please, Prop, you have to listen to me - “
“I trusted you!” Prosper yelled. “And you just played around with me.” His voice broke, and he tried to blink away his tears.
Scipio brought an unsteady hand up to Prosper’s face. “I’d never play around with you. Not unless you want me to.” His touch was shy, his thumb caressing Prosper’s cheek softly.
Prosper choked down a sob, one tear sliding down onto Scipio’s hand. “I trusted you!” His voice was low and croaky. He knew he should be careful, should not make himself so vulnerable to a boy who had abused his trust like that. But Scipio was staring into his eyes with such a look on his face, and Scipio’s hand felt so good against his cheek. Prosper took a faltering step forward and buried his face in Scip’s shoulder.
Scipio’s arms came around him at once, holding him close. “Not unless you want me to.”