So to kickstart my writing, which has been nonexistent since mid-November-ish, I tried to do that "ten songs/ten ficlets" thing again. It was...partly successful.
Sometime Around Midnight
Dark Angel; Max/Alec; pg; 310 words
Since he can't get drunk, there's only one way to forget.
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and all of these memories come rushing / like feral waves to your mind / of the curl of your bodies / like two perfect circles entwined )
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