Happy Birthday to moonix!
I saw Proof yesterday, and it blew me away. All of the acting was spotless, especially from Gwyneth Paltrow and Anthony Hopkins, and it has this ever-changing, quality that just pulls you in. The way it's told, with enchanting flash-backs is just thrilling, and Jake was CUTE AS HELL. Word. Also, all of the geek love made me oh so swoony XD So go watch it, the inteligence in this movie was just awesome. :)
Now, onto IMPORTANT matters:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY moonix!!!
Anna, you are an incredible, wonderful person, and I heart you so, so much. :)) Never change, girl!!
And here's your little present:
Geometry
Cowboy Bebop -Spike/Julia, Spike/Vicious, Vicious/Julia - 349 Words
This is a very fucked up triangle, Spike knows, but as his back rests against Vicious’ and the bullets graze his cheeks, he can’t imagine ever been involved in something that makes sense.
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Angle A
He loves Julia. He knows it, deep within him, that when he passes his fingers through the blonde hair he sometimes wishes he could freeze time, freeze the moment and stay like this forever; safe and whole and with a sweet voice singing into his ear.
He knows he loves her, but he’s not entirely surprised that he wants more.
Angle B
Sometimes, when Vicious is fucking Julia and Spike is pretending not to know, he opens the door a little bit, green hair getting into the sliver of an opening, and watches Vicious as his hand disappears under the white sheets only for its shadow to hover somewhere on the top of Julia’s legs.
Sometimes, when he watches them moan together, Vicious turns his head towards him, knowingly, and the thrill that they share as their eyes meet chases the sleep out of Spike.
They come within seconds of each other, the three of them.
Angle C
As usual, when Julia dons her leather suit and kisses Spike goodbye before one of her own missions, Spike wanders through the gray-tinted streets of Mars, hands in his pockets, and he invariably encounters Vicious in one of the dingiest bars in the city, eyes looking bright in the darkness and the katana at his back making him look every bit the killer he is.
As usual, after a bottle of vodka, they fight in Spike and Julia’s apartment, stripped to the waist and with their eyes alive as they bruise and maul each other, fists and feet and sometimes even nails as they finally stumble to the bed, mouths biting at each others lips and hands hard against bare skin. Even through sex, they never stop fighting, not really, and their orgasm is laced with pain.
They share half a dozen cigarettes then, and they never speak of it until Julia is away again.
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He loves Julia. He wants Vicious. Simple as that. But then everything goes to hell, and more of a triangle it all becomes a vicious circle, and Spike’s too fucked up to even mind the irony.
Now, onto IMPORTANT matters:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY moonix!!!
Anna, you are an incredible, wonderful person, and I heart you so, so much. :)) Never change, girl!!
And here's your little present:
Geometry
Cowboy Bebop -Spike/Julia, Spike/Vicious, Vicious/Julia - 349 Words
This is a very fucked up triangle, Spike knows, but as his back rests against Vicious’ and the bullets graze his cheeks, he can’t imagine ever been involved in something that makes sense.
-----
Angle A
He loves Julia. He knows it, deep within him, that when he passes his fingers through the blonde hair he sometimes wishes he could freeze time, freeze the moment and stay like this forever; safe and whole and with a sweet voice singing into his ear.
He knows he loves her, but he’s not entirely surprised that he wants more.
Angle B
Sometimes, when Vicious is fucking Julia and Spike is pretending not to know, he opens the door a little bit, green hair getting into the sliver of an opening, and watches Vicious as his hand disappears under the white sheets only for its shadow to hover somewhere on the top of Julia’s legs.
Sometimes, when he watches them moan together, Vicious turns his head towards him, knowingly, and the thrill that they share as their eyes meet chases the sleep out of Spike.
They come within seconds of each other, the three of them.
Angle C
As usual, when Julia dons her leather suit and kisses Spike goodbye before one of her own missions, Spike wanders through the gray-tinted streets of Mars, hands in his pockets, and he invariably encounters Vicious in one of the dingiest bars in the city, eyes looking bright in the darkness and the katana at his back making him look every bit the killer he is.
As usual, after a bottle of vodka, they fight in Spike and Julia’s apartment, stripped to the waist and with their eyes alive as they bruise and maul each other, fists and feet and sometimes even nails as they finally stumble to the bed, mouths biting at each others lips and hands hard against bare skin. Even through sex, they never stop fighting, not really, and their orgasm is laced with pain.
They share half a dozen cigarettes then, and they never speak of it until Julia is away again.
-----
He loves Julia. He wants Vicious. Simple as that. But then everything goes to hell, and more of a triangle it all becomes a vicious circle, and Spike’s too fucked up to even mind the irony.