(fic) staring you in the face (Julie/Chrome/Mukuro)
for khrfest
Prompt: IV - 49. Julie/ Chrome/ Mukuro -surprise; "Are you a man!?"
Summary: Well, this certainly explained things.
He blinked, long and slow sweeps of his lashes that would have been seductive if not for the spasmodic twitches of his lids.
Finally -
“Y-you ---“
He spoke.
And he gurgled too.
Quite coherently, thank you very much.
In the corner, Julie - or, Daemon Spade as he was revealing himself to be, illusions flickering with each miserable shudder - was also quietly moaning like a dying... thing.
She - or he, rather - blinked at him and cocked her - his - head to the side.
“Yes?” she - he inquired.
Such calmness was unnatural. He was sure of it. But still he would retain his dignity (unlike others, he thought derisively, glancing in that corner), so he straightened up and gathered his bearings about him -
“B - but you --- wear a SKIRT!”
- and promptly threw it to the wind.
In the corner, Julie slash Daemon Spade made a noise that was either an agreement or an accompaniment to his slowly keeling over.
She - he just gave him a quite deadpan look, as if it was quite normal.
Perhaps it was, Mukuro thought, for a fleeting moment, as he finally resigned to the long-beckoning pull of gravity -
"M-Mukuro-sama?!!"
- at least it explained why he’d always been a bit too comfortable in Chrome’s body.
Notes: sorry for first time/crack attempt fail :P My distaste for Spade is also quite obvious, I’m sure.
IT’S ON TIME, YES! xD
Prompt: IV - 49. Julie/ Chrome/ Mukuro -surprise; "Are you a man!?"
Summary: Well, this certainly explained things.
He blinked, long and slow sweeps of his lashes that would have been seductive if not for the spasmodic twitches of his lids.
Finally -
“Y-you ---“
He spoke.
And he gurgled too.
Quite coherently, thank you very much.
In the corner, Julie - or, Daemon Spade as he was revealing himself to be, illusions flickering with each miserable shudder - was also quietly moaning like a dying... thing.
She - or he, rather - blinked at him and cocked her - his - head to the side.
“Yes?” she - he inquired.
Such calmness was unnatural. He was sure of it. But still he would retain his dignity (unlike others, he thought derisively, glancing in that corner), so he straightened up and gathered his bearings about him -
“B - but you --- wear a SKIRT!”
- and promptly threw it to the wind.
In the corner, Julie slash Daemon Spade made a noise that was either an agreement or an accompaniment to his slowly keeling over.
She - he just gave him a quite deadpan look, as if it was quite normal.
Perhaps it was, Mukuro thought, for a fleeting moment, as he finally resigned to the long-beckoning pull of gravity -
"M-Mukuro-sama?!!"
- at least it explained why he’d always been a bit too comfortable in Chrome’s body.
Notes: sorry for first time/crack attempt fail :P My distaste for Spade is also quite obvious, I’m sure.
IT’S ON TIME, YES! xD