Two 'Florence' Drabbles

Aug 07, 2013 09:50

A Kiss With a Fist

I saw the blow coming from a mile away, had ample time to move to avoid it, but I didn’t. The way those cold green eyes were focused on me, and me alone made it more than worth the pain as the fist made contact with my gut, winding me.

I went down, hard, and as Ripper stared I began to laugh. Such a fine line between love and hate, and I would take what I could get. Any attention was better than dismissal.

He asked his question mockingly, showing me what we would become.

"Was it good for you?"

Resolution (No Light, No Light)

I was exhausted, sick to death of going around and around and around in the same old circles, but I couldn’t see another way out of this.

“Tell me, then, Ripper, what the hell did you want? Why do you keep seeking me out?”

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, resting, until I heard him move to stand over me.

“Tell me, Ripper,” he challenged, “Tell me, and I’ll try.”

“I need to know that you hate me, so that I can put this behind me.”

“I’m sorry, Ripper, but that’s one thing I can’t do for you.”

ripper'verse, ethan/giles

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