Thought you might get a giggle out of something I wrote in an email to a friend this week. I seem to write a lot of silly stuff like this in emails--"Melody" has a much more...er...interesting life than I do.
"Wait! You can't do this!"
Melody leaned against the door to the very small, very cold freezer and smiled. "Cold bother you, does it?" she smirked.
"Let me out!" Keats' voice was already beginning to shake. He wouldn't last long in there--not nearly as long as a normal human being would.
"Why would I do a bloody stupid thing like that?"
"You've spent too much time with Gene Hunt." The words sounded suspiciously like a sneer.
Melody leaned over to turn the thermostat down.
"I didn't mean it! He's a great guy. A wonderful guy! Let me out, please!"
A substantial man in a dark coat came down the hall to join her. "What's going on here, then?"
"Hunt!" The voice inside the freezer was noticeably failing. "Get me out of here."
He jerked his head toward the door. "Keats?"
"Keats."
"Cold'll prob'ly kill him, him bein' a demon an' all."
"Probably," Melody agreed cheerfully.
"No loss."
"Indeed."
"So..." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fancy a quick shag while we're waitin'?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
And by the time the PWP was over, it was totally quiet--you might even say "dead"--behind the door.
I don't like Keats, but I'm in awe of Daniel Mays. From all the interviews and stuff, he seems like such a nice guy, but he can portray such a creepy demon character so brilliantly! I need to see him in something else so I can appreciate him and like him.
Bought an extra box of tissues at Walmart last night, just in case I might possibly perhaps maybe feel the slightest urge to cry later tonight...
"Wait! You can't do this!"
Melody leaned against the door to the very small, very cold freezer and smiled. "Cold bother you, does it?" she smirked.
"Let me out!" Keats' voice was already beginning to shake. He wouldn't last long in there--not nearly as long as a normal human being would.
"Why would I do a bloody stupid thing like that?"
"You've spent too much time with Gene Hunt." The words sounded suspiciously like a sneer.
Melody leaned over to turn the thermostat down.
"I didn't mean it! He's a great guy. A wonderful guy! Let me out, please!"
A substantial man in a dark coat came down the hall to join her. "What's going on here, then?"
"Hunt!" The voice inside the freezer was noticeably failing. "Get me out of here."
He jerked his head toward the door. "Keats?"
"Keats."
"Cold'll prob'ly kill him, him bein' a demon an' all."
"Probably," Melody agreed cheerfully.
"No loss."
"Indeed."
"So..." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Fancy a quick shag while we're waitin'?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
And by the time the PWP was over, it was totally quiet--you might even say "dead"--behind the door.
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How about this: they tie him up (in a not-at-all arousing way, oh heavens no) and make him watch them snog. The End. :)
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Bought an extra box of tissues at Walmart last night, just in case I might possibly perhaps maybe feel the slightest urge to cry later tonight...
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