[fic] Lost. MIB-centered drabbles
Con't.
THEMES 3-4
Prompt: Hands
Pairings: Esau/Ilana, implied Esau/Richard, implied Ilana/Richard
Rating: PG-13
Notes: part of my post-finale!AU series. 98 words.
It's not his clever tongue that gets her, not at first. She aims the rifle uselessly at his head and Esau sweeps it away with an easy smile. His presses his body against hers, his skin hot, like a sunbaked rock. He shapes her under his hands so that she arches off the muddy ground and a different name spills from her lips.
You've never tasted him, he whispers, flexing his fingers to make her keen. But I have. I can have what you can't, Ilana. And oh does Ricardo taste sweet...
Her wounded eyes are his victory.
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Prompt: New
Characters: Esau, Aaron
Rating: G
Notes: 130 words
“I know you can see me,” the dark man whispers, and Aaron shudders but doesn't look away....of all the island's ghosts, Esau feels the most familiar.
He sees the island's heart; but his footing stumbles, and he's falling down, down, through water and light. Aaron watches his body rot into the stone, and it doesn't matter, not anymore.
“There will always be a monster,” Esau says, a hand under his chin. He chuckles and watches with pale wolf eyes as Aaron howls and screams and tears trees from the ground.
Blue eyes stare into grey ones. “I don't want to be this way.”
“No one ever does.” Esau bleeds darkness into the pale air, hovering like some burnt phantom over the sand: “But you are.”
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THEMES 3-4
Prompt: Hands
Pairings: Esau/Ilana, implied Esau/Richard, implied Ilana/Richard
Rating: PG-13
Notes: part of my post-finale!AU series. 98 words.
It's not his clever tongue that gets her, not at first. She aims the rifle uselessly at his head and Esau sweeps it away with an easy smile. His presses his body against hers, his skin hot, like a sunbaked rock. He shapes her under his hands so that she arches off the muddy ground and a different name spills from her lips.
You've never tasted him, he whispers, flexing his fingers to make her keen. But I have. I can have what you can't, Ilana. And oh does Ricardo taste sweet...
Her wounded eyes are his victory.
-end
Prompt: New
Characters: Esau, Aaron
Rating: G
Notes: 130 words
“I know you can see me,” the dark man whispers, and Aaron shudders but doesn't look away....of all the island's ghosts, Esau feels the most familiar.
He sees the island's heart; but his footing stumbles, and he's falling down, down, through water and light. Aaron watches his body rot into the stone, and it doesn't matter, not anymore.
“There will always be a monster,” Esau says, a hand under his chin. He chuckles and watches with pale wolf eyes as Aaron howls and screams and tears trees from the ground.
Blue eyes stare into grey ones. “I don't want to be this way.”
“No one ever does.” Esau bleeds darkness into the pale air, hovering like some burnt phantom over the sand: “But you are.”
-end