writin'.
So, yeah. That 10 drabbles meme. I've been letting them simmer, and finally got the time to sorta concentrate on them. Here's a few more.
zortified, Torchwood, Ianto/someone not!Jack, games
He almost regrets the reset; he's had such fun this go. Ianto, in particular - oh, he hadn't been able to resist, not that sweet puppy look, emotions writ so clear on his face that Adam almost didn't even need his abilities to share what Ianto felt, the struggle within.
It had been so very delicious, but far too dangerous a game. Adam plays it as long as he dares, holding, teasing...
This time, he won't let anyone know their memories of him are false. It's less fun...but safer.
He starts the next game with a kiss, unable to resist a sweet goodbye.
01100100, Being Human, Mitchell, back when he was becoming a legend
It was never about the hunger. Or at least not the physical kind.
It was the tipping point that drew him. That moment on knife's edge, when his victims knew he had them, knew they were powerless; helpless; prey. When all fight drained out of them, and they surrendered, submitting to him utterly.
That moment was the thing he craved, beyond even a vampire's voracious hunger. It was what kept him hunting, what made him good. No - what made him great.
He didn't understand that he was alone in his addiction until the first time he heard the others call him legend.
kyrdwyn, Fringe, Walter and Astrid, nothing icky, friendship
Walter knows that back before he'd lost his mind, he would've found his assistant attractive. It would have - like it had, so many times previously - interfered with his work. Probably not majorly, but her presence, his thoughts - it would be a distraction.
It's better for his work this way, with the soft warm thing that occasionally springs between them, a thing Walter realizes is friendship. That startles him, a distraction in and of itself - but his broken mind provides so many, it's easy to overlook the one.
He still wishes his mind were whole, and Astrid a distraction.
pierson, Buffy, Giles/Ethan, the first meeting
Leaving school isn't part of the plan. The seedy bar would be completely off limits, if he'd bothered to ask. And the lean young darkhaired punk, slouching on a barstool - oh, that would've sent his father into fits. For that alone, Giles stares far longer than is proper, catching the other man's attention. He gets a scowl, lip curling in what's clearly an invitation.
The decision is easy. Giles shoves back from the bar and saunters casually up to the stranger, finding him willing - and a surprisingly good kisser.
It's all downhill from there, but. What a ride, Giles thinks.
zortified, Torchwood, Ianto/someone not!Jack, games
He almost regrets the reset; he's had such fun this go. Ianto, in particular - oh, he hadn't been able to resist, not that sweet puppy look, emotions writ so clear on his face that Adam almost didn't even need his abilities to share what Ianto felt, the struggle within.
It had been so very delicious, but far too dangerous a game. Adam plays it as long as he dares, holding, teasing...
This time, he won't let anyone know their memories of him are false. It's less fun...but safer.
He starts the next game with a kiss, unable to resist a sweet goodbye.
01100100, Being Human, Mitchell, back when he was becoming a legend
It was never about the hunger. Or at least not the physical kind.
It was the tipping point that drew him. That moment on knife's edge, when his victims knew he had them, knew they were powerless; helpless; prey. When all fight drained out of them, and they surrendered, submitting to him utterly.
That moment was the thing he craved, beyond even a vampire's voracious hunger. It was what kept him hunting, what made him good. No - what made him great.
He didn't understand that he was alone in his addiction until the first time he heard the others call him legend.
kyrdwyn, Fringe, Walter and Astrid, nothing icky, friendship
Walter knows that back before he'd lost his mind, he would've found his assistant attractive. It would have - like it had, so many times previously - interfered with his work. Probably not majorly, but her presence, his thoughts - it would be a distraction.
It's better for his work this way, with the soft warm thing that occasionally springs between them, a thing Walter realizes is friendship. That startles him, a distraction in and of itself - but his broken mind provides so many, it's easy to overlook the one.
He still wishes his mind were whole, and Astrid a distraction.
pierson, Buffy, Giles/Ethan, the first meeting
Leaving school isn't part of the plan. The seedy bar would be completely off limits, if he'd bothered to ask. And the lean young darkhaired punk, slouching on a barstool - oh, that would've sent his father into fits. For that alone, Giles stares far longer than is proper, catching the other man's attention. He gets a scowl, lip curling in what's clearly an invitation.
The decision is easy. Giles shoves back from the bar and saunters casually up to the stranger, finding him willing - and a surprisingly good kisser.
It's all downhill from there, but. What a ride, Giles thinks.