fic snippets and a rec and things~
For the next four days or so I'll be MIA; I'm flying back to California tomorrow with my mom, and we're going to get me set up for the coming school year.
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Larxene snatches fiercely at the smaller girl, twining fingers in her fine hair and pulling hard. Namine whines, twists away while also dipping her head towards Larxene, who is yanking hard enough to tear hair out. The teacup Namine holds jumps in her hand. It sloshes lukewarm tea all down Namine's white dress; sepia drools down her front, plasters the linen to her skin. She's moved from urgent whine to mewl, but has not dropped cup or saucer.
Marluxia reaches around and removes both, delicately, from her spasming fingers. "Enough, Larxene," he says coolly. Larxene gives one last sharp twist and then, slowly, lets go. Immediately, Namine withdraws to her own seat to shiver.
Larxene breathes. Picks up her own teacup without a waver. Sips her tea.
"Go change, my dear, before it stains," Marluxia murmurs, his voice sonorous but unmistakably commanding. Namine slides off her seat, bundles herself quickly over to the exit and disappears. Her relief is almost tangible.
Larxene appropriates one of her cookies. Her remaining companion straightens up. Namine's cup and saucer he places neatly in front of her seat, to be washed later; the cookies on her plate are tipped back to rejoin their brethren. Marluxia's face is fine and careful, his gaze steady on the menial task. It is something that chills Larxene a little to think of, or not chills her but gives her pause, that Marluxia might not be cruel but an acolyte to his own exacting brand of kindness, where he sees what is best for everyone and the only hindrance is when they are reluctant to have that vision visited upon them.
If she could like anything, she might like being in Marluxia's confidence, which she thinks she is. Maybe.
Not complete.
And a little more Dirty Triptych... because I'm so in love with this fic you guys, oh my god. *______*
Hidan/Yugito this time.
On the way, they stop in a town for a short while. The dingiest part of it, the seediest of the poor quarters, and Kakuzu orders them curtly to wait and disappears into a nondescript little warning. Hidan ventures after a woman selling dango and for the first time in days Yugito is left alone with her thoughts. She doesn’t try to escape. She doesn’t even really think about it. She just sits down on the curb and puts her chin in her hands, exhausted, wallowing in her own blankness. The seal itches on her skin. She thinks about being thirsty, and how she’s not going to get away. It’s really the end of the line. She closes her eyes and opens them, wanting to sleep.
It is when she has her eyes closed that Hidan scuffles up to her again, holding three sticks of dango in a fist. He shoves her over on the curb just because he can and hunches beside her, sliding one soft, sweet round of dough off the end of a stick and pulping it between his teeth. His arm is a bar of heat against her. He smells like blood and sweat. Yugito does her best to ignore his obtrusive self, even when he transfers one of the sticks to his free hand and waves it in her face.
“Want it?” he says, poking her cheek with the end of the skewer, and Yugito jerks back, turns her head away. Hidan is sometimes just obnoxious as well as indulgently cruel. This is one of his most horrible characteristics.
“No.”
“What? Why the hell not?”
He sounds put out with her, as if he’s gone to a great deal of trouble to procure her a gift which she now proves ungrateful for. Yugito sighs, feeling stirred up, annoyed. “I hate dango,” she says sullenly, unwilling to divest the slightest personal detail, no matter how inconsequential it might be.
Hidan looks at her incredulously. “What kind of crazy bitch hates dango?”
Yugito glares sullenly at him, and then glances away. He laughs. Finishes the sweets on his own. “Everyone in this shitty organization loves dango,” he says. “It’s practically all the fucking Uchiha eats.”
It’s peculiar that he’s telling her this, as she’s not even pretending to care. Yugito flexes her fingers against her skin. Wishes Kakuzu would hurry up and come out, and draw his partner’s attention away from her.
“Hey. What’s with you making that fucking face? I’m just trying to be nice.”
She humps her shoulders and doesn’t turn around. Hidan chuckles, a sound like the warning buzz of a rattlesnake, and grabs the back of her head. The base of her braid. He makes her turn and look at him and Yugito doesn’t even really fight it, just glowers the whole time. His eyes are hooded, amused. “Yeah. Seriously, I’m such a nice fucking guy. You just can’t see it.”
Yugito jerks back against his grip and opens her mouth to say something cutting, which is when he kisses her, with a hot slide of tongue and light graze of teeth. He tastes a little like blood, but that’s probably psychosomatic, and a lot more like dango. Scalding and slow and sweet-flavored, and it all kind of winds up into one package, one sullenly-glowing ingot of hate when he pulls back for a breath. She knows she’s never going to get that taste out of her mouth, now.
If I'm not careful, I'll give away all the good parts before the whole fic is even out. :0
And also, also! The genius skycreature wrote bee-yoo-tiful Madara fic and it's in her journal *______* Madara/Kakuzu, Madara/the first, a little other possibly impliiiiied slash, all of it lovely and genius. I'm gonna rec it further, but for now just on my journal... go and give her some love, for serious! She needs more love!
Well you're at it, go check out her fanfiction.net account, Alex-zk while you're at it. If I were you I'd save her fic, too, since she's a serial account-switcher and takes things down when she leaves. ;)
But either way, give her some sugar! <3
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Larxene snatches fiercely at the smaller girl, twining fingers in her fine hair and pulling hard. Namine whines, twists away while also dipping her head towards Larxene, who is yanking hard enough to tear hair out. The teacup Namine holds jumps in her hand. It sloshes lukewarm tea all down Namine's white dress; sepia drools down her front, plasters the linen to her skin. She's moved from urgent whine to mewl, but has not dropped cup or saucer.
Marluxia reaches around and removes both, delicately, from her spasming fingers. "Enough, Larxene," he says coolly. Larxene gives one last sharp twist and then, slowly, lets go. Immediately, Namine withdraws to her own seat to shiver.
Larxene breathes. Picks up her own teacup without a waver. Sips her tea.
"Go change, my dear, before it stains," Marluxia murmurs, his voice sonorous but unmistakably commanding. Namine slides off her seat, bundles herself quickly over to the exit and disappears. Her relief is almost tangible.
Larxene appropriates one of her cookies. Her remaining companion straightens up. Namine's cup and saucer he places neatly in front of her seat, to be washed later; the cookies on her plate are tipped back to rejoin their brethren. Marluxia's face is fine and careful, his gaze steady on the menial task. It is something that chills Larxene a little to think of, or not chills her but gives her pause, that Marluxia might not be cruel but an acolyte to his own exacting brand of kindness, where he sees what is best for everyone and the only hindrance is when they are reluctant to have that vision visited upon them.
If she could like anything, she might like being in Marluxia's confidence, which she thinks she is. Maybe.
Not complete.
And a little more Dirty Triptych... because I'm so in love with this fic you guys, oh my god. *______*
Hidan/Yugito this time.
On the way, they stop in a town for a short while. The dingiest part of it, the seediest of the poor quarters, and Kakuzu orders them curtly to wait and disappears into a nondescript little warning. Hidan ventures after a woman selling dango and for the first time in days Yugito is left alone with her thoughts. She doesn’t try to escape. She doesn’t even really think about it. She just sits down on the curb and puts her chin in her hands, exhausted, wallowing in her own blankness. The seal itches on her skin. She thinks about being thirsty, and how she’s not going to get away. It’s really the end of the line. She closes her eyes and opens them, wanting to sleep.
It is when she has her eyes closed that Hidan scuffles up to her again, holding three sticks of dango in a fist. He shoves her over on the curb just because he can and hunches beside her, sliding one soft, sweet round of dough off the end of a stick and pulping it between his teeth. His arm is a bar of heat against her. He smells like blood and sweat. Yugito does her best to ignore his obtrusive self, even when he transfers one of the sticks to his free hand and waves it in her face.
“Want it?” he says, poking her cheek with the end of the skewer, and Yugito jerks back, turns her head away. Hidan is sometimes just obnoxious as well as indulgently cruel. This is one of his most horrible characteristics.
“No.”
“What? Why the hell not?”
He sounds put out with her, as if he’s gone to a great deal of trouble to procure her a gift which she now proves ungrateful for. Yugito sighs, feeling stirred up, annoyed. “I hate dango,” she says sullenly, unwilling to divest the slightest personal detail, no matter how inconsequential it might be.
Hidan looks at her incredulously. “What kind of crazy bitch hates dango?”
Yugito glares sullenly at him, and then glances away. He laughs. Finishes the sweets on his own. “Everyone in this shitty organization loves dango,” he says. “It’s practically all the fucking Uchiha eats.”
It’s peculiar that he’s telling her this, as she’s not even pretending to care. Yugito flexes her fingers against her skin. Wishes Kakuzu would hurry up and come out, and draw his partner’s attention away from her.
“Hey. What’s with you making that fucking face? I’m just trying to be nice.”
She humps her shoulders and doesn’t turn around. Hidan chuckles, a sound like the warning buzz of a rattlesnake, and grabs the back of her head. The base of her braid. He makes her turn and look at him and Yugito doesn’t even really fight it, just glowers the whole time. His eyes are hooded, amused. “Yeah. Seriously, I’m such a nice fucking guy. You just can’t see it.”
Yugito jerks back against his grip and opens her mouth to say something cutting, which is when he kisses her, with a hot slide of tongue and light graze of teeth. He tastes a little like blood, but that’s probably psychosomatic, and a lot more like dango. Scalding and slow and sweet-flavored, and it all kind of winds up into one package, one sullenly-glowing ingot of hate when he pulls back for a breath. She knows she’s never going to get that taste out of her mouth, now.
If I'm not careful, I'll give away all the good parts before the whole fic is even out. :0
And also, also! The genius skycreature wrote bee-yoo-tiful Madara fic and it's in her journal *______* Madara/Kakuzu, Madara/the first, a little other possibly impliiiiied slash, all of it lovely and genius. I'm gonna rec it further, but for now just on my journal... go and give her some love, for serious! She needs more love!
Well you're at it, go check out her fanfiction.net account, Alex-zk while you're at it. If I were you I'd save her fic, too, since she's a serial account-switcher and takes things down when she leaves. ;)
But either way, give her some sugar! <3