Because I totally fail at posting on time. :|
WHO: Szayel and Alyss
LOCATION: Szayel's quarters.
WEEK: 64
TIME: Backdated-ish to the stuck together event. :D;;;
WHAT: Just because Szayel is stuck to a hairbrained young woman, doesn't mean he can't go about his business. Unfortunately when you have secrets to keep hidden, having people that close isn't a good thing.
RATING: TBD :|
Ah, the fine art of potion making; every ingrediant was carefully measured before hand, every tool necessary for the brew was polished and prepared. In a word, everything was absolutely perfect, which was no surprise given who was creating said potion.
Szayel brushed his hair from his glasses delicately, focus completely on the bubbling liquid before him. It was of a foul oder, not something he would normally approve of brewing, but recent paranoia was the reason behind his breach of his sense of beauty. He wasn't going to think of it, he wasn't going to dwell on it... but like hell he was going to get caught unprepared.
After a moment, he blindly reached out, going to grasp the container of leech suckers that was supposed to be the next in line for the pot... only they weren't there. Szayel balked at the interruption of his perfection, head snapping around to look at the empty space... just as the container floated by his head. With an irritable growl his other hand snapped out, snatching the container and slowly turning an irate glare to the person responsible.
"Kindly find another way to amuse yourself, Miss Heart."
Of all the people he had to be stuck with... why couldn't it have been Sebastian?
LOCATION: Szayel's quarters.
WEEK: 64
TIME: Backdated-ish to the stuck together event. :D;;;
WHAT: Just because Szayel is stuck to a hairbrained young woman, doesn't mean he can't go about his business. Unfortunately when you have secrets to keep hidden, having people that close isn't a good thing.
RATING: TBD :|
Ah, the fine art of potion making; every ingrediant was carefully measured before hand, every tool necessary for the brew was polished and prepared. In a word, everything was absolutely perfect, which was no surprise given who was creating said potion.
Szayel brushed his hair from his glasses delicately, focus completely on the bubbling liquid before him. It was of a foul oder, not something he would normally approve of brewing, but recent paranoia was the reason behind his breach of his sense of beauty. He wasn't going to think of it, he wasn't going to dwell on it... but like hell he was going to get caught unprepared.
After a moment, he blindly reached out, going to grasp the container of leech suckers that was supposed to be the next in line for the pot... only they weren't there. Szayel balked at the interruption of his perfection, head snapping around to look at the empty space... just as the container floated by his head. With an irritable growl his other hand snapped out, snatching the container and slowly turning an irate glare to the person responsible.
"Kindly find another way to amuse yourself, Miss Heart."
Of all the people he had to be stuck with... why couldn't it have been Sebastian?