Warm post-Easter fuzzies
I realize that it's been a long time since I updated. My bad. :(
Characters: Val, Ciro
Pairing: None
Rating: General
Val is always the first person up in the apartment. He rolls out of bed at around three a.m. to get dressed and go downstairs to start the donuts. As soon as he gets up, Ciro rolls right over into the warm spot next to him, which turns out to be a bad move, because when Val sits back down a moment later to pull on his socks and shoes, Ciro has a very rude awakening.
Characters: David, Sofie (only Amber knows who they be :) )
Pairing: None
Rating: Teen (language, domestic violence!)
"I just thought I'd make you lunch!" Sofie yelled, face flushed. David shrugged and slumped in his chair.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're never hungry! You never eat, David!"
"I'll live off my fat." Sofie stared at him, his hands clenching and relaxing, mouth working curiously around words he couldn't say.
"Fine," he hissed finally. "Fuck you. Starve, you dumb bitch." A vicious expression on his face, he threw the plate. It hit David in the shoulder and broke on the floor. When the knife followed a moment later, lodging in the table with a solid and menacing thunk, David didn't even blink.
The knife stayed there for days. David finally pulled it out when Anne wanted to borrow it, and proclaimed himself the king of England.
Characters: Val, Ciro
Pairing: None
Rating: General
Val is always the first person up in the apartment. He rolls out of bed at around three a.m. to get dressed and go downstairs to start the donuts. As soon as he gets up, Ciro rolls right over into the warm spot next to him, which turns out to be a bad move, because when Val sits back down a moment later to pull on his socks and shoes, Ciro has a very rude awakening.
Characters: David, Sofie (only Amber knows who they be :) )
Pairing: None
Rating: Teen (language, domestic violence!)
"I just thought I'd make you lunch!" Sofie yelled, face flushed. David shrugged and slumped in his chair.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're never hungry! You never eat, David!"
"I'll live off my fat." Sofie stared at him, his hands clenching and relaxing, mouth working curiously around words he couldn't say.
"Fine," he hissed finally. "Fuck you. Starve, you dumb bitch." A vicious expression on his face, he threw the plate. It hit David in the shoulder and broke on the floor. When the knife followed a moment later, lodging in the table with a solid and menacing thunk, David didn't even blink.
The knife stayed there for days. David finally pulled it out when Anne wanted to borrow it, and proclaimed himself the king of England.